Angel thought about the way Constantine played Mephisto around, with some nostalgia in his eyes.

Losing her power was not as easy to accept as she thought.

Especially after gaining power and then losing it, the feeling of emptiness is enough to make some petty people hold grudges for a long time.

"John Constantine? Who is this?"

Spider-Man looked at the business card in his hand in confusion.

In his opinion, since Angel knows Matthew, he is not an ordinary person who knows nothing about the extraordinary.

Then the person she introduced should be a powerful hero, and Spider-Man Peter Parker, who has a wide range of friends, must at least have heard of powerful heroes.

But what the hell is this Constantine?

This is comparable to the sudden mutation of Kingpin.

"A psychic mage is always cheap, but sometimes he is quite reliable."

After Angel spoke, he glanced at his watch.

Nearly ten minutes have passed and Matthew has almost found a place to change clothes.

After all, Matthew is a superhero, and one of the most distinctive features of superheroes is that they can arrange several not-so-safe safe houses wherever they are.

"I'm not asking, well, what are the abilities of a necromancer? I'm curious about that."

Spider-Man said.

He came into contact with a lot of wizards, such as Doctor Strange, Supreme Wizard Yao, and Dr. Doom.

This series of guys are all very powerful mages, but this was the first time he heard the term necromancer.

"Communicating with demons is probably an ability. He seems to be quite good at it."

Angel thought about the abilities that Constantine had shown before, and said with a headache.

"Good at communication? I will contact him if I have the chance, but now we are almost ready to take action."

Spider-Man has already sensed Matthew's approach. Obviously Matthew's safe house is not too far away from this place.

"Okay, then Angel and I will go directly to see Kingpin. Spider-Man, be ready for support at any time. At least use your webbing to block that guy's sight.

It would be best if there was no fighting.

It’s just that I think I may have taken it for granted.”

Matthew nodded in Angel's direction as he spoke.

Although he couldn't see Angel's appearance, Cong Luke had already known that Angel was a beauty.

So what exactly did Kingpin want to do?

Matthew had never heard of Kingpin as a womanizer.

He had heard that Kingpin killed his wife and children with his own hands for no weakness. That kind of thing was really creepy.

"I just hope that you will believe what I say after seeing the Kingpin, and then call your companions.

Believe me, Jin is not something you and I can defeat right now. The fear from the bottom of my heart makes my hair stand on end."

Spider-Man's voice was not loud, but it was enough for two people to hear clearly in this corner.

"By the way, Angel, won't your car park in front of the Fisk Building arouse suspicion?"

Matthew said this.

"When did you see police officers parking their cars in a well-behaved manner when enforcing the law? This is America, the freest place in the world."

Angel took out a cigarette and put it on her mouth as she spoke. Her words left Matthew and Spider-Man in a speechless situation.

If we really take it seriously, neither Spider-Man nor Matthew, the Daredevil, are regular guys.

One is swinging between the buildings, and the other is jumping up and down on the top of the low building.

The impact is worse than Angel parking his car in front of someone else's front door.

"By the way, there is only one tall building nearby, the Fisk Building. Can you still move quickly among short buildings?"

Angel asked Spider-Man.

It's better to ask about this first.

Although Spider-Man has a good reputation, you can never be too cautious when putting your life in the hands of others.

"I can pull the spider silk and rush forward. Even if I jump, I can run faster than your car."

Spider-Man's words made Matthew nodded.

If he wanted to, he could easily reach a speed of 200 kilometers per hour.

He is Leiko's apprentice. The most basic key to violent collision is to use speed in addition to using force.

"Then let's go. The gatekeepers won't tell Kingpin about my arrival anyway. That guy may have seen more policemen than I have ever seen."

Angel complained casually.

"By the way, Matthew, please put away the mace on your waist."

Angel said this.

Matthew was so used to carrying a guide stick that he forgot he was carrying a big killer weapon like a mace.

If I brought this thing to the front of the building, there would be no way to explain it.

But after all, it is unreasonable for a lawyer to carry a mace.

Could it be said that it is to avoid disputes?

"I'm going to find a less conspicuous place to climb the stairs first."

Spider-Man said hello and crawled away.

He was very concerned about this matter.

After all, he had experienced the feeling of being hit directly from a tall building to the ground by Kingpin with an incomprehensible force.

Hell, the Fisk Building was the tallest building. If it was knocked down, he would have no other choice but to use spider silk to fall out of the building.

The moment he saw Jin Bin from the window, he was punched in the cheek.

The taste is not much different than demolishing a building and smashing it in the face with a sledgehammer.

"Let's go, Attorney Murdoch."

Angel said this, and then walked towards the Fisk Building first.

Although there are security guards on duty in the building, it is finally time to get off work.

There aren't many security guards either.

Kingpin's security guards are different from those who can't protect anyone.

Those guys are all the top thugs in the gang, and from time to time they will appear as Kingpin's training subjects.

Both of them are mindless fighting sects, so there will be no suspicion.

"I heard that Kingpin had many substitutes. How do you plan to tell them apart?"

Matthew asked questions while moving closer behind Angel.

"I don't care about the substitute, all I want is evidence that can crucify Jin Bin.

A substitute can sometimes be more useful than the person himself."

Angel said without looking back.

…

Frank finally returned home after some time.

Now he was standing at the door of his home, looking at the brightly lit cabin with wide eyes.

There was hope in his eyes, but he couldn't take the step forward.

Not far away, Burcasso was sitting on a bench outside the house, drinking wine facing the night sky, looking unhappy.

"Go back, death has not lied to you."

Bulkay looked at Frank, who was stunned in front of his house, with an inexplicable tone of voice.

Although Bulcasio didn't know who Frank had killed, he still didn't have the aura of sin on his body, so there was no need to worry about it.

As long as Frank doesn't degenerate into a murderer, then everything is fine.

Frank's wife had been sent back, as Bulquesso was able to confirm.

But the soul that was sent back was not all. If Bulqueso intercepted this soul directly, it would only dissipate directly.

Apparently Death has become smarter after suffering a loss, or at least a lot more cautious.

"Dong dong dong~"

Frank didn't reply, but knocked gently on his door.
To be continued...