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 in the hood who was nailed to the wall by the sacred killer arrow, after hearing Matt's threat, instead of showing fear, he let out an evil grinning laugh, and there was a chilling fanatic in his eyes.

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

boom!

The huge force hit the abdomen, and the convulsive pain that came with it caused the hooded man's laughter to stop abruptly.

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

"You bitch..."

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

But before he could finish speaking, Matt's brutal beating greeted him.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Matt was expressionless, his fists smashed at the hooded man like raindrops, and he focused on the pain points all over his body.

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 guarantee the painful death of the hooded man without letting him pass out. .

After more than a dozen punches, the hooded man twitched in pain, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

"Are you comfortable?"

Matt didn't 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 scum who sells children, he will not have the idea of ​​mercy!

If he was replaced by him, he might still consider whether he would kill people, but after joining the invisible empire, this concept has been completely eliminated from his mind!

"correct......"

Matt said in a cold voice 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 and torture his soul again!

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

"A fanatic?"

Matt frowned, searched 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 Lord of Darkness!"

"The Dark Lord?"

Matt frowned deeper, and it was another unfamiliar term.

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

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

"Tsk... 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 certain 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 are everywhere in the United States, and many of them have been brainwashed Later, start with his loved ones.

"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 have eternal life!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

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

"no need."

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

"Huh? Not good!"

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

call!

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

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

Before Matt got up from the ground, he caught a glimpse of an orange whip from the corner of his eye!

Crackling!

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

"what--"

Matt couldn't help but screamed, and withstood the pain, he removed the long stick and turned it into a two-section short stick in his hand.

In this narrow lane, the long stick cannot be used at all, and it is not as suitable as the short stick to face this kind of battle.

Crackling! Crackling!

The two orange whips mingled with the popping sound, and they squeezed the air like firecrackers.

Matt leaped back, avoiding these two whips, and his eyes fell on the sneak 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 with the help of Lingzi to recover from the injury on his chest, he inquired and asked.

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 because I wanted you to do me a favor."

help?

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

The implication of this sentence is that even if you can't solve the matter, it is even more impossible for me to solve it.

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 showed interest: "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 the props to summon Sithorn it is the dark book."

"Remember..." Lord looked at the Supreme Mage and asked in doubt: "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 up the Dark Book of God and scattered them around 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 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."