A confessional room in a church.

"It's been too long since I came to repent."

Matt took off his sunglasses and began to talk to himself.

"When I was little, my dad would bring me to this church."

He slowly began to recall the past.

"He was a traditional boxer with more defeats than wins, with a 24-31 record."

Speaking of which, he blurted out a little excitedly:

"But he is very resistant. God, he's really resisting.

"Watch the wording!"

The priest on the side reminded loudly.

"Sorry, Father."

Matt eased his mood and continued:

"His former opponents said that hitting him was like hitting an oak tree."

He described his father sentence by word, as if the strong and tall man had reappeared in front of him.

"When he was defeated, my dad's strategy was to hit any opponent until they broke it."

Matt paused, a heartfelt smile on his face.

"He never got knocked unconscious, my dad."

He continued.

"Of course he was knocked down, but he always got up again."

"When he loses, he always stands firm."

"But sometimes... Sometimes, he gets beaten for a while..."

Matt's voice was low.

"And then it exploded."

Then he changed the subject.

"My grandmother, she's a devout Catholic and in awe of God, and you'll love her."

"She said 'Beware of the Murdoch men, they have demons.'

"Sometimes, you can see it."

Matt's eyes became cold little by little.

"Right in the boxing ring, his eyes suddenly turned cold."

"I started to walk forward slowly, with my hands on my sides, as if I wasn't afraid of anything. His opponents saw his expression and wanted to run away from him.

"My dad would grab the opponent, trap him in a corner, and unleash his inner demons."

I don't know when, Matt's tears dripped silently.

"I didn't understand it at the time, I didn't understand what he felt deep down, at least not at the time."

Matt finished speaking and fell silent.

"So do you understand now?"

The priest answered.

"If you tell me what you did, maybe it would be easier."

Matt put on sunglasses.

"I'm not trying to repent of my sins, Father, but I want your forgiveness..."

His face returned to expressionless.

"What I'm going to do."

......

In a small alley.

Brown wore a mask and hat and looked around a little sneakily.

He was waiting for someone.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a well-behaved face and a frivolous posture walked in.

"Brown?"

He looked at Brown and said, "What about things?"

Brown observed the visitor cautiously and shook his head.

"What about the money?"

He spoke hoarsely.

"Here!"

The middle-aged man showed a mocking smile.

"Aren't you quite capable of carrying it? I heard that you are the only hard bone in this piece? How did you learn to behave today?

He taunted smugly, throwing a plastic bag to Brown.

"What about the stuff?"

Brown ignored the man's taunts, took the bag, tore it open and took a look.

After confirming that the money was okay, he took out a file bag from his arms and handed it over.

"Why do you want to kill this woman?"

While the man was checking the documents, he couldn't help but speak.

The man frowned and spoke indifferently: "This is not something you should manage."

"I'm a cop!"

Brown replied low and serious.

Hearing this, the man laughed happily as if he had heard a big joke.

"Yes, you are a policeman!"

He clapped his hands, pointed at Brown and said mockingly: "A good cop who colludes with gangsters and sells other people's information!"

Brown's face turned blue, and he suppressed his urge to pull out his gun and said hatefully:

"Just this once! You give me a little more care in the future! "

Once?"

The middle-aged man sneered.

"Once will be followed by a second, a third ... You know that, right? Brown, something is only zero and countless times!

He continued with disdain

: "Or do you think that if you take the money, you can still be your good policeman?"

He laughed arrogantly.

"Remember that your handle has fallen into our hands! See me in the future to hide away from me! "

Fark Squid!"

Brown angrily took out his saber directly, pointed at the man and said angrily:

"You give me a little respect!" You shit guy. "

Huh."

The man was undaunted, but raised his head.

"Do you have the ability to shoot?" See what happens?

Brown's hands trembled with his face, but he still didn't fire the shot.

He no longer has the courage to shoot.

The years eroded his fighting spirit and ideals, and he was no longer the enthusiastic and indomitable youth.

Life crushed his spine, and in old age, he had decided to put aside his persistence and give his wife a dull and happy old age.

The man sneered, turned his head and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed.

The man let out a muffled snort and fell to the ground.

"Who are you?"

Brown pointed the gun at the man in black in front of him, and a panic could not help but rise in his heart.

"I am belated justice."

The man in black spoke.

Sure enough, it's him!

That devil in Hell's Kitchen, the devil who punishes all evil!

Brown, who had been in Hell's Kitchen for many years, certainly knew that rumor was true.

He even used to admire this guy's behavior.

Although it is a shame to have a favorable impression of a vigilante as a police officer, it means that someone is doing what they are supposed to do.

But this is Hell's Kitchen, and police justice cannot unfold in this land of sin.

Only demons can punish sin.

But now, Brown only felt a chill all over his body.

Because he has abandoned the justice he has adhered to for most of his life and has gone to the darkness from which he cannot turn back.

"Bang bang!"

Brown shot, he had to take out this guy.

He can't fall here, his wife is still waiting for him at home.

But Daredevil reacted quickly, and a few dodges came close to Brown's body.

With a "bang", the body was not as good as that Brown was knocked down by Daredevil.

"What are you going to do?"

Brown gasped and asked.

Daredevil lowered his body and his voice was low.

"Tell me, who are you working for?"

"I work for money!"

"Who!"

Daredevil punched Brown hard.

Brown screamed, his expression complicated.

"I can't say, you know, this place is full of his people."

Brown finally spoke slowly.

"King of Hell's Kitchen? Kim and?

Daredevil said directly

, "Yes."

Daredevil slammed his palm on Old Brown's neck, only to hear a muffled snort, and Brown fainted.

"Kim and..."

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