Night in Hell's Kitchen.
John, walking through Hell's Kitchen, used his super hearing to search for certain overly enthusiastic citizens.
"Isn't Hell's Kitchen supposed to be chaotic? No one has tried to rob me after all this time." Just as John was thinking this, he heard the sound of gunshots from somewhere. John quickly activated his x-ray vision and saw a tight-suited freak in yellow sleeves and a red chest, wielding a Stick, dodging bullets and constantly approaching a gangster, with a woman who had just been robbed nearby.
"Is that Daredevil? But isn't Daredevil's suit red? Still, this yellow and red one is also blind. Forget it, I'd better stay away from these Super Heroes."
With that, he pulled a Captain America mask from his backpack and put it on, quickly leaving the area for the other side of Hell's Kitchen.
At this moment, Daredevil was continuously moving, occasionally using his Stick to block incoming bullets, rapidly closing in on the robber. He struck the robber's face with a Stick, and after ensuring the robber was unconscious, he returned the bag taken from the robber to the woman. After watching the woman leave, he punched the head of the criminal, who was just showing signs of waking up. Suddenly, a frown appeared under Daredevil's mask, and he quickly ran towards the place where a scream had just been heard.
At the same time...
"Since you rob others, you should be prepared to be robbed yourself." John said, grabbing the robber and lifting him up, taking several banknotes from his pocket.
Immediately, the gang member was thrown out by John, and only his screams could be heard as he flew through the air. "This is too little." John shook his head to himself, preparing to scout for his next target.
At this moment, the gang member stood up, spitting blood, and pulled out a pistol from his Arms, aiming it at John, shouting continuously: "Look here, freak, you freak, I'm going to kill you!"
"Freak?" John's eyes glowed with an eerie red light as he turned to the Black man and spoke.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The gang member quickly pulled the trigger, emptying his pistol's magazine at John, but then he froze as if stunned, standing foolishly in place.
John simply lifted the collar of his shirt with his hand, and the pistol's bullets clinked as they fell to the ground.
The robber looked at his pistol with disbelief. Suddenly, two lasers shot out, instantly severing the hand holding the pistol, causing him to let out a miserable wail of pain.
John, with red eyes, walked over. Regardless of how pitiful the robber's screams were, he lifted the robber with his hand, leaned his head close to the robber's ear, and coldly said to him: "What did you just call me? Dare to repeat it."
The robber seemed to know he wouldn't survive. He endured the pain of his severed arm and bravely said to John: "You are a freak. I'm from the Crips, and my boss will give me…" But before he could finish, he heard a "Stop!" followed by another scream, which then abruptly ceased.
"Stop! He doesn't deserve to die. The Police should judge his crimes." Daredevil shouted, striking John forcefully with his Stick.
With a tearing sound, the criminal was easily ripped apart by John like a piece of rag. At the same time, the Stick hit the back of John's head, bouncing off with a clang as if it had struck steel.
"Why are there useless blind men everywhere?" John, covered in blood, turned to Daredevil and said.
"Useless? Just you wait." With that, Daredevil charged forward, striking John with his spare iron Stick. The iron Stick hit John's head squarely, making a metallic sound. Suddenly, Daredevil's super senses warned him, and Daredevil quickly backflipped to dodge, seeing a laser beam shoot at his original spot.
"Is that suit made from your father's boxing uniform? You blind flea." John looked at Daredevil and said mockingly, his eyes slowly turning red. Feeling the rapidly rising temperature in John's eyes, Matt quickly dodged backward.
John, after charging up, fired his Cyclops, but because he wasn't very skilled at using it and his aiming wasn't precise, Matt managed to dodge it.
"Damn it, why am I so unskilled with my Cyclops? The charging time is too long." John quickly calculated in his mind.
"Maybe I should let him go this time. He still has a master who is the leader of the Chaste. If I kill Matt now, Stick will spread my identity to the entire World, which will directly disrupt my Super Hero plan." John thought briefly to himself.
"It seems I can't act so recklessly anymore. Although I can easily kill these people, the chain reactions I don't want to see. The Chaste are a bunch of rabble, but if they come looking for trouble, it's particularly disgusting." John gasped for breath, looking at Daredevil, then suddenly flew forward and punched Daredevil in the stomach.
Daredevil was directly knocked to his knees by the punch, blood constantly welling up in his mouth. John stepped on Daredevil's head, thinking: "I'll deal with him slowly after he finishes his storyline. I'll let him off for now."
John pressed Daredevil's head directly to the ground with his foot and said: "Matt, I don't want anyone to know what happened today. If anyone finds out, I'll wipe out your entire family, understood?" With that, he walked to the side.
With his arms crossed and his legs slightly pigeon-toed, John flew off with a bang, leaving only Daredevil coughing up blood on the ground.
After a long while, Daredevil coughed and stood up, leaning against the wall. "It seems this super-human also has some scruples, which is why he didn't kill me."
Matt secretly encouraged himself. After speaking, he touched his chest and felt the wetness on his hand, thinking: "Maybe I should get an all-red suit in the future, so people won't see the blood if I bleed." He then stumbled back to his law office.
Meanwhile, our John was at home cleaning the blood from his clothes and thinking about how to gain the World's approval. The thought of being surrounded by people made John excited, but then his expression turned grim again when he remembered letting Matt go.
"When I become a Super Hero, even if I kill people in front of them, those ignorant fools will only cheer and applaud me. Humans are just my toys. I'll do whatever the hell I want."
Above the sky, there was a figure. It was John, venting his frustration in the sky today.
"Damn it, hahahahahahahahaha!"
Accompanied by a burst of wild laughter, a soaring red laser beam shot out, directly piercing the sky.