”The devil with a fake smile holds the Golden Fleece

Who knows that the punishment under the moon is coming

Avalanches, gales, riots, earthquakes, ulcers, sandstorms

When the six disasters come together

I will take back the badge of honor that does not belong to you

Sincerely, Phantom Kid”

New York, Commissioner George’s house.

George was thinking about the teaser letter Kid sent them, and couldn’t fall asleep.

”Dad, what are you reading? Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?”

At this time, his daughter Gwen came by his side.

”Gwen, daddy has to work, you have to go to school tomorrow. Go to bed quickly. A good girl shouldn’t stay up this late.”

George smiled gently and patted her daughter on the head.

”Is that your job?”

Gwen’s big cute eyes were wide open, as she glanced at the card in George’s hand.

”That’s not something you should care about, little sweetheart. All you need to do now is to sleep well, it’s getting too late.”

George picked up Gwen and carried her into the bedroom with a carefree giggle.

Only when Gwen was asleep did George return to the study and examine the teaser letter.

”The Golden Fleece …”

Once the Golden Fleece was mentioned, George thought of the very famous and rare treasure in Greek mythology, the Golden Fleece, which means wealth, and also symbolizes adventure and indomitable will, as well as ideals and the pursuit of happiness.

In other words, this should be the goal of Phantom Kid.

But …

”What exactly does the Golden Fleece mean and who is the smiling devil?”

Although Phantom Kid only concerns himself with a variety of gems, precisely the valuable large ones, even without reading the teaser letter, one is most likely to think of his next target to be a gem as well.

But the problem is that New York has had three jewelry fairs held by different groups in recent months, as well as a major diamond auction, each with its own grand finale gem.

These four venues are held in four disconnected districts of New York, and who knows which one of them Phantom Kid has his eye on.

George knew that he had to decipher the contents of the teaser letters as soon as possible, otherwise each show would have to be arranged for protection, and that would waste a lot of police power.

According to the first three Kid teaser letters, it can be seen that the key to cracking his riddle resides in only one or two codes, hidden within the entire teaser letter.

The last letter was fairly easy to deal with. Through Queen Elizabeth, one could quickly associate the contents of the letter to the Twelve Knights of the Round Table of Britain.

But the United States has almost no sort of well-known native mythology. Even if there is much folklore, it is not systematically used in daily life.

After all, the country’s founding time is less than three hundred years, how can Americans establish historical and cultural heritage?

And the six disasters, is there such a thing?

George only knows that God has seven disasters.

Avalanches, hurricanes, riots, earthquakes, festers, sandstorms …

Are these things really connected?

What’s even stranger is that the NYPD hasn’t received any calls from the victims targetted by Kid, because he didn’t send them any notice. Or is it that the victims do not want to call the police?”

There is too much to figure out.

After thinking about it for a long time, George decided to call and ask…

On the other side, Mathison followed the ventilation duct and finally got a preliminary understanding of the internal structure of the Wilson Building.

He did not bother himself with the other floors. The charity gala is held on the 21st floor, and this entire floor will be almost exclusively used for the venue of the gala.

There is even more space for reporters to film, as well as ballrooms, tables, audience seating, and podiums.

It looks like it can hold more than three thousand people at a time.

You don’t have to think about it to know that not many of the real high-class people will come. This so-called ‘charity party’ is just a show.

  Most of the people who would come were probably only Kingpin’s men.

And it is likely that the reporters had been bribed by him again.

”If I’m not careful enough with this one, I might get 3,000 guns pointed at me.”

Mathison rubbed his chin, thinking.

”There are two monitors set up in each of the four corners, and there are almost no dead ends…”

”Heh, is Kingpin uniquely confident or what? There is actually no trace of any set-up mechanisms here at all… but yeah, who the hell in this world would dare to steal from Kingpin besides me anyway?”

At first, he thought the environment here would be very dangerous and complicated, but in the end, he found that it was too monotonous.

”It seems that there will be no need for me to step on here in the next few days…”

After simulating the entire building’s structure in his head once, Mathison intended to leave directly.

Before moving on, he first quietly went to Kingpin’s office, then shot a card with a speed that no monitor could capture, and firmly inserted it into Kingpin’s desk.

Instead of returning to the rooftop, he went straight down the fork in the ventilation duct, landing directly on the first floor, and then around to the back of the Wilson Building.

There just happened to be the exit of the ventilation ducts.

”Phew!”

However, just as Mathison climbed out of the vent, he heard a slight wind noise.

Mathison’s eyes flashed, his hands and feet exerted force at the same time, and he burst out of the ventilation duct in an instant.

Only Mathison’s body was out of the alley. The white clothes stained with rust remained at the mouth of the pipe and was hit by a stick thrown from nowhere.

Mathison landed and looked back. His body has been replaced with another set of phantom kid costumes.

What attacked him just now was a short red baton with a long rope tied at the end. From the sound just heard, it can be concluded that the attacker did not put too much force in it; it was as if an ordinary person had thrown a rod. Receiving this blow on the head would cause a brief coma at best.

But obviously, to appear in this place at this point of time, it is impossible that it was thrown by an ordinary man.

The attack just now was rather a warning.

”You’re not one of Kingpin’s men. Why did you sneak into the Wilson Building late at midnight?”

Along with a low voice, a man in red tights stepped out from the shadows.

”And why, yourself, are you here then?”

Mathison asked back rhetorically. He recognized the man in front of him as Daredevil, a street hero who was hard to locate.

He knew that Daredevil and Kingpin were archnemeses, and it was only natural that Daredevil would come near the Wilson Building to patrol. But with what had just happened, it was clear that Matt had been waiting for him here early in the morning.

”I noticed you from the moment you glided in the sky towards the Wilson Building.”

Daredevil had no intention of hiding what he knew.

”I could feel the wind shifting, and the air currents as you glided made your presence hardly unnoticeable, especially when I realized you wanted to be here.”

”At first I thought you were some fresh meat Kingpin hired, but he usually doesn’t recruit new people at will unless he’s planning another big move. And so, I followed behind you. But now that I caught you sneaking into his building, I can say surely that you’re not one of his subordinates.”

”Well, can you explain how you knew I was coming out of this duct, and why did you attack me just now?”

Mathison suddenly found it interesting that Daredevil was blind, which means he should now be unaware of his identity as Phantom Kid.

”My sense of hearing also differs from that of normal people; I heard all the noises you made in the ventilation ducts. With a bit of my ‘sound’ judgement, I can tell where you will come from.”

”The ventilation ducts explain it all. If you were not a stranger here, you would not have taken them.”