Dark Savages Come To the United States

Lawyer Matthew Murdoch had just changed his clothes, with a handle ax and a mace pinned to his waist, and was about to go out to clean up the crimes around him.

When he came back, all the people along the way were dealt with by S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel, so he didn't cause any riots because he was covered in blood.

He fought shirtless in the previous battle, but now he is not used to the sense of restraint when he puts on the combat uniform.

After all, the feeling of unrestrained and hearty fighting is completely different from the feeling of fighting in combat uniforms.

The feeling of blood and flesh being sprinkled on his body is enough to make him happy.

Among other things, those ninjas of the Hand must not know his true face.

The ninjas of the Hand were nothing in the eyes of Matthew at this time. Since gaining the power to injure the soul, those ninjas of the Hand who were scattered had no chance of resurrection.

And the enemies who appeared beside him didn't even have a chance to escape, and those who chose to hide were caught by him and cleaned up.

As long as it is still within the scope of human beings, it is impossible for there to be a guy who can hide from Matthew's ears.

Because the ninjas who died in battle will not be resurrected, the frequency of sending people from the Hand is getting lower and lower.

Matthew, who has gradually found the feeling of fighting, is confident that the next time they meet, he will directly send the bastards of the guild to annihilate completely.

Matthew took out a windbreaker from the closet that was big enough to cover his muscular figure and the two weapons hanging around his waist.

This windbreaker was quite old, and its size was just enough to seal his figure, and he couldn't see his robustness at all from the outside.

There was still some time before the sky completely darkened, and he could still have dinner.

The punks he fixed before only knew they were hit by Daredevil.

Given the chance, those guys would continue to commit crimes, and that always bothered Matthew a little.

However, a justice envoy who can kill may be able to pose a greater threat to crime than a vigilante who does not kill.

So Matthew plans to officially debut as a vigilante in his own capacity.

After all, his identity must have been placed on the desk of S.H.I.E.L.D. after the previous fight, maybe he had been there when he was Daredevil.

Matthew pulled his quick dinner out of the microwave, only to be interrupted just as he was about to unwrap it to eat.

When a fast-moving RV drove past his house, Matthew felt a demonic aura.

He couldn't see that the appearance of the RV was no different from that of a garbage truck, but he could clearly perceive the unusual movement and smell inside.

Although the breath had a strong sulfur flavor, it didn't have much sinful stench.

Faintly, Matthew also felt a human aura attached to the devil's aura, which made him a little concerned.

Matthew put down the dinner in his hand, and hurriedly chased after him.

Something like a demon cannot be left alone at any time.

The presence in that car exuding a demonic aura is Hellboy.

Hellboy's fighting method is simply too crude, but it is actually very useful. His strong physical fitness makes him behave like a god of war in the battle with monsters.

It's not that he doesn't want to learn martial arts, but that the martial arts handed down by humans is after all a technology created to fight humans themselves.

Apart from the simple strike technique, other tricks are not very useful when facing those monsters.

No one would choose to use Jiu-Jitsu to fix the joints of an Octopus.

When facing all kinds of monsters, even a sliding shovel is better than unsuitable fighting skills.

In his previous combat career, he hadn't encountered anything he couldn't handle, so he didn't have any pursuit of combat technology.

It may be a good choice for Hellboy to perform miracles vigorously.

Hellboy, with a cigar in his hand, puts a chocolate bar in his pocket. Sweets always bring him a sense of happiness.

Especially after he's been doused in demon blood, sweets can brighten his mood.

Hellboy is not a pure devil, but a descendant of King Arthur and a child of the devil.

Hellboy, who is half human and half demon, is not permanently shrouded in negative emotions like pure devil offal.

He has the right to choose.

He who was awarded the honorary title of human chose to stand on the side of mankind.

"Dude, can you go faster? I feel like that guy is moving a lot faster than your car."

Hellboy said to the driver, still keeping chocolate bars in his pocket.

Maybe letting him jump directly on the ground can be much faster than taking a car, but there are still pedestrians on the street, and he can't actively expose himself to human sight according to the agreement.

"You know, I can't drive a garbage truck-shaped RV at 300 speeds. That may be more shocking than you jumping over it."

The driver complained casually, but stepped on the accelerator heavily.

His finger was also on the red button on top of the gear lever.

"Stop talking, press it quickly! Isn't it just speeding? Are you afraid of being ticketed at this time?"

Hellboy walked to the back of the cab, stretched out his big hand and pressed the button, and then the car accelerated suddenly and knocked him to the ground.

"I can press it myself, why don't you sit in the back and fasten your seat belt?"

In the speeding vehicle, Hellboy kept rolling around on the floor.

Every time the two severed horns on his forehead hit the metal cabin, sparks could be seen.

"Next time I..."

"Bang!"

"...will remember!"

"Bang!"

Several dents appeared in the floor of the cabin.

Lawyer Matthew Murdoch, who was chasing after them, looked weak at the sudden acceleration of the vehicle.

Although the speed at which he erupted would not be much slower than this, there was no way for him to do so.

It required too much physical strength, and Matthew, who hadn't been able to make a full charge, could only watch the car drift away.

Running at full speed is not a smart thing to do.

"I'm definitely going to ask Bulkelso to build me a bike next time!"

Matthew ran up cursing.

Perhaps the bicycle, a completely environmentally friendly and zero-emission form of transportation, is the kind most suitable for savages.

As long as it is strong enough not to be trampled by the strength of savages, and the user can have a strong enough body, the bicycle can explode at an amazing speed.

It's just that the feeling of Matthew chasing behind is very bad now.

Hellboy can't jump directly from the ground to catch up because he is afraid of exposing his existence and causing panic. Then can he, Matthew Murdoch, run a legend of more than 80 meters per second with his feet in front of a group of people?