Marvel World Mixed Life

The New York Gazette was founded in 1725 by William Bradford as New York's first newspaper.

In the early days of the publication, it mainly supported government policies, and was called "full of boring materials and boring eulogies" by people at the time.

In the 18th century, after the Zenger case, he joined the camp of fighting for freedom of the press. Since then, he has been known for his independent attitude and sharp speech.

After that, the New York Bulletin can be seen in many major historical events in the United States, such as Nixon's visit to China, the Watergate incident, Kennedy's assassination...

The most famous thing is that their reporters followed Captain America to the front line many times and sent back a lot of detailed reports. That was the golden age of the New York Gazette.

However, with the advent of the new century and the highly developed Internet TV media, all paper media including the New York Gazette have shown a declining trend.

However, the importance of news value will not be ignored because of its different carriers!

Early this morning, when people got their hands on the first New York Gazette, they were stunned by the headlines. Then this heavy news detonated the whole of New York at the speed of an atomic bomb.

"The black hand behind the chaos in New York!"

"Fisk's Evil Empire!"

"The Scary Dark Web!"

At the beginning, some people doubted the authenticity of the report, but with the sudden efforts of the mayor's family, countless conclusive evidence, audio and video were released one by one.

The citizens of New York were completely angry. Countless people took to the streets to protest. What are they protesting?

Government inaction?

Corruption of MPs?

NYPD incompetence?

No matter, there needs to be something to protest, and someone needs to be responsible for these things.

The bureaucrats of the mayor's department swept away the previous decline and spoke in the media one after another. Or just words, or cynicism, are old fritters, no one will let this opportunity pass.

The FBI, local prosecutors, and the New York City Police Department all launched investigations against Fisk's group.

In fact, although the criminal network of Fisk is secret, it is aimed at ordinary people. Many people in the upper class are more or less aware of it, but there is no need to provoke right and wrong until their interests are not touched.

...

It was getting dark.

On a tall office building next to New York's Central Park.

Fisk stood in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the still dense crowd of demonstrators on the street, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

His subordinate James is still polite and calm, "Boss, the FBI and the police are coming here, we should go."

"What's up with Vanessa?"

"It has reached Cuba safely."

"James, you're right!" Fisk stroked his cufflinks and said, "Standing in the open has to bear attacks from the dark, and the most important thing is that you have to play according to their rules of the game, it's really... ridiculous! Have you found out who is targeting us?"

"It's Night Demon and a man nicknamed Master." James said seriously.

"Where's that reporter?"

"Someone protected, the people we sent were caught."

"Forget it, don't worry, there is plenty of time to play slowly." The corner of Fisk's eyes twitched, and his huge body turned around, "Let's get out of here."

On the corridor not far away, Matt in night clothes overturned a guard and listened attentively. He said to Li Mo who was yawning next to him: "Li, you are right, Fisk wants to escape."

Li Mo has been staying in Harlem for the past two days, sleeping with a group of black buddies during the day and partying all night at night, still in a hangover state, and said weakly: "Isn't that obvious, Fatty is not a fool. By the way Can't you change into a decent uniform, this one's so low, like a safe-breaker or, lingerie lover?"

Matt shook his head helplessly, and continued: "The police have arrived, and we have secured the exit. Don't think about it... No, I heard the sound of helicopter paddles, and they are going to escape in a helicopter!"

After finishing speaking, Matt rushed out, and Li Mo shook his head and followed.

The wind on the roof was particularly strong, and the lights on the apron illuminated the entire roof. When Matt ran out from the exit on the top floor, Fisk had already boarded the helicopter, and when he saw Matt who ran out, he showed a meaningful smile.

Matt was in a hurry, and while chasing forward, he turned around in the air and threw the short stick in his hand. The short stick smashed the glass next to the driver with a strong inertia, the driver was startled, and then started the helicopter and began to take off.

The gentle James picked up an automatic rifle and fired at Matt. Matt rolled over to avoid it, and the bullets hit the ground on the roof of the building with tracers, splashing waves of stone chips.

Li Mo, who was a step behind, just saw the situation in front of him when he caught up. He shrugged, opened a huge chrysanthemum shield, stepped forward to protect Matt, and then stretched out a ten-meter-long tentacle, no, vine! He grabbed the helicopter that had left the ground.

The helicopter fell obliquely to the roof of the building, and the still rotating propeller scraped the ground, accompanied by harsh sounds, sparks were drawn, and then the twist stopped.

James and the pilot had fainted with blood on their heads, while Fisk slowly climbed out of the helicopter.

Li Mo was stopped by Matt when he was about to go forward, "He's just an ordinary person, I'll come!"

Li Mo blinked, "Okay, you come."

Matt walked to the side of Fisk who had just climbed out of the helicopter, and just pressed his shoulders when he was pushed away by a huge force.

Fisk stood up like a giant bear, stared at Matt with fierce eyes, and rushed over with his arms open with a roar.

Caught off guard, Matt was slammed to the ground with a loud bang.

Li Mo wrinkled his face and took a deep breath, "It's so cruel, but why is this trick so familiar, it seems that the fat guys on the arcade often use it." Seeing Matt received another old punch, he asked loudly: "Do you want to use it?" Help, buddy?"

Matt struggled to break free from Fisk's shackles, distanced himself and gasped and said, "No, I can do it."

"Okay, as you like." Li Mo shrugged, took out a cigarette and took a leisurely puff, watching the excitement.

These two players basically belong to the same level of players, one is dexterous and the other is strong, and the other is full of flesh and blood, which is comparable.

The two fought for hundreds of rounds, only to see Matt Leopard glaring and shouting angrily: "Wow, I'm going to kill you with anger, old man Fei, watch the stick!"

In an instant, Matt used a stick trick, and pulled out a cloud-pattern iron rod with his backhand, aiming at Fisk's Fengmen acupoint, it was a stick!

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The hero-hero-end.

Matt panted heavily and was on the verge of falling. He glanced at Li Mo who was posing in a strange shape, and asked weakly, "Li, what are you doing?"

Li Mo put away his styling, "It's okay, I miss an old gentleman surnamed Shan when I'm idle."

"You still miss him at this time, he must be a very remarkable person."

"Well, it's amazing. I learned wonderful worlds from him."

"Then you must introduce it to me."

"It's a pity, you won't be able to see him!" Li Mo took a deep breath and looked at the dark sky in confusion.

Can not go back…

…………

With the arrest of Congressman Fisk and Cherry, the haze hanging over New York seems to have been swept away.

Although Matt is still hiding, after Ben Urick's report, the citizens still learned about this superhero who is active at night in New York.

The media gave him a nickname: Daredevil.

As Matt changed to brand-new equipment, the devil-like helmet gradually confirmed the nickname.

…

West 32nd Street, Manhattan.

Lee's Craft Shop.

Little Lucas stretched his waist, "This damn thing is finally over, it feels like there are a lot more people on the street."

George also nodded and said: "Yes, people will always become stronger after experiencing disasters. Just like the captain at that time..."

Li Mo took a sip of tea and said leisurely: "I admire the nerves of New Yorkers. They can be made into steel after hundreds of refinements, and they will become more and more powerful in the future."

"By the way, little Lucas." Li Mo suddenly thought of something, "I have a bad feeling that staying here will become more and more dangerous in the future, or you might as well go to a place farther away to go to school."

"No! Boss, this is my home, and I'm not going anywhere." Little Lucas shook his head firmly.

"Then what if someone threatens me with you in the future? What if I lose my mind and you are killed without being threatened?" Li Mo asked jokingly.

Little Lucas looked very serious, "I've been learning some self-defense techniques with George, and I've signed up for a newly opened Chinese martial arts gym in the next street."

"Chinese martial arts..." Li Mo stroked his chin excitedly, "Why don't I learn two skills too? Anyway, I'm idle if I'm idle."

That afternoon, Li Mo followed little Lucas to the so-called Chinese martial arts gym.

Seeing tatami mats, samurai uniforms, and wooden swords... Li Mo immediately yelled, "Little Lucas, you are still learning Chinese culture from me. This is the Nippon Budokan!"

"Even Mr. Bruce Lee said that nothing is the right thing to do, so no matter what kind of fighting technique is useful?" A woman walked over speaking pure Mandarin, "Hello, I am the coach of this gym. Lynn Win."

Li Mo looked at the woman in front of him, her eyebrows, her eyes, "Are you Chinese?"

Colleen Wen shrugged, "My father is Chinese, and my mother is Japanese. This gentleman, you can't learn even if you want to. You have passed the optimal age for learning."

"You mean I'm old?" Li Mo felt stubborn, and touched his protruding stomach, "I just want to see how hard you are today?"

"Forget it, you'll get hurt."

"The aggressive method is very useful to me, I must learn it."

"Okay." Colleen Wen was a little helpless, this uncle was really hard to speak, "Let's warm up first, follow me, 1, 2, 1, 2..."

Li Mo: "1234, 2234... What's so difficult about this, elementary school students are more complicated than this."

Colleen Wen: "The warm-up is over, now let's start stretching."

Li Mo: "What's so difficult about this, isn't it just splitting a big fork?"

Colleen Wen: "It won't work for you, you have to press it down again. Come on, everyone can do it!"

Li Mo: "It's over, what are you going to do?"

Colleen Wen: "Hey! I'm pressing!"

Li Mo: "Ah, ouch~~ Howl...Little Lucas, call, yell!"

Little Lucas: "Boss, how many people are you calling?"

Li Mo: "What are you thinking? Find a doctor and tell Claire to come over quickly. Ouch~ What kind of kung fu are you practicing? My brain is twitching."