r18novel Chapter 1 The Emperor of Evil [Diavolo]
Chapter 1 The Emperor of Evil [Diavolo]
The northern end of Manhattan.
Overlooking the Hudson River is a branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, known as the Abbey Museum.
"I bet this is a beautiful view."
The masked hero in the red bodysuit, Daredevil, stands on the outer wall of the skylight at the top of the monastery.
A unique radar-like sensory experience appeared in the field of vision.
In the black world, the stripes of frequency create a completely new look.
"The embossed linen paper proclaims this wedding, Deborah Jacob and..."
Every detail of the wedding was captured by Matt Murdoch's senses.
The bride and groom, and the officiant's declaration.
There is no doubt that the uninvited masked hero is barging into a wedding that unites two of New York's largest crime families.
Matt Murdoch wasn't there to ruin the wedding.
on the contrary……
Through an inconspicuous little channel, he received a tip that an assassination attempt had been planned.
But who should we assassinate?!
Matt Murdoch had observed everyone thoroughly, and he couldn't help but ask himself the same question.
Who would be foolish enough to pull out a gun and attack someone at a wedding full of gunmen, and then expect to leave safely?
"Um?!"
As the bride, holding a bouquet of roses, took the groom's arm, with little flower girls scattering petals in front of them, and walked down the red carpet under the watchful eyes of everyone present.
A barely perceptible change appeared in the echoes of the organ accompaniment…
Matt Murdoch's radar senses detected a tiny black dot.
It appeared at the feet of the flower girl in the purple dress, and from it stretched out a pale hand covered with even more black dots.
"A wise choice. The Jacob family will do anything for their little princess."
This moment.
Matt Murdoch was acutely aware that this was not an assassination attempt, but a kidnapping.
The target is never the bride and groom, but the flower girls and girls.
Matt Murdoch caught Jacob's little princess in his arms, thankfully he was one step ahead of the kidnapper.
"Daredevil!"
The bald, robed priest screamed in fright, knocking over the table with the candles on it.
"He took Kate away! Take him down!"
The groom was not to be outdone; it was hard to imagine that the other hand he was holding while holding the bride's could pull out a weapon he never parted with.
"Unfortunately, everyone now thinks I'm the kidnapper."
Matt Murdoch was somewhat helpless, but thankfully, he already had an answer regarding the kidnapper's identity.
A supervillain who can be employed by others, a bastard whose body is filled with the energy of instant teleportation, allowing him to move around in place without restraint.
Most importantly, he has a stupid name.
"spot!"
Radar sensors kicked in, and Matt Murdoch spotted a black hole that was opening.
He used his short stick to pull out a bastard covered in white panels with black spots of varying sizes.
This guy looks just like a Dalmatian.
"I don't like playing blind man's quest, everyone, please put away your hostility."
"Spot, he collaborated with someone here to plan the kidnapping plot."
Heart rate spiked, breathing quickened—physical signs don't lie, and the criminal jumped out on his own; Matt Murdoch had found his target.
"What?!"
"It's...it's my uncle?!"
Even the Jacob family's little princess was incredulous, and everyone else present looked at the curly-haired man with a panicked expression.
"Damn it, freak in uniform."
He drew his gun, pointed it at Daredevil, and directed his anger at Spot.
"You promised everything would be foolproof, it's all your fault, Spot, you're just like this freak..."
He won't finish speaking.
A black hole appeared in his chest, from which a spotted arm reached out and grabbed the head of the chattering man.
"Don't look."
It was too late to stop it; the last thing Matt Murdoch could do was reach out and cover the eyes of the little princess in his arms.
Click~
The radar clearly showed the neck rotating 180 degrees, and the spotted collaborator was killed.
"Alright, Daredevil, how are you going to stop this?!"
The mockery from the spots.
"You! Catch her."
Matt Murdoch tossed the baby princess in his arms to the groom, intending to catch the murderer before Spots could escape.
however……
He was greeted by a tiny gift box thrown out by a speck from the disappearing black hole.
The square box was only the size of a palm, and it even had a bow on it.
"This is my mission. You have a package to sign for, Daredevil."
Snapped.
Matt Murdoch swung the stick almost instinctively, and the broken box accomplished its purpose.
The truly important thing fell out and he grasped it tightly.
"This is?!"
The radar detected a strange frequency that had never been seen before.
An octagonal talisman about the size of a palm, with a tiger carved in white lines on it.
Click.
With such a slight sound, the talisman seemed to split in two like a yin-yang symbol.
Before Matt Murdoch could think further, an extreme sense of separation overwhelmed him as white light enveloped him.
"What...?"
"What happened? My God, this is unbelievable..."
All the Jacob family members present were witnesses; they saw firsthand what was happening.
The masked hero of Hell's Kitchen, the infamous Fearless Man, has become two people.
Two identical individuals, without the slightest difference.
Double Daredevil!
……
Later, at the Saga Restaurant.
Located on the 63rd floor of Wall Street in New York City, this high-altitude restaurant boasts stunning views of the downtown skyline and was founded by legendary chef Charlie Mitchell, offering sophisticated contemporary creative cuisine.
The restaurant, usually bustling with people and a popular date spot for couples, was now deserted, with only the melodious sound of a violin playing in the background.
At the dining table by the floor-to-ceiling window, Wilson Fisk was flipping through the latest issue of the Daily Bugle. The largest cover featured Daredevil, veiled by a white veil, kissing his bride tenderly.
Coupled with the title "Wedding Hell: Daredevil Deeply Kisses Mafia Princess Deborah Jacob, True Love at the Wedding Heist," the ambiguous atmosphere between the two is immediately amplified. Even without witnessing it firsthand, the impact of this cover alone is enough to make one's heart race and ignite their gossip-loving soul.
"Mr. Fisk."
A weak voice rang out from across the table, carrying a hint of flattery and probing.
"What do you want with me, Ms. Eleanor Bishop?!"
Wilson put down the magazine, leaned back in the soft sofa chair, and looked at the woman opposite him, raising an eyebrow as he asked.
"We've always had a good relationship, haven't we, Wilson?"
Looks like they're going to try and appeal to people's emotions.
Wilson understood, still smiling, and nodded. He was now very curious: if it was just such a small matter, how could Bishop dare to meet him and be late?
Or……
I don't know when it started, but he, Wilson Fisk, has somehow become a nice guy in other people's eyes?
"I never ask questions, I just do what I'm told."
"That's how people in debt should behave. Your husband owes me a lot of money."
Wilson interrupted him rudely, unable to understand the grievance in the other person's tone, and even more impatient.
"You know, in New York, even if aliens came, no one could owe Wilson Fisk money!"
Just then, a commotion broke out outside, and bodyguards carrying a person rushed in to report the situation to their boss.
"This kid barged in on his own, saying he had arranged to meet Elinor Bishop here."
"Oh? What's going on here? Eleanor, aren't you going to explain?!"
Wilson turned his head, his thick fingers tapping on the table. He glanced casually at Bishop across from him, then looked at the pink-haired girl being escorted by bodyguards. His tone was slow and deliberate, showing no trace of anger.
"Judging from your gear, you must be a traveler, from Rome? Milan? Florence? Sardinia?"
"Oh, I see, your hometown is Sardinia."
Wilson analyzed with great interest; he wasn't interested in why Bishop had brought the other person, he was only interested in the person himself.
"No, no."
"You're not that simple. Let me see. Such a unique aura doesn't seem like that of a young person."
"Your life is full of unspeakable secrets, light and shadow, appearance and reality, so you are a person with two different lives."
Wilson Fiske gave a very direct definition.
And this...
This clearly stunned the pink-haired girl in front of her.
"Everyone has some secrets they can't tell anyone, and that applies to everyone," he argued, a glint of green flashing in his tan eyes beneath his lowered eyelids.
"I never misjudge people. Interesting, really interesting."
"I've seen all sorts of people in New York's underworld, but you're the first one I've ever met."
Wilson stood up and slowly walked to the pink-haired man, his mountain-like size difference making him appear smaller than the latter.
After the major trouble a few months ago, what brings this character to New York? Is it the famous savior Tony Stark, Iron Man? Or perhaps an alien relic?
None of that matters.
Wilson, still smiling, reached out and grabbed the pink-haired boy's head, lifting him up with one hand. The boy, like a fish out of water, kicked his legs wildly.
"Now that such an interesting guy has appeared, no matter why you came to me, you're definitely not leaving now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wilson was surprised to find that the chick that had been lifted up seemed to have been injected with some kind of growth hormone. Its small size suddenly increased dramatically, its muscles began to bulge, and its bones began to make a cracking sound.
"Hehehe, I really didn't intend to leave."
The next second, the pink-haired girl broke free from Wilson's fingers, and her voice was no longer the clear, youthful tone of before, but instead a deep, hoarse one, like that of a middle-aged man.
"You bastard, you don't look like a Stand user at all, yet you have such insight. No wonder you're the Dark Emperor of New York."
"Kingpin, before you die, let me ask you one more thing!"
Suitcase thrown
A photograph of a stone slab was scattered on the ground.
"Have you ever seen the Slate of Prometheus?"
Wilson glanced at the photo.
He was quite certain he had never seen this thing before, but...
"Since it's something that someone like you is searching for everywhere, it must have some unknown function; it must be a treasure."
Wilson couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, and his fist, bigger than a casserole dish, hurtled toward the other man's face.
"After I crush you, I'll find the stone tablet. Remember, wherever you are in New York, no matter what it is, Kingpin must have a share!"
"From today onwards, this rule may need to be changed!"
click!
The whole scene seemed to freeze abruptly, as if the world had gone scrambled.
"what!"
Bishop's scream echoed throughout the restaurant.
Wilson was shocked as he felt the texture in his hand. This bald head was... wait, was it his own head?!
Meanwhile, a large number of his men, who had been waiting outside the restaurant, rushed in after hearing the commotion.
"King Crimson!"
……
On Seventh Avenue.
Matt Murdoch is on his way to Wall Street.
During the day, he witnessed the birth of another version of himself.
This is an unprecedentedly bad situation.
An instinct made Matt want to go and cry to Fudge, but his remaining rationality told him that someone capable of such a thing...
Or rather, there's only one person in Hell's Kitchen who would scheme against Daredevil: Kingpin, Wilson Fisk.
"I need to find him immediately and find out what happened."
"Then take care of the other version of yourself."
Fifteen minutes later.
Matt stepped into the sky restaurant as planned, but everything turned out differently than he had imagined.
"How could this be?!"
A strong, pungent smell of blood rushed towards us like a tidal wave. Under the radar's detection, the huge restaurant was littered with severed limbs, and dark brown bloodstains covered the white walls and wooden floors.
"Dead, all of them are dead, why...?"
An extremely intense feeling of sadness, fear mixed with grief, welled up in her eyes.
Matt couldn't hold back his tears.
Has Kingpin gone mad?!
He already secured the joint real estate development project in New York, so why has he suddenly gone berserk and wants to kill everyone?!
This is Matt's most direct thought.
however……
"Kingpin is dead too?!"
He found Kingpin, a fat man in a white suit sitting on the sofa, holding his head in his hands.
Opposite him, a poor woman whose face was obscured had been pierced through the chest and collapsed to the ground.
Under such intense stimulation, Matt could no longer hear a heartbeat or breathing.
He gripped the half of the Tiger Talisman tightly.
I felt as if I was enveloped by this environment, falling into an abyss of helplessness.
"This is the New York Police Department."
Just then, the piercing sirens grew closer, accompanied by the sound of helicopter rotors, and huge searchlights shone down.
"You are surrounded. Surrender!"
The New York Police Department's announcements rang out from the elevator and the restaurant entrance.
Whoosh!
The window is broken.
Tear gas canisters rolled in from outside, and George Stacy led the team out.
Daredevil, you're under arrest!