Marvel World Mixed Life

The beds in Jessica's house are very firm.

Li Mo was a little curious, and couldn't help asking: "Where did you order your bed?"

"Shut up and move!"

"oh."

...

After the matter was over, the two lighted their cigarettes and smoked quietly.

Li Mo briefly talked about what happened today, and asked with some hesitation: "You said... Should I help them?"

Jessica was a little annoyed, "I have a lot of shit about myself, and I'm not in the mood to help you out."

Li Mo asked a little self-indulgently: "Aren't we friends? I can't even talk to you, what do you think of me!"

Jessica Jones was expressionless, "One who can talk, won't bother me, and needs to be recharged from time to time."

Li Moru was struck by lightning.

Seeing Li Mo's appearance, Jessica shook her head with a smile and got up to get dressed, "Someone often tells me to be more cautious when doing things, but when it's his turn, he is coy. You are not such a person .”

Putting on her underwear, Jessica Jones took a sip from the wine bottle on the table, and looked at Li Mo with some amusement.

"What are you afraid of in the end?"

What the fuck am I afraid of?

I'm afraid of so many things,

I'm afraid of trouble

I'm more afraid of the responsibilities that need to be borne,

Even if I get the supernatural power, I'm still the ordinary person who ate and waited to die in my previous life.

The more Li Mo thought about it, the more irritable he became.

f**k!

Never mind, what are you thinking about? I lived a miserable life in my previous life, and I finally got a second chance. If I don't do things according to my own will, I might as well die!

I don't want to be some shit superhero!

I just do what I want to do...

…………

After several days of cloudy and rainy days, the sky in New York finally cleared up. Looking from a distance, the whole city looks like it has just been cleaned, and it shines like morning dew in the morning sun rising from the sea level.

On the road outside a meat processing plant in Hell's Kitchen, a black and white police car slowly drove up and stopped at the gate of the processing plant.

Brett Mahoney got off the police car, tightened the belt on his black uniform, and said to his partner who got off the co-pilot: "Be careful, Marvin. Let's go."

They received the alarm. Some people claimed that they heard strange noises coming from here last night. The gate was closed and no one came out this morning. As the nearest police officers here, they were ordered to come over for routine investigation.

When they walked to the door, they rang the doorbell for a long time but no one answered. They immediately felt that something was wrong. Outside the door is bustling and bustling, but here is as quiet as a ghost.

Blatter and his partner exchanged glances, and the two climbed in from the low wall next to them, took out their police pistols and explored carefully.

Entering the front hall, there was no one there, some glass counters were broken, glass was scattered all over the floor, and there were some bloodstains.

"Bratt, look!" The partner pointed to the front. There was a dragged blood mark on the ground, which had turned black.

The two were a little nervous, swallowed their saliva, held the pistol tightly, walked along the blood marks, and came to the outside of the frozen warehouse.

Looking at each other, Blatter stepped forward and slowly opened the door. The scene in front of him was shocking.

Dozens of corpses with their heads hanging down and pieces of pork were hung on iron hooks row by row, and blood was everywhere on the ground.

The two couldn't bear it any longer, hid aside and leaned against the wall to vomit...

…………

It was almost noon when Li Mo returned to the shop.

Little Lucas and George were watching TV and talking about something. Little Lucas was a little scared, while George was full of indignation.

Li Mo also sat down and watched the news for a while. It turned out that there was another massacre against gangsters last night.

Because this time it was even more appalling, the news was leaked by the swarming reporters, and it quickly spread throughout New York.

A total of 46 members of the Mexican drug cartel were killed and hung up in a warehouse like steaks in one of their secret strongholds, which appeared to be a meat processing plant but was actually a food poisoning den.

Li Mo shook his head. He actually didn't have any particularly bad impressions of the Punisher. It was just revenge, which a big man would do. But Frank Castle's revenge method was too cruel and bloody, and it had already made the whole New York panic.

And most importantly, totally missed the mark!

The mastermind behind the scenes may be hiding somewhere.

Thinking of this, Li Mo felt a little upset. His happy life was broken, and those gangsters were smoking cigars and playing with women somewhere...

f**k!

Li Mo cursed directly, asked George for the address of Matt, Murdoch's law firm, and drove away in the blue Mustang. Leaving little Lucas and George looking at each other.

…

The law firm of Nelson Murdoch is not far from here, only a few blocks away. Li Mo arrived downstairs in a short while.

This is an old-fashioned building from the 90s, and there are many such buildings in New York. Old, solid and full of nostalgia.

After walking up to the second floor and knocking on the door, the person who opened the door was a young man with blond hair and round face, who was another partner of the law firm, Fergie Nelson. Li Mo couldn't help complaining in his heart: It seems that every man needs a good gay friend.

Fergie thought a client was coming, and just about to ask, Matt Murdock wearing sunglasses came out and said, "Fergie, Mr. Li is here to see me."

Foggy shrugged and said, "Okay, let's talk, Karen and I will go to those old people to see the situation."

Matt led Li Mo to another room and sat down. Li Mo looked at the blind lawyer in front of him. This was a rare superhero he admired from the heart. There is no super ability, but there are unparalleled courage and strong beliefs that many people lack.

"Mr. Li, what's the matter with you this time?" Matt was a little strange, didn't he just reject his request last night.

Li Mo didn't beat around the bush, and said directly: "I agree to your request, don't ask why. Let's find out those troublemakers and play penis."

Matt couldn't help smiling, and told Li Mo about the recent situation in Hell's Kitchen and his own investigation results.

Li Mo curled his lips, "The results of your investigation are too superficial. The man behind the demolition is a big fat man who wants to dominate the New York underground world. He can't remember how to get some through a company whose name he forgot Money looks like it's going to kill a bunch of people..."

Matt: "..."

Li Mo: "Do you understand?"

Matt asked with a headache, "What's the name of that big fat man?"

Li Mo: "Fatty Jin, no, it's called Jin Dabing."

Matt couldn't help but scratched his head, "Is there anyone with such a name? He's still a gangster."

Li Mo chuckled, "There are many things you don't know. As for that crazy killer, I also know who it is."

Matt frowned, "Who is it?"

Li Mo sighed, "A painful person..."

After explaining for a long time, Matt roughly understood what was going on, frowned and said: "No matter what his reason is, we can't let him continue to slaughter like this!"

Li Mo also agreed, "The matter of the golden pie can be slowed down first. We must stop Frank's soldiers first. The consequences of fear are more serious! Let me tell you a story. I know a villain named clown who controls the situation through chaotic fear. People's hearts..."

Matt gasped after hearing this, "How can there be such a terrible lunatic, where is he? We must kill him first!"

Li Mo smiled slightly, "Relax and relax, it's just a fictional character, he should... definitely not appear here."

Matt asked, "Any clues to Frank's address?"

"I don't know, but I know his next target is a speeding gang named Cerberus."

"Do you know what time it is?"

"I don't know."

"Then what to do?"

"Squat!"

…………

New York Veterans Service Center.

A farewell party had come to an end, Curtis, a retired black medical soldier due to disability, limped up to a black young man, the protagonist of the party, holding a paper cup.

After clinking a glass, they hugged again, "Sam, I didn't expect you to leave too. I'm really reluctant, but I still wish you a happy life and work in Washington!"

"You too, take care of yourself." Sam Wilson said with a smile.

After the farewell party, Curtis returned to his home in Brooklyn by car. Evening activities must be prepared in advance.

He organized a mutual aid group for veterans to help veterans with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) get out of the haze and return to normal life.

In a spacious rented room, Curtis arranged a dozen chairs in a circle, and prepared drinks.

I clapped my hands and was about to take a break when I found a person came in at the door. With a suit and leather shoes, a handsome and gentle smile, and a neat black back, it was Billy Russell.

The two hugged each other, and Curtis laughed and joked, "It's been a long time since I saw you. Last time I went to your company, I heard that you got into some trouble?"

Billy Russell smiled: "It's just a bunch of nosy guys, they can't do anything to me."

The two sat down and chatted, talking about all the things they had served in the army, and couldn't help laughing at each other...

After a while, Billy Russell suddenly stopped smiling, and asked casually, "Have you heard what happened in Hell's Kitchen recently?"

Curtis also stopped smiling, "Well, I know something, it's nothing more than gang vendetta."

The corner of Billy Russell's mouth twitched, "Maybe, do you have any news about Frank?"

Curtis shook his head: "No news."

Billy Russell said with some concern: "Okay, if he comes to you, you must tell me!"

After the two talked for a while, Billy Russell left, leaving a check for $5,000.

Curtis didn't refuse, and put it away directly. His mutual aid meeting can only be held thanks to the sponsorship of old friends.

After packing up his things, Curtis rubbed his sore legs, sat on a chair, and quietly asked, "Why didn't you tell him?"

Frank Castle pushed open a small door and came out from the darkness, "He's doing well now, I don't want to burden him."

Curtis sighed, "Frank, your methods are too drastic."

A trace of pain flashed across Frank Cassel's resolute face, "I wake up in a nightmare every day, and every day I dream of the day my wife and children were killed. The blood debt must be paid with blood!"

"Sometimes we need to move on, and you're going to destroy yourself."

"I'm already in hell..."