Ninja God in Comics

After handing the paper to Tony, Coulson said nothing and walked straight to the plane that was about to take off.

When Coulson's figure completely disappeared from the plane, Tony was still thinking about Coulson's words just now.

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

But now, Tony began to wonder if his beliefs were really right.

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After a comfortable sleep, Rogge planned to use Flying Thor to go directly to the office.

But he hesitated for a few seconds after seeing his pair of blood-red three-hooked jade writing wheel eyes.

With his current chakra volume, even if he keeps his writing wheel open twenty-four hours a day, it won't affect him.

And with the writing wheel open all the time, the whole person will look a little more handsome.

To be handsome or to be low-key, that is the question.

After thinking for a few seconds, Rogge finally made a decision.

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 simply decorated office through Flying Thor, he found a man wearing a dark gray suit and dark red sunglasses sitting on the sofa of the office.

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

Roger 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, on the surface, is a blind lawyer named Matt Murdoch, and behind the scenes, he also has an identity called Daredevil.

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

But it is only limited to meeting, and they have not had any dealings with each other.

"Hello, I'm Matt Murdoch, a lawyer!"

After teleporting to the office, Rogge did not make any sound, but Matt still sensed his arrival.

Although Matt didn't know how Rogge appeared, he heard Rogge's slow beating heartbeat.

"Roger, 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 plans, but silently waited for Matt to speak.

As time passed, the office fell into an eerie silence.

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

After more than 20 minutes, they still did not speak.

However, their silent confrontation was eventually interrupted.

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

"Hello, are you Mr. Roger?" The leading white male police officer asked Roger very politely.

The black partner next to him was stunned for this attitude of the white male police officer, but he quickly reacted.

It is said that the Rogge in front of him is a perverted murderer who slaughtered 115 gang members.

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

"Yes, I am Roger."

Although the action of the black police officer was not big, it did not escape Roger's eyes.

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

Will appear at a time like this, and with this polite and vigilant demeanor.

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

Rogge is very sure that he has never left any evidence 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.

So why are these two policemen appearing here, the answer is about to come out.

Knowing that those people in the warehouse were killed by him, apart from himself, there are only the people over there in Jinbing.

It was impossible for him to report himself, so it was only Jin Bing who reported the news to the New York police.

Rogge's guess was mostly correct, the only difference was that instead of reporting the news to the police, Kim spread the news thoroughly.

So now those who know the news are not only the police, but also the Hand Association.

"Two days ago, there was a gang fight in a warehouse next to the Hudson River, and 115 gang members died at the scene, so we hope you can come back to the police station with us, Mr. Roger, 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 no substantive evidence to prove that the case was done by Rogge, he is very clear that the possibility of Rogge being the murderer has reached more than 90%.

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

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

The white male police officer had seen the hell-like warehouse with his own eyes. He knew very well that if the seemingly harmless Rogge in front of him became mad, he and his partner would have absolutely no chance of leaving alive.

Those who died in the warehouse were not gangsters, they were ninjas of the Hand Union, and only those idiot reporters would regard the killer ninjas of the Hand union as ordinary gangsters.

"Officer, what's your name?" Rogge didn't answer his question, but asked his name.

"Jack, my name is Jack!"

When answering, Jack involuntarily used the respectful tone facing the director.

"Officer Jack, I'm a private detective, and I'm personally happy to assist the police in their investigation. After all, I'm also a person who is willing to cooperate with the police and the people. But you see, I happen to have a client here now, so..."

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

"Understood, I understand! Since you are inconvenient now, Mr. Roger, I will not disturb you. If it is convenient for you, you can come directly to our police station. Then I will not disturb 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 gently.

"Since you have admitted that I am your client, can I entrust it now?"

When the two of Jack left, Matt, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and came straight to Rogge.

"Tell me about your entrustment first, and then I will decide whether to accept your entrustment or not!"