Super God Marvel

Late at night, in the only church in Hell's Kitchen, with an imperceptible sound, a black figure wearing a black tights suddenly appeared, and slowly dropped from the ceiling of the church with a sling, and his body fell to the ground. There is a soft "plop" sound.

"Hmm~"

Although the black shadow was trying his best to control it, the severe pain radiating from various parts of his body and the several darts inserted into his abdomen and chest still made him unbearable.

Just when the black figure was lying on the ground and letting out a slight cry of pain, an old priest suddenly walked out from the side door of the church holding an oil lamp.

"Matthew, is that you?" The old priest tentatively called out in the direction of the sound.

"Well, it's me, Joseph." Matthew responded through gritted teeth.

Hearing the sound, the old priest quickly walked over, but when he saw the injuries on Matthew's body, he couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Oh my God, Matthew, what did you do again?"

As he spoke, Joseph quickly squatted down to help Matthew sit up, and asked eagerly: "Why are you so seriously injured?"

"nothing"

Matthew smiled at Joseph with his pale lips and responded: "These injuries are nothing."

"Help me up and help me get rid of these two darts later."

"good"

Joseph was stunned, nodded quickly, took one of Matthew's arms, helped him up, and led him into the side door just now.

Walking into the side door, there was a small room. The dim light shone on Matthew's face, and his pale yellow face made him look extremely weak.

"Matthew, please sit here for a while."

Joseph helped Matthew sit by the bed and said, "I'll get you anti-inflammatory drugs and gauze."

"Yeah." Matthew nodded, holding one hand on the edge of the bed to prevent himself from falling.

Joseph glanced at Matthew worriedly, then turned around and walked to the small cabinet on the other side of the room. He groped inside for a while, and soon came back with gauze, potion and pliers.

"Matthew, what are you going to do?" Sitting next to Matthew, Joseph glanced at the two darts that were almost halfway in on his chest and abdomen, and asked with a frown.

"First help me pull out the two darts, then apply some anti-inflammatory medicine, apply sterile gauze, and leave the rest."

Matthew reached out and took off his hood, turned to look at Joseph, and responded: "I'll go back and do it myself after I've rested."

"Ok."

Joseph nodded and put everything else on the bed. He only picked up a pair of small pliers and reached out to firmly clamp the metallic dart on Matthew's abdomen.

"Matthew, hold it in"

"Yeah." Matthew nodded, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from making any sound.

A full four to five minutes passed before the two darts were pulled out. At this time, Matthew's face was already pale and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

When Joseph used a cotton swab dipped in anti-inflammatory liquid and applied it to Matthew's wound, Matthew finally couldn't help but groan softly due to the stinging sensation.

"Matthew, are you okay?" Hearing the voice, Joseph looked up at him and asked again worriedly.

"I'm fine, you continue"

Joseph nodded without any hesitation. After applying the potion, he wrapped Matthew's wound with gauze.

"Okay, Matthew, want

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No, you lie down and rest for a while. "After finishing it, Father Joseph asked aloud.

"no need."

Matthew touched the gauze on his abdomen and chest, shook his head, stood up with one hand on the edge of the bed.

"The wound has just been bandaged, you" Seeing Matthew standing up suddenly, Joseph hurriedly grabbed him.

"I am fine."

Matthew turned to smile at him and interrupted him: "Joseph, please accompany me to the church hall."

After Joseph hesitated for a moment, he nodded slightly, stood up and stood next to Matthew, and said, "Let's go."

On the way to the main hall of the church, Matthew said nothing and was extremely quiet along the way. When he and Joseph stood under the statue of the Virgin Mary, they still remained silent.

The church was very empty and silent. Joseph stood sideways, while Matthew stood majestically at the foot of the statue, looking up at the tall white shadow.

The two of them remained motionless until a long time passed before Joseph asked aloud: "Matthew, was your injury caused by Kingpin's men?"

"Yeah." Matthew responded lightly.

"Matthew, why are you so desperate? You know that you alone will never be able to pose any threat to Kingpin. Isn't it good that you have been your lawyer and done what you can for the people of Hell's Kitchen? Why take such a big risk?”

"Some things have to be done by people. Others were not prepared to go, so I went."

Matthew's raised head returned to normal, he turned his head towards Joseph, and said slowly: "If no one fights, the future will remain the same. If I fight, at least there will be a glimmer of hope."

"But this kind of responsibility should not be borne by you."

Matthew shook his head and did not respond to the question. Instead, he said, "Joseph, in fact, I have hesitated and hesitated, but in the end I still persisted in my belief. In the past few years, I have encountered I’ve been in countless dangers and met some interesting and well-meaning people, just like you.”

Just as he was speaking, Matthew suddenly turned his head and smiled at Joseph, and continued: "Everything in this world is relative, and people are no exception. There are kind people, and there will naturally be vicious people. Evil has always existed. , but there are many people who have a bright mind, and I must be one of the few people who walk on the edge of darkness and light, because only in this way can goodness not be infected by evil."

Listening to these words, Joseph couldn't help but lowered his head with unbearable expression.

"I can't stop the war, and I can't dissuade the killing, and I can't save the world. All I can do is to make some trivial struggles on behalf of the kind-hearted people who are being oppressed in this place."

"Joseph" Matthew suddenly called him.

"Um"

Joseph quickly raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Do you still remember that a long time ago, it was you who taught me to use faith to support my own beliefs? At that time, you said that no matter what, there will always be a pair of eyes silently watching everything in the world, and still holding on to kindness in the midst of suffering. The Lord will always protect him. And I"

Matthew kept smiling, turned around, put his hands on Joseph's shoulders, and said, "I have always followed this belief or faith and it has never changed."

The brilliance floated in Joseph's cloudy eyes, staring at Matthew's resolute face, with mixed feelings in his heart. He opened his mouth to say something but hesitated. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and made the sign of the cross on his chest, murmuring softly. :"God bless you."

Matthew smiled slightly, took back his hands on Joseph's shoulders, and made the sign of the cross on his chest.