A few days later, New York under the night.

The weak lady magician was walking on the streets of Hell's Kitchen in a casual dress.

Half a year is enough for the city of New York to recover from the disaster.

At least in this city, there are no traces left by that disaster.

Hell's Kitchen was also affected by the chaos of the day, and this worst neighborhood in Manhattan was smashed by beams and bullets from the sky, but it was also a blessing in disguise.

When rebuilding the city, the city hall had been delayed for a long time, and the renovation project for Hell Kitchen also took this opportunity to start.

A real estate tycoon named Wilson Fisk contracted the job. It is said that he was also born in Hell's Kitchen and wanted to take this opportunity to contribute to his hometown.

However, there are rumors that the background of the businessman Fisk is not simple.

He seems to have connections with some local gangs.

When I made a fortune before, I also used improper means to make profits.

During the process of renovating Hell Kitchen, his construction company seemed to have had some conflicts with the locals.

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Zatanna.

She is not from New York.

She put her hands in the pocket of her windbreaker, and amid the crisp sound of her high heels hitting the ground, she walked along the rebuilt road, attracting the attention of many men along the way.

A girl with a beautiful face, a perfect figure and a super-human temperament can get such treatment anywhere.

This is natural.

Zatanna had long been used to the weird gazes of those men, but she didn't care.

“St. Matthew’s Church…”

Zatanna stood under the street light at a street intersection, raised her head and looked at the quaint and solemn cathedral in front of her.

After confirming that this was where Merlin hid the Horcrux, she looked around and reached out to throw a magic on her body, then stepped out her long legs and walked into the church.

It was already very late, so there were not many people in the church.

Several nuns were wiping the icons in front of the church, and on the seats behind the church, several believers were praying.

Zatanna walked on the steps, and she wanted to find Father Paul as soon as possible.

“Huh?”

When Miss Magic turned around, she unexpectedly saw someone close to Merlin.

Matt Murdoch.

Meilin's adopted son.

A young man with sunglasses and a blind guide stick had a handsome face, but there was not much smile on his face.

"How could he be here?"

Zatanna muttered, she did not go near Matt, she found a nun who was sweeping the floor, and she asked softly:

"Hello, ma'am, I'll look for Father Paul for some personal matters."

"Hello."

Sister Maji, disturbed by Zatanna, looked up and the nun with a cross on her neck smiled at Zatanna, and she whispered:

"Father Paul is not in New York now."

"Um?"

Zatanna blinked and said:

"Where did he go?"

"A month ago, the priest was invited to attend a church parade in North America."

Sister Maggie cut a cross on her chest, and she explained:

"This event lasts four months, and those respected people are visiting thousands of monasteries in North America. I don't know where the priest is now."

"But if you have an urgent matter, I can give you his phone number."

"Um..."

Zatanna was a little hesitant.

After learning about Merlin's farewell, she knew that there were really gods in this world, and Merlin also told her to be careful.

After thinking for a while, she glanced at the icon in the church and smiled at the nun.

She said:

"It's not a big hurry. I'll come and visit you after the priest comes back. I'm really troubled you, ma'am."

"It doesn't matter."

Sister Maggie smiled, then lowered her head and continued to clean the church.

It's like a sincere person.

Zatanna walked out of the church a little depressed.

She could guess that it was not easy to find Merlin's Horcrux, but the simplest task was not good at getting started, which still made Miss Magic feel a malice.

It's like malicious intentions from the world.

"Go to Raccoon City to have a look?"

Zatanna walked on the street, thinking about what she would do next, but while passing by a dark alley, Miss Magic suddenly stopped.

She turned her head and looked at the deep dark alley, and she could feel a battle was going on.

It's deep in the dark alley.

She didn't want to worry about it, but Matt Murdoch's breath was there.

"Swish"

Zatanna's figure disappeared from the spot and when it appeared again, she came to the place where the battle was going.

She stood under a hidden wall and looked at the warring parties in front of her.

A group of dressed gangsters with messy tattoos on their bodies and holding messy weapons in their hands, and their bodies were filled with the momentum of a miscellaneous army.

They seemed to have just smashed the glass window of a shop and were about to grab something out, but were stopped by an unexpected visitor.

A voluntary policeman.

He was wearing a black sweater, black pants, combat boots, and a white bandage wrapped around his fists.

The strangest thing is that he was wearing a black hat, which was pulled down to cover his eyes, as if he didn't need the gaze of his eyes to fight.

The man in black, besieged by several gangsters, was agile and looked vibrant from one punch and one kick.

The gangsters were merciless and smashed the weapons in their hands frantically at the man in black.

But the man in black seemed to have the ability to predict the uncertainty. Whenever the weapon fell, he could dodge the difference between a slight difference and then fight back with a more ruthless counterattack.

With 1 to 6, this is indeed an unfair battle.

The six people have to find some helpers to deal with this strange voluntary policeman.

"Matt Murdoch."

Zatanna looked at the man in black who was jumping back and forth in the darkness in front of her, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Melin, Meilin, I knew there would be no normal people around you... Even the one who looks the most normal is not normal."

Miss Magician didn't mean to help.

On the one hand, a spellcaster used magic to beat the gangster to a bad style.

On the other hand, Matt doesn't need her help either.

After a few minutes, Matt picked up a blood-stained baseball bat from the ground and shook his head without turning it back.

The last gangster who escaped in fear had just taken a few steps when he was hit to the ground by the baseball bat that flew over.

The chaotic streets restored peace.

Matt stood gasping in the middle of a pile of knocked people, a little tired.

"Who is here! Come out!"

Matt's ears moved, and he turned his head and looked in the direction of Zatanna hiding. Facing a blind man, Miss Magician didn't need any disguise.

She clapped her hands and walked out of her hiding place, as if cheering for Matt's performance.

Matt quietly clasped a thing on his waist that looked like a helping device. It was difficult for the visitor to tell whether it was an enemy or a friend, but his instinct was telling him that the visitor was very dangerous.

At least he can't deal with it.

But the next moment, when Zatanna was close enough to Matt, his nose suddenly moved.

He smelled the violet perfume on Zatanna.
To be continued...