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黑色 A black SUV made a beautiful arc and drifted through a curve, and the tires smoked and made a black arc on the ground.

The car rushed forward and continued to speed on the open street.

It's late at this time. I don't know when a dark cloud will come over, blocking the bright moonlight over New York.

暗 On the top of the side of the street where the SUV was driving, a dark red figure rushed quickly, flying over the uneven buildings, crossing the narrow aisle with superb balancing skills, staring at the car staring at it.

Matt Murdoch was so anxious that Wilson Fisk actually escaped from prison! Do n’t you guys know how much damage this guy can do?

The New York Police idiots didn't know where they had been dumped, now they can only rely on themselves!

Thinking here, Matt gritted his teeth and speeded up.

Finally waited for the opportunity. When the vehicle slowed down at a turn, Matt jumped on the billboard first, then jumped on the street light, and a flip turned to the roof.

I noticed the loud noise on the roof, and the driver started to twist the steering wheel left and right to fall Matt. Another person in the car also took out an Ingram and pulled the safety bolt and fired at the roof.

When Matt heard the sound of the bolt, he evaded sideways, smashing the window glass with a punch while rolling down from the left side of the roof, and knocked the driver out.

With an ingenious rollover force, Matt stood up without injury, while the out of control SUV hit the fire hydrant on the side of the road.

A strong water column rose into the sky, and then fell like a pouring rain. A huge body in a white suit opened the door of the car and rolled out. The suit was wet with water and looked a little embarrassed. Climb up and want to escape.

"Stop it, Fisk, you can't run!" Matt shouted, and quickly caught up.

Seeing that the figure could not escape, he drew a dagger and rushed towards Matt.

Matt had felt something wrong, and relaxed his arms and raised the man's collar, "Damn! You are fake, where is Fisk?"

This person who is very similar in height, size and appearance to Fisk did not speak, but just looked at Matt mockingly, cracking his mouth and laughing.

"You bastard, talk!" Anxiety and anger stunned Matt's mind, kept pressing him, and beating the man at the same time.

"You will never find him, but he will come to you, everywhere, everywhere, hahaha ..." This fake Fisk was full of blood and laughed wildly.

Angry Matt stunned the man with a punch and stood up panting. After looking left and right, he slowly became a little dazed, clenched his fists and stood there, letting the falling water droplets keep falling on his body ...

Uh ...

高层 A high-rise building.

Fisk has changed into a suit that fits around the napkin and sits in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window to enjoy the first filet steak after he was released from prison.

The knife and fork cut the steak still **** and delicately, and Fisk cut a piece and put it in his mouth for a while, then took a glass of wine and took a sip of red wine.

James Wesley with a gentle smile, holding a stack of documents in his hand, standing respectfully beside him.

Fisk took a napkin and wiped his mouth. He thoughtfully looked at the little lights outside the window, and a low voice sounded, "The piranha in the fish tank thinks he is the most powerful. He never knows the ocean. What kind of monster there will be. James, we need to change the way. "

James nodded. "Boss, a group of mysterious people have always wanted to contact us. I can't find any information from them."

Fisk shook his head, "Don't bother them, there will always be various organizations in the world, and rashly contacting them will only become their meal before they get strong power. The land required by the CIF will be transferred to them. Yet?"

"It has been properly handled." James nodded and replied.

"Very well, cut off the connection with them. In the future we will hide in the ground and pay attention to collecting all the data of extraordinary powers." Fiske looked away, his eyes jumped unnaturally, "My father only had one sentence that was right. "

"With power, you have the right to choose."

Uh ...

After two days,

Queens, New York.

The bright sun shines through the glass windows in the spacious classroom, and the air is filled with a serious atmosphere.

Li Mo rarely wore a fitted suit and stood on the podium with a pair of gold silk flat glasses.

He spoke in a low, thick voice: "The theory of yin and yang is one of the most important parts of Chinese culture. We believe that there is oppositional restriction and balance in everything and everything. Pursuing the balance of all things to achieve a yin and yang secret state, Tao The law comes naturally to the unity of heaven and man! "

After I finished speaking, Li Mo held her hands on her back and looked at the audience with a deep look. "Do you know that?"

There was a group of loli and madam who had been aggressively persecuted. A black child with curly hair couldn't help raising his hand and shouting, "I know, I know, this is Hogwarts' magic lesson. Mr. Li, do you have Avadaso Mantra? "

形象 The image that Li Mo was struggling to maintain couldn't be stretched, a cold sweat ran down his forehead, and said dryly: "Sorry, I ... I won't."

The young female teacher wearing glasses couldn't help but shook her head. "Mr. Li, these children you don't understand at all, you should talk about Chinese food and pandas."

"Okay, okay." Li Mo scratched his head awkwardly. "Just roll, talk roll ..."

The power of the panda can cross national borders and planes. Li Mo's panda story quickly caught the attention of the students, and he could not help but secretly relieved.

To start from the day before yesterday, Li Mo, who was walking on the street, suddenly received a call from Little Loli Leo. Their school is going to organize a cultural event. Leo thought of this kind Chinese uncle, so he invited him to tell her classmates about Chinese culture.

莫 Li Mo gladly accepted this very sensible little loli. But thinking of Li Mo's heavy task of promoting Chinese culture, he was overwhelmed and prepared a two-day class at home.

As a result, the scene now appears.

I ended the course, and the students were still interested. Li Mo asked Dong Wenxi. Li Mo got so big with strange questions that he quickly took out his own gift and diverted his attention.

Carry a box of panda dolls.

There was cheering in the classroom, and Li Mo was pleased to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

After the class, Leo ’s mother Sarah came over to express her gratitude at the cold dinner organized by the school. “Mr. Li, thank you very much for your request. And I ’m very sorry for the last incident.”

Li Mo took a sip of orange juice and shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I can understand that every family has its own difficulties."

"By the way, can I ask you something?" Li Mo asked hesitantly. "How did Xiao Lei's father pass away? If it wasn't convenient, I didn't say it."

Sarah drank the drink in her mouth, and her eyes gradually became moist. "My husband is David Lieberman, a staff member of the National Security Bureau. He has done something very brave but stupid. I ca n’t be specific Say more. "

Li Mo didn't ask any more, but used more to say, it was nothing but a poor victim.

Some people are not afraid to sacrifice their lives for their ideals and beliefs, but Li Mo thinks that some things are worthwhile, and some things are really not worth it.

I became a hero and left the orphans and widows in front of me. I do n’t know what choice Sarah ’s husband would have if he had another chance?

Sometimes people who live are more miserable than dead.

Uh ...

Late at night,

Long Island,

An upscale private villa.

银 On the floor in the middle of the living room, a tall, middle-aged man with silver hair leaned against the sofa and moaned in pain. His limbs had been shattered, his shape was distorted, and blood was flowing to the ground.

卡 Frank Cassall was sitting on the opposite sofa with a blood-stained hammer, his clothes and blood were splashing on his face.

为什么 "Why, you are my boss, I have saved your life, why did you kill my family?" Frank Cassall looked at the man in front of him, his eyes filled with anger.

After being reminded by Li Mo that day, Frank launched a secret investigation. Although much evidence had been destroyed, Frank found the man in front of him.

Barry Skoonover, Colonel of the United States Marine Corps, his boss when he was on the battlefield in Iraq. After the war, the pseudonym "Blacksmith" relied on the army's convenience to smuggle large quantities of drugs from the Middle East to dominate the drug market in New York.

The Central Park incident, behind the murder of his family ~ www.readwn.com ~ Why? Haha ... ha. "Ray Skunover, who knows he can't escape, is already a little crazy." After that war, I got nothing, leaving only a wound. What's wrong with getting some money for my retirement? You also came from the army. Did I forget anything? Not friends or enemies! "

"I have already withdrawn, I just want to go home, but you have killed my family." Frank Cassol said to himself: "My daughter likes reading, I have promised her to take her to New York Library. My son loves baseball. He is really talented and brought the Yankees hat I gave him that day. My wife baked delicious cookies that day ... "

"When you reject us, you should think of this result." Seeing Frank coming up with a hammer and struggling, Ray Skunov struggled, "Wait, wait, you don't want to know what's behind Anyone? "

"I'll find out to kill them one by one, now it's time for you to pay." Frank raised his hammer with expressionless hands and smashed Ray's head into a rotten watermelon.

The scene with her family was replayed from time to time in his mind, and Frank held the hammer blankly and slammed Thunder's body.

a bit,

a bit,

Until the corpse was smashed into mud ...

Frank lost his hammer and sat on the sofa with his hips full of blankness and pain.

Even the **** revenge could not relieve the pain in his heart.

Suddenly, the cell phone in my pocket kept shaking. Frank picked it up and looked at it, a strange phone number.

"Get out of there!"

The voice of an anxious man sounded.