Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 187: Matt's Justice

This was Hell's Kitchen.

The day belonged to order, and the night belonged to chaos.

At the center of a Hell's Kitchen building, on the roof of a building about fifty meters high, a man in a red tight suit looked down at the brightly lit street from the sky like a sharp hawk.

Every remote street, every dark alley, and all kinds of people were reflected in the eyes of the man.

His name was Matt Murdoch.

During the day, he was an elite lawyer in a suit. He was proficient in all kinds of legal regulations and was especially responsible for providing legal assistance to the poor. At night, he would turn into a superhero named Daredevil. Hell's Kitchen, who was wandering around the world of sin, would punish those criminals with lightning methods.

However, ever since he accepted Haschwalth's soul as a gift, it changed the trajectory of Matt Murdoch's life!

He was no longer a blind person, but a normal person!

Although he had lost his keen perception when he regained the light, the bloodline of the Quincy in his body brought him a new power, which was several times stronger than the previous him!

The Reishi in the atmosphere could become his 'eye', which made his perception range and acuity far exceed that of the past.

Matt could increase the vision of people by five times by condensing Reishi in his eyes, reaching the level of an eagle.

In this way, even if he was on the top floor of a fifty-meter-tall building, he could still clearly see every street of Hell's Kitchen and those who were ready or committing crimes!

Finally, he found his target tonight!

Justice, execution!

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

Huhuhu---

The strong wind brought about by the rapid descent roared violently in Matt's ears.

He was like a freely soaring eagle, and Reishi condensed into two wings behind him, sliding toward the dark alley with Matt.

After a while.

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

The light in this alley was dim.

Although the length was very deep, the width was very narrow. It could barely fit one person through. The garbage that was thrown here gave off a bad smell, which made Matt, who had always been sensitive, frown.

The target was a tall man. His whole body was covered in yellow linen clothes. He wore a large hood that covered his entire face. In addition to the dim light here, Matt could not see his face clearly.

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

Matt's eyes narrowed. Judging from the situation, the other party should be a human trafficker.

This kind of person was very common in Hell's Kitchen. He often kidnapped some young orphans and then sold them to the gangs through various channels.

And among these children who were sold, the best ending was to become the flesh of some perverts in the upper-class society, and the worst ending was to take the internal organs to the black market to sell...

If the sins could be divided into a level, then in Matt Murdoch's heart, these people who sold children were unforgivable!

"Put that child down!"

Matt's voice was low, and the anger in his eyes was about to burst out. He couldn't help but clench his fists, and his knuckles made a crisp sound.

"Tsk tsk..."

The hooded man clicked his tongue and looked at Matt Murdoch. Seeing his strange outfit, he sneered, "Another superhero, a bunch of nosy fellows."

"I suggest that you do as I say. That way, I will consider being a little gentler." Matt Murdoch said, trying to suppress the anger in his chest.

The hooded man sneered again and again, throwing the child behind him. Then he said disdainfully, "Since you have been seen, then please go to hell!"

As soon as the word "die" fell, Matt Murdoch saw the hooded man clench his hands together, as if he was holding a transparent weapon, stabbing towards his face!

"An invisible weapon?"

Matt Murdoch frowned, but he was not flustered.

Although invisible weapons were indeed a little tricky, they were not a threat to him at all!

Since he was blind from a young age, he had already trained the rest of his senses to the extreme. Although he was not as sensitive as before, it was still very easy to avoid this kind of attack.

He only needed to precisely determine the attack range and direction through the wind-breaking sound emitted by the weapon!

Not only did Matt not retreat, but he rushed towards the man. He took out two short metal sticks from his waist and merged them in front of him, turning them into a long stick!

Seeing that the two of them were getting closer and closer, just about two meters away, Matt suddenly took a deep breath and then roared,

"He!"

Matt suddenly exhaled, like a thunderclap, in the narrow alley.

The hooded man obviously did not expect that this red tight-fitting man had this trick. In such a close distance, it was completely too late to cover his ears. He was caught off guard by this loud roar, and his brain buzzed, entering an unconscious state of dizziness.

Good chance!

A cold light flashed in Mate's eyes. The muscles on his legs tightened and swelled, expanding his tight clothes. Then, he gripped the end of the stick with both hands and used his legs as the starting point. His strength passed through his waist and shoulders. Finally, he moved his arms and stabbed the stick out!

Bang!

The speed of this stick was extremely fast. Combined with its unique way of exerting strength, it increased the power by several times. It was like an exploding tire. It made an ear-piercing explosion in the air and hit the hooded man in the chest!

"Pfft -"

The hooded man threw his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood. The force of the staff directly caused his chest to collapse. Accompanied by the sound of ribs breaking, his entire person was like a kite with a broken string. He was sent flying at an extremely fast speed.

The hooded man rolled several times before finally crashing into the garbage heap, letting out intermittent screams of pain.

This staff had broken his ribs, causing him to bleed profusely in his chest. If there was no timely rescue, he would definitely die in the end.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The steel rod struck the ground with a crisp sound. Matt, like a demanding death god, walked towards the hooded man with the steel rod.

"Just you wait!"

The hooded man cursed, then actually got up from the ground and drew circles in the air with one hand.

Zap ---

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

"Huh?"

Matt Murdoch raised his eyebrows. He saw the hooded man's intention to escape and immediately sneered, "Don't you think it's too late to run now?"

As he spoke, Matt Murdoch threw the steel rod to the side, his hands in the shape of a bow.

Swish!

A blue arrow shot out with a strong wind, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through the hooded man's right hand. The huge inertia nailed him to the wall!

"Ah ---"

The hooded man's right hand was nailed to the wall and blood flowed down the wall, screaming in pain.

"Now, I ask, you answer."

Matt Murdoch's eyes were as cold as sword's. "If you answer one wrong word, I will make you suffer ten times more than you are now!"