Lawyer Matthew Murdoch had just changed his clothes, with an ax and a mace on his waist and planned to go out to clean up the evil around him.
When he came back, everyone along the way had been dealt with by SHIELD personnel, so he, covered in blood, did not cause any commotion.
In the previous battle, he had fought shirtless, but now that he was wearing combat uniform, he was not used to the feeling of restraint.
After all, the feeling of fighting without restraint and fighting in combat uniform are completely different.
The feeling of flesh and blood being spread all over your body is satisfying enough.
Apart from anything else, those Hand ninjas definitely don't know his true identity.
The Hand ninjas were nothing in Matthew's eyes at this time. Ever since they gained the power to hurt their souls, those disbanded Hand ninjas never had a chance to resurrect.
The enemies who appeared next to him didn't even have a chance to escape, and those who chose to hide were caught and dealt with by him.
As long as it is within the scope of human beings, there is no one who can hide it from Matthew's ears.
Because ninjas who died in battle would not be resurrected, the Hand would send people less and less frequently.
Matthew, who has gradually found the feeling of fighting, is confident that the next time they meet, the bastards in the Hand will be completely destroyed.
Matthew took out a windbreaker from the closet that was large enough to cover his strong figure and the two weapons hanging on his waist.
This windbreaker was a few years old, and it was just big enough to seal his figure. From the outside, he couldn't tell how strong he was.
There was still some time before the sky darkened completely, and he could still have dinner.
Those gangsters who were repaired by him before only knew that they were hit by Daredevil.
Those guys would continue to commit crimes if given the chance, which has always troubled Matthew.
However, a messenger of justice 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 right.
After all, his identity must have been on SHIELD's desk after the previous fight, maybe it was already there when he was Daredevil.
Matthew took out his instant dinner from the microwave, but was interrupted just as he was about to unpack it and start eating.
When a fast-moving RV passed by his house, Matthew felt a demonic aura.
He couldn't see that the exterior of the RV was no different from a garbage truck, but he could clearly sense that the movement and smell inside were unusual.
Although the breath had a strong flavor of sulfur, there was not much stench of sin lingering around it.
Matthew vaguely felt a human aura attached to the devil's aura, which made him a little concerned.
Matthew put down his dinner and hurriedly chased after him.
Things like demons cannot be left alone at any time.
The being in the 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 when fighting monsters.
It's not that he is unwilling to learn fighting skills, but that the fighting skills passed down by humans are ultimately techniques developed to fight humans themselves.
In addition to pure striking techniques, other tricks are not very useful when facing those monsters.
No one would choose to use jujitsu to fix the joints of an octopus monster.
When facing all kinds of monsters, even a sliding shovel is more effective than inapplicable fighting skills.
In his previous fighting career, he had never encountered anything he couldn't handle, so he had no pursuit of fighting skills.
For Hellboy, it may be a good choice to use force to create miracles.
Hellboy, holding a cigar in his hand, put a chocolate bar in his pocket. Sweets always bring him happiness.
Especially after he was sprinkled with demon blood, sweets could make him feel better.
Hellboy is not a pure demon, but a descendant of King Arthur and the child of the devil.
Hellboy, who is half human and half demon, is not like a pure demon bastard, permanently shrouded in negative emotions.
He has the right to choose.
Being awarded the title of Honorary Human, he chose to side with humanity.
"Man, can you drive a little faster? I feel like that guy is moving much faster than your car."
Hellboy said to the driver, still putting chocolate bars in his pockets.
Maybe letting him jump directly on the ground would be much faster than taking a car, but there are still pedestrians on the street, and according to the agreement, he cannot actively expose himself to human sight.
"You know, I can't drive a garbage truck-shaped RV at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour. That might be even more shocking than if you jumped over it."
The driver complained casually, but still stepped on the accelerator heavily.
His finger was also placed on the red button at the 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 horns sawed off on his forehead hit the metal cabin, bursts of sparks could be seen.
"Next time I..."
"Bang!"
"...I will remember it!"
"Bang!"
There were several dents in the cabin floor.
Lawyer Matthew Murdoch, who was chasing them, looked helplessly at the vehicle that suddenly accelerated.
Although his explosive speed wouldn't be much slower than this, he couldn't do it.
The physical strength required was too great, and Matthew, who was unable to use a full charge, could only watch the car go further and further away.
Running at full speed is not a smart move.
"I will definitely ask Burquesso to build me a bicycle next time!"
Matthew cursed and ran away.
Perhaps bicycles, a completely environmentally friendly and zero-emission means of transportation, are the most suitable for barbarians.
As long as it is strong enough not to be trampled by the force of barbarians, and the user has a strong enough body, the bicycle can explode at astonishing speeds.
It's just that Matthew now feels very bad chasing after him.
Hellboy can't just jump from the ground to catch up because he's afraid of exposing his existence and causing panic. Then can Matthew Murdoch run a legend of more than 80 meters per second with his feet in front of a bunch of people?