Black American Comics: Start with a Snap

Chapter 89 Threesome

A cold wind blew across the roof of the hospital. In the thick fog, the helicopter did not dare to approach the area. Only a headlight shone a beam of light in the fog, trying to determine the location of the two fighting people.

On the rooftop, the fight between the two Daredevil men had reached a fever pitch. The speed and strength of both sides were maintained at the same level, just like boxing with a shadow. For a moment, neither of them could do anything to the other.

But what could be vaguely recognized was that one of them was slowly falling into a disadvantage. Perhaps it was because he was injured or his physical strength had reached its limit, but that person's speed slowed down more and more, and he was even suppressed by the opponent at one point.

"Is that all?" He kicked the blood-covered Daredevil on the opposite side away. The other Daredevil standing in the same place did not chase him immediately, but sneered and mocked.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the knocked-down Daredevil struggled to get up. He did not speak in response, but raised the short stick in his hand again.

"You are stubborn." Daredevil on the other side shook his head slightly. "You should know that you are seeking death if you come out on your own initiative. To be honest, you are not even our target."

The police had set up a cordon below the hospital, and many patients had fled the hospital building under the arrangement of public officials. The previous attacks had already irritated their nerves, and no one knew whether these lunatics were carrying bombs.

Even now, most people don't know what happened. They just heard from others that the street heroes of Hell's Kitchen went crazy and attacked various public departments like assassins.

Just then, a woman gathered outside the cordon saw something, she rushed forward, pointed in the direction of the rooftop and shouted.

"Look!"

Hearing the woman's voice, the surrounding crowd suddenly caused a commotion. People raised their heads and looked into the distance. Under the cover of fog, they could barely see that at the edge of the roof, half of the body of a person was pressed outside.

The people present were already certain that the two people fighting on the rooftop were both masked men, but they were not sure which one was the real devil from Hell's Kitchen.

Looking at the figure with half of its body hanging in the air, many people subconsciously covered their mouths. They could not judge what had happened there, but this kind of battle that was obviously fatal still made these people unacceptable.

"Back off, everyone back off." A policeman who looked like a captain stopped the crowd trying to cross the cordon, and at the same time called on others to act quickly. "Commando, hurry to the rooftop, a serious murder is about to happen there!"

But the next moment, some noisy voice came from the communicator on his shoulder strap. "No, the stairs leading to the rooftop have collapsed. We can't get through at all."

"What did you say?!" The captain frowned suddenly.

Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by the exclamations of the people around him.

He turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction people were looking, only to see that the man whose half body was hanging in the air was thrown out, with only one hand tightly holding onto the edge of the roof.

On the rooftop, looking at Daredevil who had completely lost the ability to resist and was on the verge of death, the attacker revealed a hideous smile.

"Although I don't know how you escaped last time, it doesn't matter anymore. After today, there will be no more demons from Hell's Kitchen in this world."

With that, the man slowly walked towards Daredevil.

Looking at the fingers tightly gripping the edge of the roof, the man grinned grimly, raised the stick in his hand, and smashed it down without any hesitation.

At this critical moment, a sound of breaking air suddenly came from the side. The attacker only had time to turn sideways, and the next moment, a huge force came directly from his shoulder.

Without any warning, the attacker, who was wearing the same clothes as Daredevil, was knocked out by a punch. He hit the ground hard, leaving a gray mark.

The seriously injured Daredevil was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he felt someone grabbing his arm.

"Sorry Matt, we're late."

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and Daredevil breathed a sigh of relief. "I've heard your movements a long time ago. Do you have to be so slow?"

Jessica Jones rolled her eyes, exerted a little force, and pulled Daredevil up from the edge of the roof with one hand.

After standing firm, Daredevil covered his chest and coughed a few times. Then he faced the attacker, then turned to the other person and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"This is Kya Blake, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D." Jessica Jones took the initiative to introduce, then stood in front of the two men and faced the attacker who looked exactly like Daredevil.

The attacker who was knocked away slowly got up at this moment. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries, and even the punch did not hinder his movements.

“good good”

The attacker swayed his body and his voice sounded somewhat resentful.

"Jessica Jones and Agent Kaia, both showed up on their own initiative, which saved us the trouble of looking for you."

"Do you think you can leave here alive today?" Jessica Jones flexed her wrist and looked at the figure opposite her who looked exactly like Daredevil, with murderous intent in her eyes.

Unlike other street heroes, Jessica Jones has never had a principle of not killing. Although she is not as violent as the Punisher, she is also not as merciful as Daredevil and Spider-Man.

Jessica Jones might not be able to stop herself when facing some criminals, let alone these aliens who were ready to start a war. With her fists clenched tightly, Jessica Jones did not give the other party a chance to react, and swung her fist straight into the opposite side's face.

The enormous force even stirred up the airflow in the air. It might not be very obvious at ordinary times, but at this moment, under the flow of fog, one could clearly feel the oppressive force carried by the fist wind.

The attacker didn't dare to take the attack head-on, and chose to dodge without saying a word. At the same time, he used his excellent fighting skills to turn around and pull out a stick, hitting Jessica Jones on the back of the head.

Jessica Jones reacted quickly as well. She lowered her head to dodge the incoming stick and counterattacked with a sweeping kick, but the opponent dodged it easily.

In a flash, the two exchanged several moves, and although Jessica Jones's strength and stamina were beyond the reach of ordinary people, the disguised Daredevil was able to use his fighting skills to prevent her from exerting her full strength.

Perhaps this is the difference between a fighter and a person with super powers. An excellent fighter can even use his or her own skills to play to one's strengths and avoid one's weaknesses, greatly increasing his or her own combat effectiveness while preventing the opponent from exerting his or her strength.

People like Jessica Jones who acquired superpowers accidentally have never actively trained their fighting ability. They use their extraordinary strength in everything. This makes it difficult for them to quickly defeat such opponents.

If Jessica Jones had received professional training like Captain America, she might be able to develop her superpowers to the maximum, but now, Jessica Jones's combat effectiveness is about 50-50 with that of ordinary super soldiers.

"It's time to go Jessica. Don't linger on. Don't forget that our target is not this guy."

Kaia's voice came from behind, but Jessica Jones was obviously entangled at this time. This flexible guy not only made every punch of hers seem to hit cotton, but even reversed the situation and had the upper hand.

“Give me a minute!”

Jessica Jones gritted her teeth, dodged the attacker's short stick dangerously, and then punched down fiercely, directly shattering the rock on the rooftop and leaving a clear fist mark.

"Oops, the cat is angry." The attacker licked his lips.

"you wanna die!"

Jessica Jones no longer had any intention of hiding anything at this moment. She burst out with all her strength and pounced on him like a wild beast.

The enormous force gave the furious Jessica Jones terrifying destructive power. Every attack she made was disorganized, and she also abandoned the skills of defending against her opponents, only fighting to exchange injuries for injuries.

This move caught the opponent off guard. In his rage, Jessica Jones's earth-shattering punch made him dare not get close at all, and he could only retreat while fighting.

Forced all the way to the corner of the rooftop, the attacker's face became worse and worse. As Jessica Jones pressed on step by step, the area he could hide in became smaller and smaller.

"You can't escape!"

Jessica Jones took a step, jumped high, and punched the attacker in the face with a powerful fist.

But at the same time, a smile of success appeared on the attacker's face. He turned around and jumped up, stepped on the rooftop railing to gain leverage, and with all his strength, he jumped higher than Jessica Jones.

The two figures crossed each other in mid-air, and the attacker did a backflip and flew smoothly over Jessica Jones' head, then landed steadily on the rooftop.

The attack missed, and Jessica Jones stopped without any hesitation, turned around and punched behind herself.

But when she turned around, she saw a dark muzzle of a gun pointing at her face.

Her pupils shrank, and Jessica Jones froze in place.

"farewell."

The attacker was pleased with Jessica Jones's expression and had his finger on the trigger of his pistol.

Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, a dark shadow rushed over. In an instant, he felt a pain on the back of his hand and the pistol immediately slipped out of his hand.

The black shadow circled in an arc in the air and then flew back in the direction it came from.

Everyone looked in the direction of the black shadow, and saw in the fog, an nimble figure reached out steadily and grabbed the black shadow.

It was not until then that the people present realized that the black shadow was actually a scarlet short stick, and that person was none other than the devil of Hell's Kitchen - Daredevil.

"That's enough of the fuss."

Matt breathed heavily, feeling the figure identical to himself in front of Jessica Jones, and listened attentively to the seriously injured 'Daredevil' beside Kaia, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Don't be fooled by these two. I am the real Daredevil."

(End of this chapter)