This is hell's kitchen.

Order by day, chaos by night.

In the center of a Hell's Kitchen, on the roof of a building about fifty meters high, a man in a red tights looked like a sharp eagle, overlooking the brightly lit street below.

Every remote street, every dark alley, and people of all shapes and sizes were reflected in the man's pupils.

His name is Matt Murdoch.

During the day, he is an elite lawyer in suits and ties, proficient in all kinds of laws and illiterate, and is specially responsible for providing legal aid to the poor; at night, he is transformed into a superhero named Daredevil, wandering in the sinful Hell's Kitchen, with thunder and lightning. means to punish the perpetrators.

But since accepting Hasward's soul gift, Matt Murdoch's life trajectory has changed!

He is no longer a blind man, but a normal man!

Although he lost his previous keen perception while regaining the light, the Quincy blood flowing in his body has brought him a brand new power, which is several times stronger than before. !

Each of those spirits floating in the atmosphere can become his 'eyes', making his perception range and sensitivity far greater than before.

By condensing the spirits in his eyes, Matt can increase the eyesight of the eyes by five times, reaching a level comparable to that of an eagle.

In this way, even if he is on the top floor of a fifty-meter-high building, he can still clearly see every street in Hell's Kitchen and those who are preparing or committing crimes!

Finally, he found his goal tonight!

Justice, execute!

Matt Murdoch got up, spread his arms, leaned forward, and jumped down from the fifty-meter-high building.

Huhuhu~

The strong wind brought by the rapid fall whistled violently in Matt's ear.

He was like a free-flying eagle, and the spiritual child condensed into two wings behind him, and led Matt to the dark alley.

Soon.

Matt manipulated Lingzi's wings to come to the sky above the alley, and then turned over and fell from the sky.

The light in this alley is dim.

Although the length is very deep, the width is very narrow, and it can barely accommodate one person to pass through. The rubbish discarded here exudes an unpleasant smell, which makes Matt, who has always been more sensitive, frown.

The target was a tall man, shrouded in khaki sackcloth ascetic clothing, wearing a wide hood that covered his entire face, plus the dim light here, so that Matt could not see. Clear the face of the other party.

On the inside of the hooded man's arm, there was a comatose little boy.

Matt's eyes narrowed slightly, depending on the situation, the other party should be a personal trafficker.

This kind of person is very common in Hell's Kitchen, often kidnapping some young orphans and selling them to gangsters through various channels.

Among these children who were trafficked, the best outcome was to become the ** of some perverts in the upper class; and the worst outcome was that after being brutally murdered, their internal organs were sold on the black market. ....

If sins can be classified into a grade, then in Matt Murdoch's heart, those who sell children are unforgivable, even more serious than those who sell D!

"Put that kid down!"

Matt's voice was low, and the anger in his eyes was about to burst out.

"Tsk..."

The hooded man tutted lightly, looked at Matt Murdoch, saw his weird dress, and sneered: "It's a superhero again, a bunch of nosy guys."

"I suggest you do as I say, so I'll consider taking it lightly," Matt Murdoch said, fighting back the anger in his chest.

The hooded man sneered again and again, tossed the child behind him, and said disdainfully, "Since you have all been seen, then please die!"

The moment the word "death" fell, Matt Murdoch saw the hooded man clasping his hands together, as if he was holding some kind of transparent weapon, stabbing him in the cheek!

"Invisible weapon?"

Matt Murdoch frowned slightly, but he didn't panic.

Although invisible weapons are indeed a bit tricky, they pose no threat to him at all!

Blind since he was a child, he has already exercised the rest of his senses to the extreme. Although he is not as sensitive as before, it is still very easy to avoid this kind of attack.

He can accurately determine the attack range and direction just by the sound of the wind breaking from the weapon!

Instead of retreating, Matt rushed up to meet the man, took out two metal short sticks around his waist, and merged the short sticks in front of him to become a long stick!

Seeing that the two were getting closer and closer, only about two meters apart, Matt took a sharp breath, and then roared,

"drink!"

Matt exhaled violently, like a thunderous explosion, in the narrow alleyway

The hooded man obviously didn't expect that this red tight-fitting man had this trick. At such a close distance, it was too late to cover his ears, and he was caught off guard by the loud roar, which made his brain buzz and enter unconsciousness. dizzy state.

good chance!

Matt's eyes flickered with cold light, the muscles in his legs were tight and bulging, and he stretched the tights. Then, he held the end of the stick with both hands. Starting from the legs, the force passed through the waist and shoulders, and finally drove the two Arm, stabbed the stick out!

Bang!

The speed of this stick is extremely fast, and combined with the unique way of exerting force, the power is multiplied, like a burst tire, making a harsh explosion in the air, and hitting the hooded man's chest!

"puff--"

The hooded man raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. The force of the tip of the stick caused his chest to collapse. With the sound of broken ribs, the whole person flew out at a very fast speed like a kite with a broken string.

The hooded man rolled around for several times, and finally crashed into the garbage dump, making intermittent screams of pain.

This stick broke his ribs and caused massive bleeding in the chest cavity. If there was no timely rescue, he would definitely die in the end.

bang bang bang...  

The steel rod slammed on the ground with a crisp sound, and Matt, like a dying god, walked towards the hooded man with the steel rod.

"You wait for me!"

The hooded man cursed, and then got up straight from the ground, drawing a circle with one hand in mid-air.

lol~

With the movement of the hooded man, an orange-yellow current appeared out of thin air, outlining a huge circular pattern!

"Um?"

Matt Murdoch raised his brows, seeing the hooded man's plan to escape, and immediately sneered: "I plan to run now, don't you think it's too late?"

With that said, Matt Murdoch threw the steel rod aside, and his hands were drawn like a bow and arrow.

Swish!

A azure blue arrow shot out with strong wind, and in the blink of an eye, it penetrated the hooded man's rounded right hand, and the huge inertia force nailed it to the wall!

"Ahhhh~~~"

The hooded man's right hand was nailed to the wall, and blood flowed down the wall, making a scream of pain.

"Now, I ask, you answer."

Matt Murdoch's eyes were as cold as knives: "If you answer one wrong word, I will make you ten times more painful!"