Meiman Killer Daily

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My name is Matthew Michael Murdoch. I was born in Hell's Kitchen, the darkest place in New York. It is the most despised street group in Manhattan and a gathering place of poverty and squalor. I have been tortured since I was a child. After I lost my light,

, but I seemed to be reborn. When all the tragedies did not knock me down, the night became my new source of strength. In this darkness, I was...

bump……

"A blind man is trying to be a hero!"

Standing on top of a high-rise building, under the pouring rain, just as Daredevil was planning to find criminals to eliminate violence as usual, a man suddenly appeared behind him and kicked Daredevil over, causing him to fall to the ground.

Hearing the opponent's taunt, he pulled out the short stick from his waist, and then kicked him in the cheek again without being able to dodge. Daredevil had clearly sensed the opponent's attack, but his body could not keep up with the opponent's speed.

"Cough cough cough..."

He vomited blood profusely. After only three attacks, he could no longer stand up. However, Peter did not continue. Today, his target was not the blind man, but the man he was dragging with his hand. The other man glared at him.

Without saying a word, of course if eyes could speak, Peter believed that the other party would definitely say that he was dead or something.

Tombstone Lonnie Thompson Lincoln, an African American who was born and raised in the black area of ​​New York. Unfortunately, he has albinism and his whole body is whiter than that of white people. This makes his childhood destined to be full of tragedy. Even white people are jealous of an African who is completely white.

, still living in the black area, the hard upbringing gave him a cruel heart, and the constant exercise in fitness made Lonnie Thompson Lincoln proficient in various fighting and killing methods.

An accidental incident exposed him to an injected serum, and his body mutated and became an invulnerable being. This further inspired Lonnie Thompson Lincoln's madness, formed his own gang, and fought for every inch of land in New York.

He established his own empire in such an environment, and of course he was the one who took over Terry and Crystal at the same time.

Meeting Daredevil was just an accident. After all, he wanted to find a place to interrogate Lonnie Thompson Lincoln. Unfortunately, Daredevil jumped to the top of the building where he was, and then pretended to stand on the corner and overlooked the street.

, if you don’t kick the opponent in this position, you’ll be really sorry for the way the opponent looks at his butt so seriously.

"I will definitely kill you!"

Lonnie Thompson Lincoln, who was unable to move under anesthesia, finally recovered. He opened his mouth and said the first words he met Peter. Peter smiled and gave a thumbs up, which was regarded as a thumbs up. Just now, Lonnie Thompson Lincoln

At Lincoln's home, he had already tried bullets and various knives. The person under his feet was really invulnerable. Even the power of his own kick that could leave footprints on the alloy was not reflected in this person's body at all.

harm.

"For the last time, who asked you to buy this thing, how much is left and what is the phone number of the source!"

Peter didn't want to destroy some houses, so he took Lonnie Thompson Lincoln to the roof. The arrogant opponent didn't give up on Peter at all. The effect of anesthesia was completely different for ordinary people and Lonnie Thompson Lincoln. It was enough

The medicine that anesthetized the elephant for a whole day only lasted five minutes on Lonnie Thompson Lincoln. The other party looked at Peter confidently, as if he could tear Peter apart as long as he got out of trouble.

Sighing and shaking his head, Peter could only step on Lonnie Thompson Lincoln's chest again, held the Gatling gun in his hand, pulled the trigger, and a series of bullets hit the ferocious cheek.

Even a real iron man couldn't withstand the impact of two hundred bullets. Under such a close blow, Lonnie Thompson Lincoln's head was reduced to a ball of flesh, and he was kicked off the building by Peter.

Anyway, Gatlin's voice was enough to arouse the thoughts of all the surrounding residents, so there was no need for him to be cautious.

Glancing at Daredevil again, Peter smiled and shook his head. Just like the last time they met for the first time, these people's overestimation was still so cute. However, he was not interested in communicating with this person today. He still had his own affairs.

There are a lot. After all, now is the beginning of a new start. Everything is completely different from before. I walked down the stairs and returned to Lonnie Thompson Lincoln's room again. He opened the safe and put all the gold bars, jewelry, and cash in the sack.

He jumped out of the window and disappeared into the dark night rain.

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"This is the forum I made."

"Send it to you."

Skye's new residence was a pretty good environment. Peter was sitting on the sofa and threw the jewelry he had taken from Lonnie Thompson Lincoln to Skye. It was a necklace made of pearls and diamonds. The price was not worth it anyway.

I’m not sure how much money there is, but in fact, Peter still thinks diamonds are a joke, because the diamond reserves in the world are not barren and rare, but the provenance of countless diamonds after they are mined is still very interesting.

"Not bad, but how to promote the development!?"

In fact, a forum is not a very difficult thing to create. It’s just that if you have a forum and it’s not popular, it won’t work. Peter looked at Skye and asked again. Skye was already attracted by the diamond. She grabbed the diamond happily and answered with a smile.

"In fact, the maintenance and development of the forum is really not a difficult thing, but you have to have two prerequisites: comprehensive operation and ensuring that it has enough gimmick appeal to fix people's attention on the content of the forum.

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"You create an account, search for information about these three people from the Internet, carefully investigate their lives, and write out all the dirty information. It is best to find someone who is good at writing novels, and string them into stories without any

Of course, the fictional elements can be slightly exaggerated."

Peter nodded. If there are enough gimmicks to attract people, the forum can be lively. Then more people can join the discussion and the forum can develop. After thinking about it carefully, he took out three photos from his arms. These three photos are all

The tasks I accepted on the Assassin's League website were not protected by the Assassin's League, but they were valuable but without the guarantee of an intermediary, it was easy to be hacked after completing the tasks.

But Peter is not so afraid of being hacked. He is an expert in this field. The three people are not dead yet, but they will die soon. If you write down the information and lives of these people, bad people will always be despised.

, as long as it can resonate with some people, it can attract attention.

Skye took the photo. There were names on the back. It was easy to search it online. After looking at the identity information of those people, sweat appeared on Skye's forehead. Even the necklace she was playing with was placed on the coffee table, carefully.

Looking at Peter and asking

"You're going to kill them?!"

"You don't need to know."

Peter was very satisfied with Skye's action. He looked at his watch and it was already a little late. He stood up and left Skye's living room. The moment he left, his body entered a camouflaged transparent state. Above him, Skye was still monitoring him, trying to hide him.

I recorded it myself, but unfortunately I have never seen Skye in person. I wonder if Skye would be even more frightened one day if he knew that he looked like an Eastern star, and his expression was more wonderful than the one just now.

Walking on the street, I soon came to the subway entrance of a commercial district. I nodded and looked at my watch again. I didn't know if I could catch up with the time. I stood on the waiting platform with my head lowered and my eyes closed. This position was at 10:30 in the morning.

A man will appear, which is also one of the three photos he showed Skye just now. Footsteps are approaching, the platform announcement sounds, and the corners of Peter's mouth rise, he raises his head and opens his eyes. The train enters the station.

"Mr. Nikes Carpink, do you regret that your own drug trafficking caused a family to be separated?"

"Who are you!?"

He turned to look at the person standing next to him. The other person backed away warily and put his hand into his pocket. A pistol was protruding. Peter kept smiling and asked again.

"Mr. Jack, who owed you $120,000 last month, is dead. He took a large dose of your hallucinogen, killed his wife and mother, and set the entire house on fire. This kind of behavior is not covered by insurance.

The company certified the claim. Fortunately, although the whole family died, his child survived because the child's mother...a lady named...Carmilla sent the child to her sister's house that night."

Bang……

The sound of gunshots sounded and the man retreated quickly. The bullet was stuck in the purple shield. Peter stepped forward and threw an object towards Nike. Nike wanted to dodge but did not have the speed. The sticky object was yellow. Nike

Si just glanced at it and knew what it was. It was the counterfeit hallucinogen that he sold to Jack. Because the other party refused to pay back the money, he planned to trick him to death. However, he did not expect that Jack did not simply eat the hallucinogen that he sold to him.

He also takes drugs stolen from others. The result is crazy excitement and the destruction of everything in the real world in the illusory world.

"The child's name is Jenny. She was crying and wanted to find her parents! Her aunt was really distressed about this..."

Peter spoke again, and police officers appeared on both sides. The loud shouts made the two people raise their hands. The gunfire just now had caused enough chaos. The man always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. The tram door opened, and the people inside were

Not daring to come down, they all started to dodge.

Nike aimed his pistol at Peter. A beeping sound sounded from the yellow substance. He lowered his head and saw a red dot. He took off his clothes and turned around to run. It was too late. The explosion instantly swallowed half of Nike's body.

The range is not very large, destroying everything within three meters. Although Peter can make explosives, he can pay for others to help him make them.

"No...no...ahem..."

With his arms, shoulders, and half of his chest, the bloody Nikes fell to the ground, twitching and trying to grab the coverable objects around him. Peter squatted down, took out his cell phone, and took pictures of Nikes.

"Sister Jenny says hello to you." (To be continued)