NOVEL WEB Chapter 23 - Blind Vigilante
Watchmen of New York City: Spider-Man
“Recently, the police uncovered a case of vicious transnational human trafficking. The perpetrators coaxed young women in some poor countries in Eastern Europe and sent them to the red light district of New York by ocean freighters.”
“Fortunately, the good neighbors of the people, the good helpers of the police, and the well-known Spider-Man understood this conspiracy in time, and with the help of the mysterious vigilante ‘Daredevil’, this evil force was exterminated, and then Safeguarding New York City once and for all.”
“We interviewed the New York police, who were full of praise for this act, believing that the appearance of ‘Spider-Man’ and other vigilantes represents the justice of the people, is synonymous with the American dream, and fully embodies human rights and freedoms, which is in line with our The spirit of the West in your bones…”
Peter Parker sat lazily on the sofa, watching the close-up of himself posted in the first edition:
“When did the police say such a thing?”
“Whether he said it or not, the pen is in our hands anyway. The news has already been sent out. Can they still ask us to withdraw it?”
Nolan sat on the boss chair and flipped through his mobile phone: “The editorial department has counted the data. We sold 150,000 copies of the first issue!”
“Really? Congratulations,” Peter Parker was shocked when he heard the news.
Then he remembered something, and looked at Nolan with eager eyes: “Then… my royalties?”
“It’s ready,” Nolan took out a thick envelope from the drawer and threw it to him: “Take it, including the cost of your last shot. Are you short of money lately?”
Peter smiled embarrassedly: “Hehe. I liked a car, and I still have a little money.”
Buying a car can be said to be something he has long been thinking about. When he is reading the newspaper, he always looks at the prices of second-hand cars; in his spare time, he often goes to the second-hand car market for a stroll. He has even selected a few models and waits for the money to arrive. .
Thinking of driving a car, driving on the picturesque Route 73, the girl beside her with red hair fluttering in the wind…
“Oh, Mary Jane…” He couldn’t help but pronounce the girl’s name.
“Huh? What?”
Someone asked strangely beside him.
After seeing the person coming, Little Spider’s face gradually turned red, and his words became incoherent.
“Oh, uh, it’s all right. Mary, why are you here?”
Mary Jane raised the document in her hand: “What do you think? I’m here to confirm the affairs with the respected BOSS.”
She opened the folder and began to check with Nolan one by one:
“The 150,000 copies of the newspapers printed today have all been sold out. The editor-in-chief Tom asked you whether it should be printed tomorrow and how much?”
……
Hell’s Kitchen, street corners, coffee shops.
A strange combination of a fat man and a blind man sits opposite each other by the window.
“Wow wow wow, Daredevil has made a big noise again.”
A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of the blind man’s mouth.
“The casino owner the day before yesterday? Or the drug dealer last night?” Matt Murdoch recalled secretly:
“It can’t be the one who lends money, right? I just taught him a lesson and didn’t leave a mark on Daredevil?”
Fatty knew that his good friend could not see, and read the news aloud: “…Spider-Man said that without the help of his good friend Daredevil, it would be difficult for him to sweep away the evil lair by himself. …hey man, this guy’s quite modest.”
After a while, he fell into doubt again: “When did these vigilantes start to join forces? Do they want to form an alliance in the future?”
Opposite him, Matt Murdoch has fallen into a mess.
When is this news? Why was it reported on me and I didn’t know it? When have I been on a ship? I am afraid of water!
What kind of newspaper is The Watcher? Never heard of it!
Who is ‘Spider-Man’?
He asked the last two questions directly.
“Oh, the Watchmen is a new paper that just came out today, its first issue; their slogan seems to be ‘Recording the most under-the-radar corners of New York, and the Watchmen who stick to the bottom line’. It’s really fascinating to write. “
While flipping through the newspaper, the fat man explained to him:
“‘Spider-Man’ is a very popular character recently, a vigilante like Daredevil. It’s just that his activity area is not only Hell’s Kitchen, but the whole of New York. It is said that he is in the high-rise buildings of New York every night. Swing around with spider silk, looking for crimes to fight.”
“Speaking of which, Daredevil seems to be focusing on dealing with the villains in Hell’s Kitchen. Is he living here? I don’t know if we can meet. I must ask him to sign me.”
Matt Murdoch silently took the bill and signed his name: “Here, the signature you want!”
Fatty took it and looked at it: “Don’t talk about it, I really feel that way. By the way, the court will start at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. How are you preparing for that case?”
“Trust me, when did I let you down?”
“You’ve never disappointed me in being late. I have to go first, and you must be there on time, otherwise the judge won’t give me another chance to plead.”
Matt Murdoch made a ‘V’ gesture.
After drinking the coffee in his hand, he picked up the blind stick next to him and walked out of the coffee shop~www.mtlnovel.com~ It was only three or four miles from here to the court in the block; but as he walked, he felt something was wrong.
As a blind man, his hearing is unusually sharp.
Therefore, he judged that a person was following him unhurriedly, and he always kept a fixed distance on purpose.
He suddenly changed direction and turned at the intersection, but the people behind also changed their route; when he entered a small shop pretending to buy something, the stalker waited outside.
“Obviously, he’s coming for me!” Matt’s heart was as sharp as a mirror.
“It’s just which faction is he from? Is it a drug dealer, a gambler, or a moneylender?”
One of the disadvantages of being keen to punish sin is that there are too many enemies. So that whenever someone seeks revenge, they can’t judge the other party’s origin at the first time.
“Hmph, it’s a pity that this is Hell’s Kitchen, my home ground!”
Matt suddenly quickened his pace, took three steps and two steps to a corner, and then turned into an alley in a flash.
The stalker panicked, quickly followed and accelerated his pace, rushing into the alley.
To his surprise, there was no one in the alley.
The strange situation made him want to quit, but the pressure from the top forced him to move forward and try to figure out the situation.
He cautiously moved forward step by step, trying to observe the surroundings, trying to find a place where he could hide.
Trash cans, cardboard boxes, discarded bed boards, he carefully checked every one of them; even every closed door had to be pushed to check if it could be opened.
Above him, on the fire stairs in mid-air, a man in a red demon boxing suit was tapping the iron handrail lightly with a blind stick, looking at him coldly.