Chapter 11： Daredevil Matt

After handing the paper to Tony, Coleson said nothing, and went straight to the plane about to take off.

When Coleson's figure completely disappeared from the plane, Tony still recalled Coleson's words.

For a genius inventor, science is all the truth he believes in.

But now, Tony began to doubt whether his beliefs were really correct.

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After a comfortable sleep, Rogge planned to go directly to the office with Thunder God.

But he hesitated for a few seconds after seeing his pair of blood-red Sangou jade writing wheels.

With his current Chakra volume, even if the writing wheel is opened 24 hours a day, it will not affect him.

And if you keep writing round eyes open, the whole person will look handsome.

Whether to be handsome or to be low-key is a question.

After serious consideration for several seconds, Rogge finally made a decision.

Being handsome is a lifetime thing!

So before going to the office, he closed the writing wheel and changed back to the normal appearance before.

When he came to his very simple decorated office through Flying Thunder, he found a man in a dark gray suit and dark red sunglasses sitting on the sofa of the office.

In front of this man, there was a cup of steaming coffee, and to his right, there was a blind stick.

Rogge is no stranger to this person.

In other words, he is no stranger to another identity of this person.

The person sitting on the sofa, his identity was a blind lawyer named Matt Murdoch, and behind his back, he also had an identity called Daredevil.

Roger had met this Daredevil when he was executing a commission in Hell's Kitchen before.

But it was only confined to the encounter, and they had not had any dealings between them.

"Hello, I am Matt Murdoch, a lawyer!"

After being transmitted to the office, Roger didn't make any sound, but Matt still sensed his arrival.

Although Matt didn't know exactly how Roger appeared, he heard Roger's heartbeat slowly beating.

"Rogge, private detective!"

After speaking, Rogge came to his desk and sat on the specially customized sofa chair.

He did not take the initiative to ask Matt's plan, but silently waited for Matt to speak.

As time passed, the office fell into a strange atmosphere of silence.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes...

After more than twenty minutes, they still did not speak.

However, their silent confrontation was finally interrupted.

It was not the other client who interrupted them, but the two New York police officers.

"Hello, are you Mr. Rogge?" the white male police officer in the lead asked Rogge very politely.

The black partner next to him was taken aback by the attitude of the white male police officer, but he quickly reacted.

It is said that the Roger in front of him is a perverted murderer who slaughtered 115 gangsters.

After thinking of this, the black police officer unconsciously placed his right hand on the pistol on his waist.

"Yes, I am Roger."

Although the actions of the black police officer were small, they did not escape Rogge's eyes.

After seeing this scene, several thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

Will appear at this time, and with such a polite and vigilant attitude.

If he guessed correctly, the two policemen should have come for the warehouse case.

Rogge is very sure that he has absolutely no evidence left in the warehouse, whether it is fingerprints or clothes fibers, he has absolutely nothing left.

And before leaving the warehouse, he also confirmed that there are no surveillance cameras or the like in the warehouse.

Then why these two policemen appeared here, the answer is ready to come.

Knowing that he killed those people in the warehouse, besides himself, there are only people from Jinhui.

It is impossible for him to report himself, so the only person who reported the news to the New York police was Jinhe.

Rogge's guess is generally correct. The only difference is that instead of reporting the news to the police, King completely publicized the news.

So now, not only the police, but also the hands-on associations know the news.

"Two days ago, there was a gang fight in a warehouse next to the Hudson River. 115 gangsters died at the scene, so we hope that Mr. Rogge will return to the police station with us to help investigate this case. "

"Of course, if it's convenient for you."

The white police officer used mild words as much as possible. Although there is currently no substantial evidence to prove that the case was done by Roger, he knew very well that the probability that Roger was the murderer reached more than 90%.

At this time, the white police officer silently cursed his immediate boss in his heart.

Didn't he just molested his sister-in-law? As for hating me so much, he arranged this kind of task to me.

This white male police officer had seen that hell-like warehouse with his own eyes. He knew very well that if the harmless-looking Roger in front of him went crazy, he and his partner had absolutely no plans to leave alive.

Those who died in the warehouse were not gangsters, they were ninjas with gangbang, and only those idiot reporters would treat **** killer ninjas as ordinary gangsters.

"Police officer, what is your name?" Rogge did not answer his question, but asked his name.

"Jack, my name is Jack!"

When answering, Jack couldn't help but use the respectful tone of facing the director.

"Officer Jack, I am a private investigator. I am personally happy to assist the police in investigating the case. After all, I am also a person who is willing to cooperate with the police and the people. But you see, I happen to have a client here right now, so..."

Rogge didn't say it clearly, but he was sure that Jack understood what he meant.

"Understand, I understand! Since Mr. Rogge is inconvenient for you now, then I won't bother you. If it's convenient for you, you can come directly to our police station. Then I won't interrupt your work and leave!"

After speaking, Jack bowed slightly to Rogge, then took his partner out of the office as quickly as possible, and carefully closed the door of the office lightly.

"Since you admit that I am your client, can I make a commission now?"

When Jack and the two left, Matt, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and went straight to Roger.

"First talk about the content of your commission, and then I will decide whether to accept your commission!"

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