The Death Knell

The area around the Peace Hotel is considered an older part of New York. There are relatively few skyscrapers and many places are residential buildings with only three or four floors.

There are only narrow gaps between the buildings. At least when they were built, real estate developers only had to think about how to build more rooms, not the issue of lighting.

A group of masked men were jumping and chasing each other on the rooftops of these buildings. From time to time, gunfire rang out, and those who were close could see exciting fights involving fists and fists.

This kind of melee with several masked people fighting together is not uncommon in New York, but what is more interesting is that these five people should be in separate formations, and any two people will fight with each other.

While chasing each other, they finally reached the top of a relatively spacious rooftop. Unless they turned back, there was no way to escape.

So under the pale night, five people formed a circle, all wary of each other, and moved slowly.

The circle turned.

"Stop it, Punisher, stop killing people!"

Daredevil held his own weapon, the 'Billy Stick', and shouted to the man opposite who was holding an assault rifle. There was a grenade launcher hanging on the lower rail of the rifle.

The Punisher's gun was pointed at the man with a circle on his head on the other side. From time to time, his eyes would turn to the other man holding a bow. He didn't look at Daredevil at all and replied:

"I will not stop. I have not avenged my family. When the laws of the United States lose their justice, my own laws are more effective, and the criminals must die!"

"You yourself are a criminal." Wade, holding two guns in both hands, pointed one gun at him and the other gun at the bullseye: "You robbed my bag, and in the bag was an old man's life-saving aid. money!"

Yes, a bulging little 'Hawk Body' satchel was on Frank's shoulder at this moment. The pink bag was crowded with various shotguns, rocket launchers and other things next to it.

The Punisher sneered. He held up the rifle with one hand, took out the pistol with the other hand and pointed it at Wade: "Is the old man you call suffering from a disease that will lead to death if you don't take drugs? I saw you dealing with drug dealers. , I confiscated this dirty money, get out of here before I kill you."

"Tsk, Wade, you can't leave. We elementary school classmates have to get together anyway, right? Our boss wants to invite you back to repay your kindness for introducing cheap prostitutes to his son."

Bullseye rolled the toothpick with his tongue, moved the small wooden stick from one corner of his mouth to the other, and squinted his eyes at the Punisher:

"It just so happens that the one with a large number of military weapons will also come with me, right? Or do you prefer to use your own body as a guest?"

Daredevil frowned under his mask, and he focused on Bullseye again: "Is your boss Kingpin? As long as I'm here, you can't even think of killing anyone."

"It won't be a problem to kill you one more." Bullseye touched the ring on his forehead and took out a pack of toothpicks from his arms.

"Don't touch him!" The Punisher pointed his gun at Bullseye again: "Kingpin will die sooner or later. I will kill you first today."

"Don't kill!" Daredevil shouted to the Punisher again. Why is this happening? Why are these people more irritable than the other? Will you kill people at every turn?

"You know this guy wearing a skull T-shirt, right? Let him return my bag!" Wade shouted at Daredevil again. He seemed very excited, and his hands holding the two guns were shaking violently: "You are wearing a You red slut, keep chirping, if you don’t return the bag to me, I’ll kill you first!”

Hawkeye, who had nothing to do with the four of them, yawned, raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and motioned for everyone to look at the invisible Quinjet above their heads...

Well, you can't see it. It's invisible after all. This is an urban area, and SHIELD's fighter planes can't be so ostentatious.

It's one thing to see some masked men fighting, but S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization that 'doesn't exist' and cannot be known to the public.

"Don't argue. All four of you must come with me. Murderer, hired assassin, and poisonous insect. Chasing and fighting in the city is not acceptable. You have been arrested. I can arrange a cell for you in the raft. You guys take your time and reminisce about old times.”

As Hawkeye spoke, he changed into electric shock net arrows. A mature adult like him would of course choose to take them all when faced with this situation!

"No, why should I be arrested too?" Daredevil pointed to his nose. He was not a murderer.

Hawkeye looked at him with helpless eyes and curled his lips: "You went out at night wearing a red tight-fitting gelcoat. You ask me why I arrested you? Come with me to a good place to do a registration investigation."

"Impossible, you don't want to know my secret identity." Daredevil increased his vigilance. The blind man's sixth sense allowed him to sense the danger on the arrow: "Besides, even if you are dressed like a government agent and are showing your ID, And there is no law enforcement authority before the arrest warrant. According to the New York State Judicial Power Rules, you..."

Hawkeye's eyes became sharp, and he smiled: "I understand, you are a lawyer."

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The rooftop they were on was not high, only four floors. The surrounding residents quickly climbed up to higher floors spontaneously and watched the excitement from a distance.

Everyone is looking forward to them fighting.

These are qualified New York citizens. Since the 1930s, various masked people have been operating in New York. The real "old New York" has never been afraid of superhero street fighting. This is what they and others City dwellers are different.

What's more, this is the information age. If you can film the scene of the masked men fighting and broadcast it live on the Internet with commentary, you might still be able to make a fortune.

The trio in the cake shop across the street were also doing the same thing. Daisy took out her mobile phone and searched on YouTube, and found many live broadcast channels. She picked a mobile phone camera with better pixels and a better distance. The live broadcast room is very close.

Jane and Caroline held her arms on the left and right, and leaned close to her head. Although fights between masked men happened from time to time in New York, it was still worth being curious about.

"Ahem, I want two cakes."

Thor's back was to those buildings. After crossing the street, he walked slowly over. He saw the three women playing with their mobile phones with their heads down. He cleared his throat with a dry cough and stood in front of the sales window with a shy smile. Ten large coins were lined up on the wooden board of the window.

It’s really big money, a one-dollar coin with Eisenhower on the front and the Statue of Liberty on the back, the kind Americans commonly call ‘Big Ike’.

A single coin is 3.8 centimeters in diameter and weighs 24 grams, which is much larger than coins from other countries. Ordinary people don't like to use it. After all, ten dollars weighs almost half a catty.

But for Thor, who doesn't know much about the situation on the earth, he feels that using this kind of weighty currency is more honorable than using banknotes. If he goes to the store of the woman he likes to buy things, using this will also bring glory to his face, right?

"Come in and get it yourself!" Daisy said angrily without raising her head, and motioned for Thor to climb in through the window. Everyone was busy and had no time to pay attention to him.

Thor scratched his head in embarrassment, but he couldn't put the money away and wait in line again, right?

Forget it, since he could go into the store, it might be better to chat for a while. He rubbed his hands and jumped in from the window.