Chapter 210 Unspeakable Madness

Water Company Building——

Sitting on the golden throne, Link's cold eyes swept across the bustling crowd below.

The moment Link appeared, a strong sense of oppression swept across the entire venue.

Almost everyone present felt the majestic aura coming from the tall figure standing on the golden throne, which seemed to oppress these mortals to the point that they were almost unable to breathe, their breathing became heavier, and even their knees showed signs of bending.
Under the sunlight, Link on the golden throne looked even more sacred, even a little strange.
It makes people feel an inexplicable reverence and fear.

Hidden in the crowd, there was a "sight" that was watching Link closely.
A man in a suit and black sunglasses, holding a guide stick, looked through the hole under his sunglasses with his radar-like sensitive perception ability.

Matt Murdock could almost "see" the "malice" that had already condensed into substance in front of him.
It was a shadow that blocked out the sky and the sun, indescribable, emitting a deadly yet attractive strange glow, like a black hole of an extremely gravitational celestial body.

Everything around him collapsed towards Link, who was at the center, swallowing up all the light and heat.

A cold black sun hanging high in the spiritual world.

"Witchcraft, evil... hypocrisy..."

Matt Murdock muttered to himself, staring.

It seemed like a coincidence of fate. Link turned his head as if he had sensed something.
And it was at this moment that Matt Murdock felt a gaze coming from the shadow that blocked out the sky.
absolute! ! !

He saw me!!!
Fine beads of sweat soaked Matt Murdock's back, and endless panic and fear filled his heart, like the suffocation of being entangled by a python, the trembling fear,

Matt Murdock's arm holding the cane began to tremble involuntarily.
In his panic, Matt Murdock also noticed that the people around him seemed to be a little bit abnormal.
They were silent. In the huge venue, thousands of people were silent, not saying a word, staring blankly at the "god" in the air.
This strange atmosphere gradually spread, and it seemed that only Matt Murdock remained sober.
"They...are they all..."

Just as Matt Murdock was panicking, he accidentally bumped into the middle-aged man who was standing beside him in silence.

The middle-aged man who was hit was shaking. At this moment, Matt Murdock "saw" the most unforgettable scene in his life.
To be precise, he could feel the "sights" focused on him.
In such a silent conference room, the noise caused by my actions was like a stone falling into the calm water, clear and harsh.
Thousands of different faces turned around at the same time, with bright yellow and deep purple flashing in the depths of their pupils, which was strange and frightening.

The crowd gradually approached, trapping Matt Murdock in a "gap" that was just big enough for him.
Such a chaotic crowd naturally seriously disturbed Matt Murdock.
He was pushed and shoved by the crowd that surged like a tide, shouting non-stop,

"You crazy people, let me go!"

"leave me alone!"

However, this did not seem to help, and Matt Murdock was almost "drowned".
This wave-like "sea of ​​people" swept him away, like a light boat being hit wildly by the waves.

"Does he have some kind of mental illness?!"

"Isn't this Lawyer Matt? How could he become like this..."

"Sure enough, none of the people in Hell's Kitchen are good people..."

"Who knows?"

"So why would we allow a person who is suspected to be a mental patient to sneak into our venue..."

"Damn it, this is not the hot news I want!" The whispering sounds that seemed to come from the insects gnawing and crawling in the darkness entered Matt Murdock's ears, causing him pain and mental torture.

He covered his ears in pain, and blocked his ear canals with his fingers, trying to block out the evil sound.
But until the blood flowed from the fingertips, I couldn't suppress even a single sound.
Matt Murdock fell to his knees helplessly, his neat suit now in a mess of wrinkles.

"You...you were all deceived by him!?"

However, in the eyes of "everyone" in the venue, it was just a sudden,

A well-dressed man wearing sunglasses in the crowd suddenly seemed to be suffering from hysteria. He was like a madman. He kept talking nonsense, with a strange expression flashing on his face, crying and laughing.

Everyone stepped back fearfully, fearing that they would be infected by this strange disease, and soon cleared a space in the venue.

Matt Murdoch "performed" a unique "mad show" for everyone.

But this scene did not last long, as a "kind-hearted person" in the crowd dialed the emergency number.
An ambulance with the New York Mental Hospital logo printed on its side quickly came rushing over.

Two sturdy medical staff got out of the car, holding strong leather ties, and approached Matt Murdock who was twisting his body on the ground.

But obviously, they are no match for the battle-hardened Daredevil.

Matt Murdock waved the guide stick in his hand. In his eyes, these people were all humans who were bewitched and controlled, wanting to restrain and imprison him.
"Ah! He is a madman!"

"I suspect he has an extreme temper tantrum! This patient is extremely dangerous! He needs to be watched closely!"

"We can't control him!"

The bruised and beaten medical staff looked at each other helplessly, and finally a fierce light flashed in their eyes.
He turned back to the carriage, carrying two strangely shaped, long and narrow "guns".
The slender muzzle was pointed at Matt Murdock, who was still holding the guide stick.
"Whoosh-"

A sedative bullet with a thin needle hit Matt Murdock's arm.

Confused, he reached out his hand and pulled out the needle in his arm that had already injected the anesthetic into his body.

"not good……"

Matt Murdock twisted his increasingly stiff body and was about to retreat tactically.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

One tranquilizer bullet after another accurately hit Matt Murdock's limbs.
A drowsy feeling gradually filled his mind, and he waved the guide stick in his hand with all his strength.

But even this battle-hardened, hardy body could not resist the direct effects of chemical reactions.
In the last moment before closing his eyes, Matt Murdoch collapsed to the ground with only endless resentment and regret in his heart.

Link watched all this indifferently. This was just him using his [mental power], which he had gained a deeper understanding of, to construct another illusion.
After all, Link is kindhearted, and Daredevil, who is just a bit hypocritical, has never had a direct conflict with him, so his crime is not punishable by death.

Let this so-called "hero" spend his twilight years in a mental hospital.

(End of this chapter)