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Daredevil tilted his head to sense his ex-girlfriend from college, and said helplessly: "You have changed a lot. If you were the old you, you would never say such a thing. What do you mean by becoming one of you?"

"It means exactly what it says. You always like to hang out in Hell's Kitchen. Don't tell me you don't even understand this." Erica didn't give Matt any face at all. She was a very calm woman, but when she saw Matt, she still wanted to lose her temper.

"If you don't have a strong body and the ability to recover from the situation, you shouldn't run around the streets like a monkey. It makes me feel like I'm communicating with a child who hasn't grown up."

"Oh my God, are you really Erica? Not someone pretending to be you? I actually heard you care about me! It seems that person treated you very well and changed your personality. The good news is that you are still you, not an alien."

Daredevil slowly stepped back and leaned against the wall, sensing the positions of the many aliens, ready to escape at any time.

Erica shook her head: "You misunderstood. Duval would not be interested in someone like me. His vision is longer-term than you think. He has no time to waste on me, not even a second."

He said this very calmly, as if he was discussing something that had nothing to do with him.

"Then it seems that I can breathe a sigh of relief. A small person like me doesn't have to worry about his revenge." Daredevil said, "Even if it means destroying the precious medicine that his clients purchased and then had stolen."

"You don't need to worry about this. Otherwise, why do you think I'm here? These drugs were bought by Norman Osborn. Whether he took them back for himself or cracked them, he is our customer. He was robbed, and in this place in New York, we will take them back."

"Great, great service, you guys really do your job when it comes to business."

For a moment, Erica really couldn't tell whether Matt was mocking or praising her.

It wasn't long before a few aliens came back with a half-dead Bullseye, and threw it casually on the ground.

"I am willing to join Weyland Company and join Duval! I've had enough of Kingpin!" Bullseye spat out blood and said reluctantly, "I know Duval is sending troops to fight on alien planets. He needs a world-class killer like me, doesn't he?"

Erica agreed: "Well said, then you just wait to be transformed into an alien and sent to an alien planet."

"Wait! What I meant was, I want to be a killer who won't have his chest broken..."

"It's not my words that count."

Bullseye was dragged out by the alien again, and he will welcome a new life after being brought back to the 93rd floor of the Weyland Building.

"The alien war is very fierce? Even people like Bullseye have to be used?" asked Daredevil.

Erica shook her head. "There's nothing we can do. There are fewer and fewer vampires in the New York area. Reusing some of the villains is also an effective way to use resources and prevent waste."

Daredevil has a lot to complain about but nowhere to vent.

He also noticed that there were several aliens picking up drugs on the ground one by one with claws sharper than knives. If the people from the Osborne Group saw this, they would probably be relieved.

I heard that Norman Osborn hasn't made a public appearance for a long time. The outside world suspects that there is something wrong with his health, which may not be groundless. Does he need this kind of medicine to prolong his life now?

"Before you become wary of me, I want to tell you some bad news: The Stick Man has turned into a vampire and is being hunted by Blade, Captain America and others," Erica said.

what?

Daredevil's face changed slightly, and he looked puzzled.

His and Erica's martial arts teacher is now a vampire?

"Because he's going to die of old age, to prolong his life?" Daredevil couldn't help but ask.

Being able to become a vampire, what's the difference between this and joining the Eternals a few days ago?

Vampires are Duvall's favorite hosts. After catching those in New York, Duvall will definitely target vampires in other parts of the world.

"I don't know. I only know one thing now. We must kill him and let him die with dignity instead of becoming a freak who lives by sucking human blood." Erica's voice was cold. This was the greatest mercy she could give to the old man with a stick.

"What about the Innocence Society he leads?"

"It was disbanded two days ago. A large number of its personnel were hunted down and swallowed up by the Hand."

Daredevil was speechless for a long time. The news was so shocking that it made his brain crash.

He looked at Erica who turned away with the aliens, hesitated for a moment, and followed her. Walking side by side with several aliens made him feel very uncomfortable.

Walking side by side with the aliens and not being attacked by these terrifying creatures with great killing beauty? It's just telling a very bizarre science fiction story.

"Where is that stick man now?" Daredevil's muscles were tense, guarding against the aliens around him. Although he had heard that aliens were highly social and orderly creatures, this did not prevent him from being subconsciously on guard as he had never dealt with aliens.

The aliens didn't even look at him, as if he didn't exist at all.

"That guy is in New York, looking for the magician."

"A magician? Why does the old man with the stick want to find a magician?"

"There are two possibilities. If he is looking for a black magician, maybe he wants to use black magic to remove the vampire blood in his body. If he is looking for a wizard in Kamar-Taj, it is to meet the Supreme Sorcerer. According to reliable information, the Old Man with the Stick was taught by the Ancient One when he was a teenager." Erica said without turning her head.

This made Daredevil even more confused.

Where is Kamar-Taj? Who is the Ancient One? I have never heard of him.

When the two returned to Weyland Building, Daredevil got a preliminary understanding of this hidden super magician organization from Erica.

He stood at the door of the Weiland Building, raised his head, sensed the surrounding situation, and captured every tiniest particle floating in the air. He couldn't see it, but these tiny things could receive much more information than the eyes could.

Daredevil could feel that this area was built with extremely expensive building materials, and it was extremely heavy. He heard that it seemed to be built by the famous Magneto? He believed it completely.

What really made Daredevil hesitate was that he didn't feel anything negative here. This was clearly an extremely clean, tidy and orderly place.

It's really a bit incongruous to associate this with words like Duva and alien.

He also heard some ordinary people coming in and out of the building, talking about business? Oh, yes, it was about the sale of drugs.

"Why not leave? Others think the Weyland Building is a monster's lair, but it's not. It's a building with advanced construction concepts, beautiful scenery, and even one of the largest green areas in New York."

Erica said this, walked up the steps and entered the main entrance.

Daredevil hesitated for a long time, but still followed in.

I took the elevator all the way to the thirteenth floor.

Along the way, Daredevil experienced the excitement of traveling side by side with the alien and riding the elevator with the alien - as for why the alien also wanted to ride the elevator, only God knows.

Anyway, some ordinary people who enter the building to do business can adapt to this place better than him.

I walked all the way to the conference room on the 13th floor, where two people were talking.

Daredevil met the owner of this place.

His first reaction was to use his radar-like ability to sense Duva, but it was like running headfirst into an iron wall. He felt that every nerve in his body was wailing in anxiety. The next second, the barrier in front of him seemed like a black hole, carrying a suction force that devoured consciousness, and was about to swallow up his entire mind.

But when I felt it more carefully, nothing happened.

"Well, Mr. Dewar, it's an honor to meet you. I send my father's greetings to you. You are such a talented and generous man."

"Of course, I always do. If you are willing to join the Weyland Group, you will have a better understanding of my generosity. What do you think, Harry?"

Harry Osborn's face was a little stiff. He only said this half sincerely and half politely, but Duval did not play by the rules and invited him to join as soon as he opened his mouth.

Harry looked around, at the upright aliens that sometimes walked by and sometimes stood like sculptures. Each of them was at least two meters and five in height, and they were brewing murderous intent at any time and anywhere. Suddenly, he felt his scalp tingling.

"Hahaha, look at your face. This is just a joke. Norman will never allow his son to join someone else's company." Duva smiled and patted Harry's shoulder.

Harry forced a polite smile and thought, this is not just a matter of switching jobs to another company, this is something that may even change the human species.

Erica threw the batch of medicines she had snatched back to Harry, who caught them and left in a hurry.

Duva stared at Harry's departing figure and said, "It seems that Norman's condition is very bad. The rumors outside are right. He is about to die, otherwise he would not send his heir to me to discuss cooperation."

Erica asked, "What do they want to cooperate with? Asking for the alien's secretions? There is no room for negotiation on this point, as you said. Besides, as both are biomedical companies, there will be direct conflicts sooner or later."

"Of course, we can't talk about anything related to the aliens. I'm thinking about something else."

Dewar found it very interesting.

Because, in this universe, there is the Osborn Group and the dying old Green Goblin, but there is no Spider-Man.

With Duval's indirect questioning, Harry told some information that he thought was of no value. He was probably still confused as to why Duval started the conversation with his high school life. According to Harry, Peter Parker disappeared during a biology exhibition organized by the school, and the news of his death came soon after.

This surprised Duva very much. Only he knew how rare this incident was.

Even if Peter Parker is still a little kid now, it doesn’t matter. Even if he is middle-aged and has become an old Spider, it doesn’t matter.

But he never expected that when the old Green Goblin was about to die, Spider-Man had not yet appeared. It turned out that he died before he even made his debut?

"It took me several months to stabilize. I didn't expect to get this news just when I was about to set up an intelligence network... But how did Peter Parker die? Did he die from the bite of a poisonous spider? Or will the Spider-Man of this universe be Aunt May or Uncle Ben?"

It is entirely possible that Duva still doesn't know the number of the universe he is in.

Even if one day someone suddenly jumped out and told Duva that this was actually a cancerous universe and everything in this world was developing towards the Kronos, he could accept it and turn to study the possibilities of Marvel's Kronos gods such as the Parasitic Beholder.

The strong never complain about the environment, and Dua also likes to face challenges head-on.

"What are you thinking about? I haven't seen you so focused in a long time, even when facing those Eternals." Erica stretched out her hand and waved in front of Duval, looking curious.

Duval raised his head and said, "Don't tell the Druid about this. If he knew, he would think that I had a new understanding and would go out of his way to find me and ask me what new truth I had figured out."

Druid?

Daredevil remembered this name, and combined with his understanding of the Duva faction, this name most likely belonged to the Eternal who betrayed at the last minute. After all, this guy was too famous.

Recently, every day people analyze on the Internet why he betrayed, but no matter how they analyze it, they often come to one conclusion: Duva is really amazing, so they also want to follow such an amazing person. It would be even better if they could be a follower who would not have his chest broken or be sent to the battlefield.

Damn, it was like the beginning of an evil religion, with young and ignorant fanatics seriously imagining their imaginary Dua, and then praying everywhere, wanting to get all the benefits and less obligations.

Daredevil was daydreaming. The scene here really overturned his and many people's cognition in the outside world.

"Matt Murdock, the messenger of justice in Hell's Kitchen, a blind lawyer who specializes in litigation for the poor, welcome, but what are you thinking about?"

Duva is not a cruel and bloodthirsty guy, but a very down-to-earth superior, Daredevil thought, and turned to look at Erica, the meaning was very clear: You told him?

"I haven't said anything, but it's not difficult for him to know about you," Erica shrugged. Anyway, she had an alien on her chest that could make her every move known to Duva.

"You're very famous, and you're Erica's former lover, so it's hard not to pay attention to you." Duva smiled and shook hands with Daredevil, as if they were two ordinary people having a very ordinary meeting. It would have been even more like that if there were no aliens around doing security work.

"Thank you for taking care of Erica, sir. At least you didn't let her get involved with the Hand, which is not a good place." Daredevil said.

"With me, you can at least trust one thing: I will not use my recognized subordinates as tools, but for some people, I will try every means to catch them back and squeeze out their greatest value - in terms of tool attributes."

"Like Bullseye?"

"Oh, he has been infected now, and will soon be sent to the battlefield with the latest batch of aliens. I have already discussed it with the gatekeeper of Asgard." Duva's tone was as if he was talking about what dishes to eat later.

Daredevil felt a chill in his heart, and once again realized the gap between people like himself and people like Duva, that is, when necessary, they have an absolute indifference to human life and can completely not treat people as human beings.

But then again, Bullseye can't really be considered a human being. He is profit-driven, has killed countless people, and has let Kingby do all the dirty work. He deserves to die.

Duva poured Daredevil a glass of water: "Just drink this. I don't like tea, coffee or drinks, and I haven't recruited enough people to do the work of pouring water yet."

Daredevil touched the cup and found it was hot. Then he heard Duval drink the water in one gulp and fell silent.

The aliens were so scary that he felt like he didn't belong here.

"Sir, excuse me, but I really don't understand how someone of your status would allow Erica to bring me here." Daredevil couldn't help but ask.

Duva looked at the young hero in surprise and said, "You were brought here by Erica, so naturally Erica will be responsible for all your words and actions. I won't care."

This time, Daredevil was silent again.

"What do you think this place is, a concentration camp? Or an inquisition? A place to kill everything that doesn't have my permission? Don't joke, I'd rather spend my time thinking about more meaningful things, like which god I can kill, which demon from another dimension is worth killing." Duva seriously pointed out Daredevil's mistake.

What the hell is going on? Daredevil feels that he is still too inexperienced. He has nothing in common with a big shot like Duva and they are not on the same wavelength.

God? Demon?

Erica felt ashamed for her ex-boyfriend, but there was nothing she could do. People who had not joined this camp and had not been parasitized by aliens could not understand many things here.

Once the druid sensed the depth of Duva's mind, he changed jobs in a minute. It was not a random move without any basis, although it was related to the druid's inherently paranoid personality and naive ideas.

Duva said: "I know you want to find your mentor, the Stick Sou, and kill him. Don't get me wrong, I am not interested in the Stick Sou. He is not worthy of my personal concern, but I am interested in the person behind the Stick Sou."

"What do you need me to do?"

"You can just go look for the old man with the stick normally. For some reason, if I go to find the Supreme Sorcerer, she may not pay attention to me." Dua said.

"Then if I go to the Supreme Mage through the Stick Man, will she see you?"

"Of course not, so I don't plan to meet her in person." Duva pointed at Erica, and Daredevil immediately understood.

Using the alien as an intermediary is very good. Daredevil decided to write this down when he returned. He also mastered an important feature of the alien: it can be used as a radio communication.

This is such a joke. I just don't know if there is WIFI in Kamar-Taj.

Daredevil really wanted to ask why Duval knew that Stick Man had once studied under Ancient One, but after thinking about it, he decided not to ask.

Erica took the initiative to explain: "There are many magicians in this world. Except for the black magicians, most of the magicians come from Kamar-Taj. They learn a few tricks and return to the secular world. Kamar-Taj will never stop them."

Therefore, in this world, the existence of Kamar-Taj is not a top secret, and many mortals would probably regard the words of some third-rate wizards as bragging when chatting and drinking.

But how to find Kamar-Taj? That's the problem, because without the nod from the wizards inside Kamar-Taj, outsiders can't even enter the gate.

Of course, this doesn't apply to the magicians who quit Kamar-Taj.

Duva thought that he should find a way to talk to Ancient One, at least to confirm what was going on in this universe.

You can't always be this passive. Duva doesn't like being passive.