He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

Chapter 305 Superman Kills Daredevil

Relief Foundation.

Matt was currently processing forms he had collected from disaster-stricken and impoverished areas, preparing to conduct on-site inspections and distribute relief funds based on the situation.

We must not let Superman's money be embezzled by those guys whose conscience has been eaten by dogs.

At that moment, the office door opened.

Superman slowly walked in.

He looked at Matt, who was busy at work, and smiled. "Still working so late?"

"The sooner I get everything ready, the sooner I can launch a rescue operation..."

Matt smiled, full of anticipation for the future. "Although this may be just wishful thinking, if, just if my actions can save a life by providing the relief funds in advance, then it doesn't matter how tired I am."

"I understand."

Superman gave a knowing smile.

He approached Matt and handed him a note. "Transfer one hundred million dollars to each of these two accounts. I need it."

"What are these two accounts?"

Matt took the note with a puzzled look, running his fingers over the dried ink, trying to sense the information on it.

"Two charitable foundations came to us seeking cooperation."

Matt's expression changed slightly, and he stopped stroking the note, but he immediately regained his composure and became calm again. "If it's a foundation seeking cooperation, why didn't they come to me through the proper channels?"

"Maybe they think I'm more representative!"

Upon hearing the answer, Matt fell silent.

Superman remained silent, waiting for an answer. The air grew thicker and heavier.

"why?"

After a while, Matt suddenly spoke up.

Superman looked confused. "What?"

Stop pretending!

Matt stood up angrily and glared at Superman.

Although he couldn't see, Superman could feel the rage in the other's blind eyes.

"This is not a foundation seeking cooperation at all!"

Matt's chest heaved violently. "I may not be able to see, but my hearing is excellent. I can tell if someone is lying from their heartbeat. Not a single word you just said is true. What are you thinking?"

Upon hearing this, Superman's face darkened.

"I originally wanted to tell you the truth later, but since you've already discovered the trick, I'll tell you in advance!"

Matt paused for a moment upon hearing this, then suppressed his anger and waited patiently for Superman's explanation.

"One of those accounts is mine, and the other is yours."

Upon hearing this, Matt was stunned once again.

He stared at Superman with his mouth agape, unable to believe his eyes.

Superman sneered, "This is my money, and I naturally have the right to use it. You helped me get this money back, so you should rightfully have a share."

"Weren't you thinking about providing relief to disaster areas and impoverished regions?"

Matt stared at Superman, shaking his head in disbelief, his legs involuntarily taking a step back.

As a lawyer, he experienced deceit and treachery.

As a superhero, he also experienced conspiracies and traps.

He's not a novice; he won't believe everything others say.

But he can tell whether the other person is lying.

When Superman said he would use the money to help disaster areas and impoverished people, it was absolutely from the bottom of his heart, without the slightest bit of falsehood.

That's why he helped Superman with the lawsuit and helped him recover that huge sum of money.

But now, Superman wants to misappropriate this money.

“It’s only one hundred million dollars. The rest will still be used for charity.” Superman said, then sneered. “It’s my money, and I can use it however I want. They should be grateful if I’m willing to donate 999% of it to charity.”

Superman's voice was so decisive, and his heartbeat was perfectly steady; he was not lying.

That's why Matt found it absurd.

"Even someone like you can't resist the temptation of money?"

When he said he wanted to do charity work, he wasn't lying.

When they said to use it however they wanted, they didn't say anything.

There's only one truth left.

Superman fell into depravity after acquiring a large sum of money.

Indeed, individuals can use their assets however they want, and no one can force them to donate all their assets to charity.

This is moral blackmail.

But ultimately, whether Superman is truly Superman and whether he is entitled to this compensation remains a question.

This money doesn't really belong to Superman.

Rather, it was the wealth that Matt Damon and Superman robbed of the rich to help the poor.

Matt decided to help because it was pre-arranged that the money would be used for charity.

"Matt, you're so old-fashioned!"

Faced with Matt's questioning, Superman sneered, "You and your friends helped the poor with their cases, pushing your firm to the brink of bankruptcy. At night, you transformed into Daredevil to fight crime, only to be mistaken by the police as a criminal gang involved in internal strife..."

I'm not saying we should use our abilities to do evil or make illegal profits, but we can improve our living conditions.

Just like Iron Man.

"Iron Man's money was earned legally by himself."

"My money too!"

Superman seemed angry too, pounding his chest and roaring, "My money is compensation I demanded from DC Comics in court in front of people all over the world, more legitimate than any other money! I only want a small portion of it, and the rest will still be used for charity, so what's wrong with that?"

"Soliciting nonsense!"

Matt tore up the note, walked past Superman, and headed outside. "You know perfectly well where your money came from. I will never let you misappropriate this money!"

"puff!"

The sound of flesh breaking rang out.

Matt looked down at the fist protruding from his chest, his eyes wide, "...You...are not...Super...Man!"

"It's all your fault for being so ungrateful! I clearly prepared a copy for you too, but you insisted on doing things your own way!" Superman said, pulling out his blood-stained fist, and his body turned into a phantom and disappeared from the spot.

boom!

Matt collapsed onto the cold floor.

His body grew colder and colder, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Perhaps realizing that death was inevitable, Matt stopped struggling, his mind went blank, and he became more alert.

Then, he realized something was amiss.

It's rough, so rough.

During his time with Superman, Matt also learned about him.

Although she is simple and kind, she is not stupid.

His brainpower is almost comparable to a computer's, capable of solving hundreds of advanced math problems in an instant. Even if such a superhuman wanted to bribe me to embezzle public funds, he wouldn't be so blatant.

Instead, one should first understand one's own character before considering whether to bribe or replace the foundation with someone who can accept bribes.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of light out of the corner of my eye.

That's a reflection from the camera lens.

Suddenly, it was like a thunderclap.

Matt instantly understood.

Although he hadn't quite figured out what was going on, he already realized the mastermind's purpose and shouted with all his might, "Superman, please don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Superman's blood-stained figure appeared in the house.

Finished!

Matt was utterly despondent.

He couldn't hold on to his last breath and died completely.

Chapter 306 Superman's Departure

"Superman, don't make any rash moves. I can't guarantee that this AK47 won't accidentally go off!"

A small country in the Middle East.

A terrorist leader looked at the man standing five meters away, his expression revealing his nervousness.

Behind him, a group of people pointed guns at several elderly, weak, women and children who were squatting on the ground.

"Believe me, bullets can't outrun me."

Superman earnestly advised, "Give up the resistance. I've been through countless situations like this, and nothing has ever gone wrong. Giving up the resistance sooner will save you from a lot of trouble."