The power of the mind of beauty

Chapter 216 Matt's Fate

The symbiosis is a good breakthrough to solve the obstacle that cannot improve the ability. As long as he understands the unique structure of these symbiotes, Sean can transform his body, use the body to bear the spiritual power, and use the body as a bigger body. A device for storing spiritual power.

However, before there is no absolute possibility of success, Sean will never conduct such a dangerous experiment on himself. To put it bluntly, he is called pity for his life, and to put it bluntly, he is afraid of death. Take the risk of your own life, as for these two symbionts, that's another matter.

It's just that there are still many obstacles that he needs to break before that, especially the expulsion of the will of the two symbiotes itself, which is a time-consuming and long-lasting project. With his current level of control over mental power, his The telepathic ability has already made great progress, but even the venom that is easier to deal with still needs a lot of time, even if it continues non-stop, it will take more than a month, and this may be because the venom has just been produced Because of the massacre and appearing weak.

As for the massacre that only knows about killing, it is even more difficult to deal with, because in the process, he must first ensure that his spirit will not be eroded by the murderous killing intent of the massacre, and then he can proceed with the expulsion work. Another test for his mental power control.

But before that, he felt that he had to separate Venom and Carnage, the two naturally offensive guys. Just a moment after Sean expelled the killing intent in his mind, these two guys made the circle he created again. The ball was broken, and seeing the massacre of the red symbiont who was oppressing Venom fiercely, Sean couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to Venom's mother, the child is not filial! ~
Separate the venom and carnage into two groups, and then carefully create two solid balls with mental power to seal them firmly. The slightly blackened ball of spiritual power is enough to trap the two symbiotes. In fact, when there is only one, it is impossible for Venom and Carnage to break through. After all, they cannot fight themselves, and their slime-like form prevents them from exerting much ability, so they need a host.

But Sean didn't want to challenge the accidents that can be seen everywhere. For him who has always been cautious, he didn't want to see even the possibility of an emergency. This is his home.

at the same time.

Fergie and Matt, who had left Sean's house, were walking towards the law firm. Fergie was obviously aroused by Sean's previous words, which had long been extinguished. His face was flushed, and he spoke passionately. I chose to become a lawyer in the first place.

Matt Murdoch held a blind stick in his hand and nodded in response from time to time, but the expression on his face never changed. He remained silent all the way, obviously preoccupied.

As a good friend, Fergie has naturally noticed Matt's situation for a long time, but Matt has been like this for a long time. It was like this when he suddenly returned to the law firm the day before yesterday. He seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. I asked, but Matt kept silent. Even though he said a lot of jokes and even apologized for the previous conflict, the heavy expression on his face did not disappear.

Just then, Matt Murdoch stopped suddenly.

"Fergie."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Fergie looked back, frowning, not knowing why Matt stopped.

Matt Murdoch said: "You go back first."

"We'll be there soon, you..."

"Go back, I have some things to deal with." Matt Murdoch shook his head, but did not move.

"Hey! I see, you be careful." Foggy, who already knew that Matt Murdock was the Night Stalker, thought of something instantly. Seeing that Matt Murdock was motionless, he understood that he didn't want himself Involved in those dangerous things, sighed, and left under Matt's 'watch'.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going further and further away, Matt Murdoch sighed softly, turned and walked into the alley, and at some time, a thin and old figure had appeared on the escalator on the side of the residential building, a dexterous He turned over and landed two steps behind Matt.

"Why are you here?" Matt stopped, pursed the corners of his mouth, and said with a slightly bitter face: "Stick."

This emaciated old man is Matt Murdoch's teacher, a stick man who was resurrected from the dead under the strange secret technique mastered by the Holy Society, the mysterious killer group that separated from the Hand and its opposite organization.

"Matt." The stick man walked slowly, "I gave you time to think about it, have you thought about it yet?"

Matt Murdoch was silent.

Seeing this, the old man sighed, but his tone became firmer.

"Matt, this is your destiny. You will definitely become one of us. Fighting against evil has always been your ideal and persistence. You, me, and I have grown up watching you. I know you, and you have always been like this. And the Hand It is the most powerful evil in the world, we have fought it for hundreds of years, but this crazy killer group is too powerful for us to defeat, and now their plot is about to Got it. It was my mistake, I didn't do my job, I missed, but it will be the last time, the last time!"

Stickman's words full of death fell down, and Matt Murdoch still didn't say a word.

"Is it really still like this?" Gunsou sighed and murmured, his words seemed to be asking a question, but he had already got the answer before asking.

Matt Murdoch raised his head slightly. In his eyes, the blue sky at this time was fiery red. It was the raging fire that ignited the entire sky. He has never liked this kind of vision, but this is the only way his eyes can See the colors now.

"This is not my destiny, it's just the destiny you want to set for me." Matt Murdoch said in a cold voice without turning his head: "This is the only thing I want to protect. I belong to this place. My destiny It's always been doomed, that's Hell's Kitchen!"

Hearing this, the stick man kept silent, sighed, turned around and walked towards the street, and when he was about to walk out of the alley, he stopped again and said in a low voice: "Matt, you may not know that this time, Hell's Kitchen is the battleground."

After saying this, the old man didn't stay any longer, took out his sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and disappeared into the crowd with his blind stick in his hand.

But Matt Murdoch, who heard this, couldn't help being taken aback, and said blankly: "Hell's Kitchen?"

(End of this chapter)