The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

"What about the kid?" Lance, who listened to the story, couldn't help but ask.

"There was a couple in New Jersey who were planning to adopt a child, and they both loved the child, so I decided to entrust the child to them." Matthew sighed: "I didn't expect it to become like this, it's really frustrating."

His tone was sad, as if lamenting his failure.

"I came to you this time to find out if there is an unknown relationship between you and Gwyneth, but it is obvious that I am overthinking." A wry smile appeared on Matthew's face.

"I didn't expect that this visit would actually be seen through by you."

Lance smiled and said, "Take it easy, man, I won't go around promoting your identity." "

Thank you." Matthew nodded, he didn't want to make himself too public.

After the two talked about some more things, Matthew took his leave and Lance did not stay.

Lawyer Ma is a busy person with every opportunity, busy fighting lawsuits during the day and beating people at night, which is really hard for him.

After seeing Matthew off, Lance sat back on the couch, and Max ran down again, sitting next to Lance and staring at him without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Something? The puzzled Lance looked at her suspiciously.

"You said he was Daredevil?" Max, whose eyes were round, looked incredulous.

"yes." Lance nodded: "How?" Does this matter make you feel strange?

"He's Daredevil!" Max, who heard his confirmation, had an excited expression on his face and looked very excited.

"What happened to Daredevil? Can Daredevil survive a missile explosion? Can Daredevil jump from hundreds of meters in the air? A

somewhat depressed Lance looked at her with disgust, wasn't he better than Daredevil? How come you haven't seen Max so excited?

Max, who was poured with a basin of cold water, retracted his actions, looked him up and down a few times with a look of wanting to say something, and finally turned around and went back to the room without saying a word.

"Inexplicable!"

Looking at Max's back, Lance muttered a word and didn't care, continued to take out her mobile phone and played, Jessica didn't reply to the message, maybe she was busy with something.

Time passed quickly, four or five days passed quickly, and Lance was happy these days.

From time to time, he pulled with his old friend Alvin, and sometimes called Jessica at night, and even Stark harassed him a few times.

However, this Stark is a little different from the Iron Man Lance remembers, although his personality is still so annoying, and the day after his return, a press conference was held to close Stark Industries' weapons manufacturing department.

On the fifth day, he sent Obadiah to prison, took complete control of Stark Industries, and after that he gave power to Pepper Pepper Pepper Potts, and he ran back to his seaside villa to work all day blacksmithing and researching.

As soon as there was a breakthrough, Stark would call him to show off.

In addition to daily exercise and some of the above things, Lance occasionally contacts Damiani, and life is also comfortable, Lance has even called her Lorna, which is quite intimate.

He had just finished dinner that night, and in Tom's disdainful eyes, he was about to go out to find Lorna, and he felt that the two should talk about life and ideals, and then have a deep discussion in the moonlight.

Lance, who hummed a little ditty beautifully, had just left the house when he saw a handsome Harley locomotive parked next to the office.

A young man wearing gold wire glasses and a white shirt had just got out of the car and was facing him in his direction.

The amazed Lance couldn't help but admire this exaggerated locomotive again, it looked really handsome, and turned his head to look at the second-hand Camaro parked next to him, and suddenly felt a little disgusted.

Now that I have money, do I also buy a new one... Lance, who wants to be intrigued, falls into self-absorption and enjoys it.

However, when the strange man approached, he was interrupted by the fantasy.

"Hello."

"Huh? Well? Are you looking for me? Retracting his thoughts, Lance glanced at the strange man in front of him.

"That's right, Michael Bartirino, this is my calling card, and it is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency Lance." Batilino handed over a business card and introduced himself.

Lance took the business card and looked at it briefly, this business card was simple, only a name and a phone, and in addition to that, it was a small white card.

"So why did Monsieur Batilino come to me? Investigate intelligence? Debt collection? Looking for someone? Catch Mistress? Lance quipped about a few of the things that required the most business needs, but it didn't look like a delegate from any point of view.

"Don't you invite me in?" The quiet Bartirino asked rhetorically.

"oi~ sorry." Lance nodded, turned and walked inside the house to invite him into it, and came to the living room, where the two sat opposite each other on the sofa.

"You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"

"If you like it." Lance nodded, and instead of blocking his move, he pushed the ashtray on the table in his direction.

After obtaining the owner's consent, Batilino took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit it, inhaled a large puff and spit out a cloud of smoke, looking extremely enjoyable, Lance was not in a hurry, anyway, he didn't have anything to do.

"I don't know if Your Excellency Lance is interested in joining us." After taking two puffs, Bartirino looked at him with a smile and said the purpose of the trip.

Yes, another unknown mysterious organization.

"Join you? I'm sorry, but I'm used to my current job, and I don't want to join any organization. Lance flatly refused.

He is an independent, self-centered person, he likes to live freely, he does not want to join some special organization and be restrained, if he can, he would rather lie at home as a salted fish.

"Your Excellency doesn't seem to know what organization we are." Bartirino still had a bright smile on his face and didn't care about his refusal.

Lance frowned, he didn't want to cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of trouble either, reached out and took out a bubble watermelon from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth and said, "OK, I really don't know, would you like to hear about it?"

Bartirino, who flicked the soot, said: "My organization is called the Children of Midnight, and it is a team that fends off various threats such as supernatural dark magic and supernatural powers.

"Then this extraordinary Mr. Bartirino, I am just an ordinary private investigator and bounty hunter, and the so-called dark magic and supernatural powers seem to have nothing to do with me." Lance shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, chewing bubble gum as if he didn't pay much attention to what he said, and even suspected that this person was probably a second-year teenager.