Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 188: Casillas!

Matt Murdoch looked at the Hooded Man, and asked in a cold voice: "Which organization are you? How many children are kidnapped? Where are you going to send it?"

"Hehehe..."

The man with the hood nailed to the wall by the sacred arrow, after hearing Matt’s threat, instead of showing fear, he let out an evil grinning laugh, and his eyes revealed a chilling enthusiasm. .

Matt Murdoch sneered, then punched the man in the hood.

Boom!

The huge force hit the abdomen, and the convulsive pain that accompanied him stopped the laughter of the hooded man abruptly.

Matt Murdoch shook his hand and said coldly: "Now, can you answer my question?"

"You son of a bitch..."

The hooded man's eyes flashed fiercely, and his mouth spewed unbearable swear words.

But before he could finish speaking, Matt was violently beaten.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Matt was expressionless, his fists smashed at the man in the hood like raindrops, and he targeted the pain points all over his body to hit.

Matt, who has studied martial arts with the old man, is quite proficient in the weaknesses of the human body and grasps the strength very well. Each punch can ensure that the hooded man will die in pain and not let him coma. The strength of the past.

With more than a dozen punches, the man in the hood convulsed in pain, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

"Are you comfortable?"

Matt did not know where to take out a tissue, wiped his blood-stained fists, and then said faintly: "Now, you can answer my question."

To deal with this kind of child-trafficking scum, he won't have the idea of ​​mercy!

If you change to the old him, you may also consider whether you will kill people, but after joining the invisible empire, this concept has been completely eliminated from his mind!

"That's right..."

Matt said coldly as he wiped his hands, "Don't think that you will be free when you die. I can still beat your soul. If you don't believe it, you can experience it yourself later."

As a Quincy, Matt can wait for the Hooded Man to die before torturing his soul again!

The hooded man seemed to be frightened by this sentence. Seeing that Matt didn't seem to be joking, after thinking about it for a moment, he hesitated: "We are... fanatics!"

"A fanatic?"

Matt frowned, searched carefully in his mind, and found that he had never heard of this organization, and then asked: "You mentioned the sacrifice just now. Tell me what does it mean?"

"It means literally..."

The hooded man took the opportunity to take a few breaths, and then endured the pain and said: "This child is our sacrifice to the great Dark Lord!"

"Darkness Dominates?"

Matt's brow furrowed deeper, and it was another unfamiliar term.

"Yes, it is the great master of darkness!"

The hooded man shouted fanatically: "He is the lord of darkness, the end of infinite time, and the only true **** in the world!"

"Hey...I'm another lunatic."

A trace of disgust rose between Matt Murdoch's eyebrows, and the hooded man in front of him was judged to be a member of a cult.

As a lawyer, he has read many cases. Among them, in the name of a certain evil **** in the name of faith, people who commit crimes everywhere are actually everywhere in the United States, and there are even many of them. After a person is brainwashed, he acts on his relatives.

"Hehehe..."

The hooded man smiled coldly: "It seems that you don't believe in the rule of darkness."

Matt sneered: "I only believe in the law."

The hooded man licked his lips and said seductively: "If you are willing to join us, you can get eternal life!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Matt shook his head and said lightly: "Tell me where the base of your organization is, I can make your death easier."

"No more."

The hooded man suddenly raised his head, revealing the dark black cracked eye sockets hidden under the hood, and grinned: "You can see it soon, the leader of our organization!"

"Huh? Not good!"

Matt Murdoch's heart throbbed, his pupils shrank slightly, and the cold hairs on his back slammed up.

Huh!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from behind, mixed with a strong killing intent!

Matt reacted very swiftly, lowered his body and rolled forward, avoiding the sneak attack from the rear dangerously and dangerously.

Not waiting for Matt to get up from the ground, he caught a glimpse of an orange whip from the corner of his eye!

Crack!

There was no time to escape, Matt was struck in the chest with an orange whip, and his skin spattered immediately.

"Ah--"

Matt couldn't help but screamed, resisting the severe pain and unloading the long stick, turning it into a two-section short stick in his hand.

In such narrow lanes, the long stick cannot be used at all. It is not as suitable as the short stick to face this kind of battle.

Crack! Crackling!

The sound of two orange-yellow whips mingled with the popping sound, which made the air crackle like firecrackers.

Matt leaped back, avoiding these two whips, and his eyes fell on the attacker.

I saw the man wearing the same yellow costume as the hooded man, his dark black eye sockets were covered with cracked lines, and his eyes were mixed with a disturbing cold.

"Who are you?"

Matt took a few breaths, and asked Lingzi to recover from the injury on his chest.

The man sneered: "Casillas, the leader of the fanatics."

......

Jingling Pavilion.

Lord stared at the big bald man in front of him, and asked: "The Supreme Mage suddenly came to visit, what's the matter?"

The Supreme Mage smiled slightly and said: "I came to you to do me a favor."

Help?

When Lord heard this, his brows frowned unconsciously: "With your method, do you need my help?"

The implication of this sentence is that even you can’t solve things, and I’m even less likely to solve them.

The Supreme Master smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, and it has something to do with you."

"Oh?"

Lord raised his brows, and he became a little interested: "Is it related to me?"

"Not bad."

The Supreme Mage chuckled: "Do you remember Sithorn?"

"Of course I remember." Lord's mouth twitched.

"That's good."

The Supreme Mage nodded slightly and continued: "Remember to summon Sithorn's props~IndoMTL.com~It's the dark book."

"Remember..." Lord looked at the Supreme Mage and asked in confusion: "Didn't you take that book away?"

"Not at all."

The Supreme Mage shook his head and said, "When Sithorn left the earth, he used the last bit of power to tear the book of darkness into pieces and scattered them all over the world, so I hope you can collect these scattered pages for me. ."

"Uh..."

Lord hesitated for a moment: "Then why don't you collect it yourself? It shouldn't be difficult for you."

"No way."

The Supreme Mage sighed: "Sithorn shielded me with black magic, so it is impossible for me to find the Dark God Book."

"Then why are you looking for me?" Lord asked puzzledly.

The Supreme Mage took a deep look at him and said: "Because you have Sithorn's power and will attract the Dark Book of Gods in the dark, so I can only ask you for help."