The Witrum of the Marvel Universe

Therefore, we often see American citizens crying uncontrollably after the death of a pet, as if a family member had died.

There are countless cases of people wiping out an entire family for the sake of a dog.

This is Bruce's status in America!

"It's okay, I've accepted this reality."

"Let's go have afternoon tea together."

The blind spot, in turn, comforted the little spider.

The basement of the Osborne Group.

Harry the Green Goblin is building a new type of bomb.

Harry didn't know why, but these days his mind kept getting new memories.

Such as cloning technology, bomb technology, etc.

He considered these gifts only as a gift from his deceased father in heaven.

He gritted his teeth, the image of his father's death flashing through his mind, and whispered, "Father, I will avenge you!"

Spider-Man, Invincible Young Hero—these are all his father's killers!

But for some reason, he always seemed more inclined to seek revenge against Spider-Man.

Behind him, in a petri dish filled with green liquid, two human figures were quietly suspended.

……

Kingpin walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the New York night view, paused on the golden eagle scepter in his hand, and suddenly said, "Since our little friend is unwilling to cooperate obediently, then let's teach him a lesson."

"Scorpion, Sandman, you two take my orders and go out for a walk."

"Spot, you stay here and use your abilities to create more super-powered henchmen for me."

Kingpin addressed the scorpion, the sandman, and a pale-skinned man covered in black spots behind him.

“We’re just delivering a message, right?” the Sandman asked worriedly.

Scorpion: "You know, we don't want to fight that monster anymore."

Kingpin turned around coldly and looked at them. The two men immediately shrank back and went to do their work.

These two men did everything for Kingpin for money.

The sandman needed a lot of money to save his terminally ill daughter, so he was willing to break some laws, but he still had a conscience.

The scorpion, on the other hand, is simply violent and ferocious. He needs a lot of money to find scientists to cure him and restore his scorpion-like appearance to a normal human form.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!"

In an apartment in Hell's Kitchen.

Matthew Murdoch, Michael Murdoch, suddenly sat up in bed, his forehead drenched in sweat, his mind filled with the images from his dream.

In his dream, Bullseye repeatedly kills the woman he loves most—Erica.

He wiped away the tears he had shed in his dream, and suddenly remembered that Bullseye had been killed by the Invincible Young Hero, but Erica would never come back.

He stood forlornly by the window, watching the thugs making a ruckus on the street below, unable to fall asleep any longer.

He opened a wardrobe, inside which were displayed red battle suits.

He donned his battle suit, transformed into Daredevil, and leaped from the balcony to begin his day's fight against crime.

Perhaps only by being busy with the law and punishing criminals can he stop missing Erica so much.

"Daredevil."

The moment Daredevil landed, a sound rang out in the dimly lit alley. Daredevil was startled and turned around sharply.

She was a Chinese woman with an aged face and a full head of black hair, yet her tone was steady.

Daredevil's nose twitched; he caught the scent of some kind of special potion from a certain faction. "This smell... you're from the Hand!"

He drew his staff and sword, remaining vigilant.

The Hand are people who won't act without a reason. Ever since Invincible killed one of their five leaders and took Dragonbone, they haven't shown their faces for a long time. It's unclear whether it's because they're afraid of Iron Fist's ability to completely annihilate them, or because Dragonbone is no longer there and there's no need to take action.

It's been a long time since he's appeared in front of Daredevil.

But as his master's mortal enemy, the Illuminati, he naturally wouldn't let his guard down.

"Daredevil, confused young man, put away your hostility. If I wanted to attack you, I wouldn't have come here in person."

"I don't need to get involved in dealing with someone as insignificant as you."

Mrs. Gao wiped her handkerchief and suddenly flung a cassette tape out from under her sleeve.

"Listen to this; there's something in it that might interest you."

Daredevil cautiously picked up the cassette tape, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the button.

Suddenly, a voice he knew all too well, a voice that haunted his dreams, rang out, "Matthew, are you alright? I miss you."

Daredevil's body trembled slightly, his completely blind pupils widened, and his fingers quivered as he said, "It's Erica! What have you done to her!"

"He didn't die; rather, we resurrected her."

"If you want to see her, then come to the Japanese headquarters."

"Wait! Explain yourself!"

Daredevil wanted to grab Madam Gao and force her to explain, but a cloud of gas was already quietly rising from beneath her.

The smell of poison was so pungent to Daredevil's superhuman sense of smell that he quickly retreated to avoid the deadly poison.

In that brief moment, Madam Gao had already disappeared.

Daredevil stared at the cassette tape in his hand for a long, long time before finally slamming his fist against the wall and muttering, "Erica..."

I've already lost you once, and I absolutely cannot lose you again this time!

Daredevil became determined. Regardless of whether the tape was real or fake, even if there was only a sliver of hope, he was determined to go to Japan and see the outcome for himself.

Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead.

For some reason, Leon suddenly remembered what he had talked about Harry during the day.

Could it be that the other party has really turned into a little green goblin?

Although he didn't care about the matter, the Osborne Group was very close to him, only a few minutes away, so he might as well take a look. It would be better to discover even the smallest trouble in advance.

After all, the trouble with the Green Goblin was a minor matter for him, but a catastrophic disaster for everyone else in the company.

Just as Leon was about to leave, there was a knock on the door.

Walking in was Mephisto, tall and long-legged with red hair.

"Boss, coffee."

Mephista placed a cup of sweetened coffee on the table.

How many spoonfuls of sugar were added?

"Add three spoonfuls of sugar."

Leon picked up his coffee and took a sip. After spending a few days with her, he was quite satisfied with the new secretary Katie had recruited.

As the saying goes, when there's work to be done, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do, cough cough...

Take a break when you have nothing to do.

She tucked her fiery red hair behind her ear, moved closer to Leon, and intentionally or unintentionally brushed one of her pert buttocks against his arm, bringing with it a fragrant scent.

The enticing aroma kept wafting into Leon's nostrils.

Leon, who was drinking coffee, seemed completely unaware that something was wrong.

Chapter 105 The Devil's Gratitude

Mephista was satisfied to see Leon finish his spiked coffee bit by bit.

Even if he has the constitution of a Vitrumian, after drinking her secret medicine for many days, coupled with her charm magic all day long, he should be able to completely control the other party.

There was no way around it; she was different from her aloof father, Mephisto, and her ambitious brother, Blackheart.

Although Mephisto is also his daughter and Blackheart's sister, her strength is worlds apart from the other two.

Even if this is still Earth, her strength is even greater in another dimension than it was weakened.

Unlike his father and brother, Mephista dared not disobey their orders, nor did he dare to rebel against their ambitions.

This is the only way to complete the task my brother has given me.

Thinking of this, Mephisto felt a surge of anger. 'She, the daughter of Mephisto, had been a secretary to a lowly human for so many days!'

She was a little angry, but then she laughed and gently hooked Leon's chin with her slender white fingers, sitting on his lap. "Heh~ men, they've all fallen into my hands."

No matter how valiant a man may be on the battlefield, he will eventually fall victim to a woman as gentle as water.

At this moment, Leon's eyes were vacant as he stared blankly ahead, letting Mephisto straddle his lap as if he were under magical control.

"Man~ now give me the ancient demon sword you snatched from my brother." Mephisto gently stroked Leon's cheek, whispered seductively in his ear.