The God of Injustice in Marvel

Johnny has encountered many strange things in his life, and even the fact that he himself cannot die can be regarded as a strange thing that is not very scientific.

However, if Johnny were asked to rank the weird things he encountered in his life, then what he encountered tonight would definitely be in the top three.

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Stiff, trembling, afraid to move.

Johnny had been facing the TV sideways for a long time.

The beauty pageant on TV was still going on. The models with confident smiles and cool clothes were swaying as they walked, but Johnny's mind was not on it at all. All his attention was focused on the darkness behind him.

Attracted by the sound of chewing coming from inside.

Eating?

Why? Why in my house!

What is he eating? Meat? Or...

Something fell to the floor, and Johnny thought it was a bone, but he didn't dare look back or think about what it might be.

Johnny's daily life is to face the fear of death. He thought he was used to this, but today he discovered that he was not.

He was just used to life, used to facing cheers, used to the feeling of exhaling while wearing a helmet, used to smelling the smell of gasoline and hybrid.

Johnny felt fear, which was the deepest fear that he had imagined because of the unknown.

Because he is usually exposed to a lot of myths, legends, inexplicable unsolved cases and other things sent by private detectives to find his own secrets in order to solve the family's long-standing misfortune, Johnny is in the "abnormal death" this

field, can be regarded as a wild expert.

For this scene, he has already matched seven or eight cases in his mind. The common feature among them is that the treatment the deceased suffered in his final moments is not easy to accept.

...So, today is it...

Johnny suddenly relaxed, and he saw the answer in his heart. It turned out that he was not afraid of death, he was just impatient to wait for it.

"How many final questions can I ask..."

"Don't talk for now. Let me see who is the winner this time. Oh, by the way, wine, do you want to drink?"

Johnny was stunned for a moment, then laughed, as if it wouldn't be a bad thing to drink some wine before dying.

He pointed in the direction of the refrigerator. Since he never turned around, he didn't know if the person hiding in the shadows behind him had seen his actions. After all, that guy's attention seemed to have been focused on the TV.

.

"Uh, I'm going to get some cold beer, you..."

"no."

That voice suppressed Johnny's decision to take a step back, and he continued: "What is that stuff in your refrigerator, Rovera? Does anyone drink this stuff? It's like horse urine."

Bitter and...well...it doesn't taste good anyway. Try this. Go on."

Johnny quickly tilted his head and caught a can of... cold beer.

"I got this from the other side of the world. It's much better than what you have in your refrigerator."

Johnny looked at the blue metal can in his hand, feeling the coolness, and his heart became cold.

This guy brings cold beer with him when he goes out to rob someone!

Johnny thought of some bad images again.

He seemed to vaguely see the miserable scene of himself being lowered into the oil pan...

"...Thank you for watching, our next issue..."

By this time, the program on TV had finished.

Johnny heard a wine burp, and the man in the darkness said: "What are you waiting for? Ha...I see. Are you thinking, will I be related to your father's death?"

A strange jet sound and a slight engine sound came, and Johnny heard the man say: "Turn around. Let's talk about your new job."

Holding the unopened can of cold beer, Johnny pursed his lips, widened his eyes, and turned around.

Then, he didn't see the shoes stepping out of the darkness on the ground. Instead, a figure sitting in a strange machine flew out of the air...

"...Mr. Night Watchman?"

Leon: "......???"

"Um...you know me...? Hiss..."

Of course Johnny knew this man, because his mask was quite famous in urban legends and some horrific and bloody cases.

Johnny had heard about this supposedly real person more than once from various sources.

Although, Johnny always felt that this story was false.

However, as soon as he saw that unique mask that seemed to be alive and moving, Johnny knew that it must be him.

only……

According to legend, the Night Watchman is famous for being cold and bloody. Doesn't he sound like a cold-blooded image? Why did this person appear in his house...

Not a good match...

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After all, I have been in the world of Marvel for such a long time. Although I almost never survive every time I take action, Leon has always been informal in doing things. In addition, he works overtime every day and takes too many actions.

I have been in the news and appeared on TV. Although the chance of being recognized by ordinary people is small, it is not impossible.

Not surprising.

"You still know me, huh, where did you hear that?"

Johnny said: "Of course a strong person like you will not remain unknown."

Leon laughed: "Hahaha, what kind of strong man am I? I don't even fucking know Nie Feng.

However, after you recognized me, you seemed to be even more scared. What, have you done anything untoward?"

Nie Feng? Nie Feng’s mother? Who are these?

Of course Johnny was afraid, because from the information he learned about this person, the name of the night watchman was usually associated with words like blood, dead people, no one left alive...

Moreover, Johnny was lucky enough to see photos posted by an unknown netizen on the Internet, which were said to be photos of the scene after the night watchmen eliminated a certain gang.

Although the person quickly deleted the photo that was unknown to be true or false, the arms and legs all over the ground and the bright red color in that photo still made Johnny unable to eat well for several days.

And now, the night watchman who seems to be particularly interested in killing people is in his own home, right in front of him.

Everyone must be afraid!

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"Sit, you're welcome, just feel like you're at home." Leon drove the stroller and slowly flew in front of Johnny.

"No matter where you learned about me before, I can tell you.

What you heard is all true! Hahahahahaha..."

Qiang. Dare not say anything. Ni: "..."

Leon continued: "Those are not important. I came today not to kill you. I just want to ask you one thing: Are you interested in accepting a new job?"

Johnny: "...can I say no..."

Leon: "Eh?! Of course not! How could such words come out of your mouth!"

Strong. Aggrieved. Ni: "..."

"Okay." Johnny nodded. Although he still didn't know what this so-called "new job" was, he didn't think that Mr. Night Watchman would be so kind as to let him go and find the next person willing to do this job.

People with new jobs.

"Can I ask a... a few questions?"

After saying that he accepted the new job, Johnny seemed to lie down and his mentality was completely calm. He asked this question very calmly and bargained a little.

Leon didn't expect Johnny to agree so happily. He thought for a moment and replied: "Okay. I may not be willing to answer your question, and the answer may not be true. Just ask."

Johnny: “…”

Taking a deep breath, Johnny vaguely felt that the question that had troubled him for many years might be answered today from this man who was not necessarily willing to answer the night watchman.

"Mr. Night Watchman, I want to know...why me."

Leon, who was sitting in the stroller, laughed twice: "I thought you were going to ask about the shadow area in the heart and the excavator, hahahaha...cough! I'm off topic. Why you...because your family is born to do it.

This one."

Leon's answer is as good as unsaid.

But the strange thing is that Johnny actually understood it and nodded silently: "I understand."

Leon: "?"

What do you know, and how do you know it?

I didn’t say anything! I fooled you, brother!

"Let's go." Johnny said.

Leon: "?"

Go? What to go? Where to go?

As if seeing Leon's doubts, Johnny himself became less confident: "Now... shouldn't you take me somewhere and then let me go...

Um...what's the new job?"

Leon was delighted: "Ha, you are quite wise, you have read many novels, TV series and so on.

Hey, that's okay. Come with me."

Holding the bottle of beer that was already a little warm, Johnny put on his cycling clothes in silence and followed Leon...

"You went downstairs to ride your bike. I came in through the window. You live on the fifth floor. Have you forgotten?

There’s no place in my car to take you!”

Johnny: “…”

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While riding his motorcycle, Johnny looked up from time to time to glance at the night watchman in the sky.

This road leads outside the city, and Johnny has already made some preparations.

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Arriving outside the city, in a desolate place, the night watchman descended from the sky, and Johnny slowly stopped his motorcycle.

Is this it? My life will end here...

"Here, sign this thing."

Johnny was only halfway through his mental preparation when a scroll stretched out in front of him interrupted his thoughts.

"This is……"

"A contract. But when there is this thing, they seem to call it a contract."

Leon said something unsure.

"Sign it, if you sign this thing, you will know everything.

You will all know your fate, your father, the inexplicable deaths of generations of your family, and why I gave this thing to you."

Taking the scroll, which looked old at first glance and the color of the paper had turned yellow, Johnny slowly opened the scroll.

The paper is large, but only half of it is filled with content, and the rest is a large blank space.

Johnny can't understand those ancient and profound words. This has nothing to do with whether he has ever understood them before, because these things are the words of hell, and Leon can't understand them either.

"So, what do I do? Sign it."

"right."

After doing some mental construction for himself, Johnny also understood in his heart that things had reached this stage and he could no longer tolerate it.

I cruelly bit my finger and signed my name in blood on the blank space of the scroll.

Johnny has discovered that this thing seems not to be paper at all, but the skin of some creature. Moreover, it should not be sheepskin...

"Okay. I..."

When Johnny looked up, he saw Mr. Night Watchman sitting in the aircraft holding a pen and a pencil in his hands, looking like he was about to speak.

"...Alright."

Johnny: “…”

You should take it out earlier!!

Maybe because he felt a little embarrassed, Johnny blushed slightly and forcefully defended: "Isn't this setting of signing a contract and using this kind of strange paper only for the devils in hell? I read it in ancient books.

, all require blood..."

Johnny's voice became smaller and smaller, because even through the mysterious mask, he felt that the night watchman looked at him more and more strangely.

"Well...there is indeed such a setting...when did the ancient book you read come from?"

Johnny whispered: "...Hundreds of years ago."

"Look, that's right. Over the past few hundred years, haven't we discovered that pencils and pens are easier to use? Biting your fingers hurts...hahahaha!"

Johnny: “…”

Putting his hands away, Johnny forced himself to calm down, looked around around, frowned and asked: "Then what, it's gone?"

Nothing happened!

Leon smiled: "Why are you in a hurry? Just wait for me."

After saying that, he threw the scroll signed with Johnny's name into the air, and then a big fireball turned it into ashes.

After that, Johnny saw a very unscientific scene.

The falling fly ash seemed to have been programmed to build a door in the air. The color of the door became darker and darker, seeming to swallow up the surrounding light. In the silent night, there was a creaking sound.

, that door was pushed open.

"You actually found me..."

Mephisto, or his fake body, walked out of the door. As soon as he walked out, he glanced at Johnny with a smile, and then glanced at Leon with a strange expression, as if he couldn't believe it.

Leon was already used to the fact that the old man looked different every time he appeared.

"Hey! That's right! It's worth it if you do me that favor!"

Mephisto just smiled.

Leon continued: "Well, for the sake of me, who has worked so hard to find such a satisfactory messenger for you, do you dare to let me go to hell again? I promise it will be less this time... Hey, don't leave!

If we have something to discuss, I’ll just stay for a day... Why don’t I kill a few less!"

Mephisto turned around and went back without even looking at Johnny again, leaving only one sentence before closing the door: "Since you know who I am looking for, then help me teach him.

Anyway, you also like to find those who deserve to go to hell, don’t you?”

After saying that, the door closed, the ashes fell to the ground, and the place returned to how it was before.

Leon looked at the puddle of ashes and sighed: "Why is it so difficult to go to hell now? I really envy those bastard criminals. All they have to do is die, and no one has kicked their butts to drive them out..."

Johnny didn't hear what Leon was saying. He was shocked when he looked at the mysterious old man with white hair. Johnny felt that he had an aura that was very familiar to him.

"Mr. Night Watchman, Sir Night Watchman?"

Leon came back from his resentment: "Ah?"

Johnny said uncertainly: "Then, is it over?"

Leon patted the stroller: "How could it be over? Didn't you listen to the old man and let me teach you?

Walk!"

"Ah? Where to go?"

Leon said fiercely: "Go back to the city and find some blind bastards to kill!

I'm... very angry now..."