The God of Injustice in Marvel

The best ingredients often only require the simplest processing. After a busy day, Chef Matt took out yesterday's leftover sandwiches from the refrigerator.

Mr. Matt Murdock, a lawyer by day and Daredevil’s time management guru by night, is having a good time lately.

The Kingpin fell.

Matt was also one of the first people to know about it. Although he had just been ambushed and had not recovered from his injuries, the Kingpin was wiped out, leaving him unable to take revenge with his own hands.

However, Matt thinks this feeling is pretty good!

In any case, if it were me, I would never be able to do it so thoroughly, so... good!

When he learned that the Kingpin Group had disappeared, Matt almost knew who had done it. After learning more specific information, such as the fact that there was no one alive at the scene, and the death of Bullseye and Wesley before Kingpin died.

The encounters, such as being sent away to eat the owl that was being offered while watching the fun, this kind of cutting-edge style must be his fault.

Matt also thought about it, what if it was him?

If the person who broke into Kingpin's hometown that day was himself, what would be the outcome?

If you can defeat Kingpin and Owl! What if!

Matt thought to himself.

It’s probably better to send the Kingpin to the law!

After taking a bite of the not-so-palatable sandwich, Matt continued to think, depending on Jin Bin’s methods and the interests of the upper class, most likely, no! Definitely!

Jin will not die, so he will be released soon, and the whole thing will start a new round of reincarnation, and nothing will change...

"Fortunately...haha, I'm not the one who did it!"

Thinking of this, Matt took another bite of the sandwich. It seemed that even the overnight sandwich tasted much better!

At this time, Matt heard someone walking to the door, as if he was going to knock on the door.

After recalling the time, it was already past one o'clock at night. Who would come looking for me at this time?

Standing up silently, Matt raised his blind stick and walked to the door.

There was no knocking on the door...

That man also stood there quietly, standing in front of the door of his office, motionless.

Is it someone I know?

friend?

Still the enemy!

Matt began to try to remember the brief footsteps he had just heard.

Judging from the footsteps, he was a man, a middle-aged man. He was of normal weight and was not carrying heavy weapons. There was only one person...

Who is the one……

Matt raised his blind stick and pointed it directly at his chest.

It is unlikely that someone who would run to a blind man's door at such a time without saying a word could be a friend...

…

Outside, Leon stood at the door, scratching his head secretly.

This late at night, when I first called Colson, the person's tone was not very good!

Matt is also used to going out to do things at night. Will he be away from home now?

What if he knocks on the door and it is his little friend who opens the door?

What’s even worse, what if it’s that woman, what’s her name? It doesn’t matter, so why does Matt have to live with ordinary people when he’s a superhero?

Now he is the one who knows his identity. If it's Kingpin or Bullseye, it's all over!

Speaking of which...

I even educated Matt about this kind of thing, but now my identity is known to the enemy first, and even my home was burned down...

Shame on you!

Anyone who knows this must be killed!

Coulson... Forget Coulson, only Loki can kill a good old guy like Coulson.

So, do you want to knock on the door?

Otherwise, take off the hood and knock on the door again?

Oops, it’s so troublesome!

Why does Matt live with ordinary people?

After thinking about it, Leon decided to knock on the door, believing that with his own reaction ability, if the person who opened the door was not Matt, he could still make himself disappear immediately.

I hope he's at home, preferably not asleep yet!

Maybe Matt likes to watch some midnight TV station~

Okay, this is a bit too difficult for Matt, but radio is still good!

With such unreliable thoughts, Leon raised his right hand, curled his fingers, and prepared to knock on the door.

At the same time, Matt calmed down and prepared to poke the guy outside the door with a stick on the shoulder...

when!

Leon's knuckles rapped on the wooden door, startling Matt who was in the room and was concentrating on listening to the sound and identifying the location. He almost stabbed the stick to his throat out of reflex.

Dang Dang!

The door rang twice more.

Frowning, Matt stood sideways next to the door and asked: "...Who is outside and who is looking for?"

There was silence outside the door for three seconds, and just when Matt raised the stick again, the man said, "So, is that you, Matt? Do you still remember the person who treated you?"

Matt in the room was stunned: How could it be him?

How could Daredevil, who is famous for his hearing, forget a person's voice!

It's him! What's that... name...

"you are a doctor?"

Matt finally thought of a title.

"That's right!" The voice outside the door seemed very happy, not realizing at all that he had forgotten his name.

"It's you! Matt! Oh my god, I hesitated for a long time before knocking on your door. Fortunately, you weren't sleeping!"

Matt thought to himself: No wonder he stood at the door for a long time without knocking. Did you know that if you had been delayed for a second, I would have stabbed him out with my stick!

Day by day! It doesn’t make people worry!

However, Matt was also afraid.

If this stick is poked out, are you afraid that you will get a beating?

This guy can pick out Kingpin by himself, so he shouldn't be his opponent.

After realizing that he might have been beaten for being cautious just now, Matt felt extremely aggrieved.

Why are you standing in front of my house pretending to be a ghost and not letting me hit you with a stick?!

Shaking his head to drive away all the random thoughts in his mind, Matt opened the door.

For the sake of saying this and confirming who is outside the door, it doesn't matter whether the door is closed or open. If this guy who only met once has really evil intentions, what can a wooden door do?

The son himself will have to spend money to repair the door.

If you want to stop this guy, you need at least a steel door!

Well, that's right.

With this thought, Leon entered the house and closed the door behind him.

Sitting down on the guest sofa, Leon found that there were no lights on in the room, but there was food on the table, so he knew that Matt was in the office by himself now.

"Have you not eaten?"

For a while, Matt couldn't adapt to this kind of chatting method of asking others if they had eaten, and besides, you didn't see anything on the table!

"...I was eating just now."

"Oh, these things are not nutritious!" After wrapping Matt's half-eaten sandwich and putting it aside, Leon began to take things one by one from the space.

"Come! Let's have a good meal!"

Due to the existence of the single wooden wine barrel, Lyon will always have wine on his body, but the amount each time is too small, and the cup is empty as soon as the taste is tasted.

Coupled with Leon's void-fearing bloodline, he seems to digest things much faster than normal people. Although the space is not big, Leon doesn't have much to put in it, so Leon puts a lot of food and drinks in the space.

It can provide a feast for three or five people anywhere.

Since there is no air circulation in the system space and it is almost always in a static state, the food and drinks are almost the same when they are taken out as they were when they were put in.

As a result, Matt "saw" Leon conjure the same food and drinks one after another out of thin air.

The last one was a plate of hot food, the next one was a glass of cold beer.

Matt could even hear the sound of water dripping from the outer wall of the cup onto the table!

Not long after, the long table where guests were served was filled with a dazzling array of food.

Coach, I want to learn this!

At this time, Matt thought about the sandwich he had just eaten.

I definitely don’t dislike it because it tastes bad! The doctor is right, that food has no nutrition!

——Matt Murdoch