Chapter 49 I Probably Won’t Keep a Cat
"Yes, it's as bad as you think, Peter. Maggie is dead. She's been sitting by the window for days. She has no family, so there's no one to look after her or her cats."

Peter had already thought about Uncle Ben who pushed the door open and witnessed what a brutal scene.

The body of the woman named Maggie must have been bitten to pieces by a cat.

"That's enough, Ben. The following story is not something a teenager can accept."

Aunt May interrupted Uncle Ben at the right moment.

"Perhaps you're right, May."

Uncle Ben nodded in agreement with Aunt May. He shrugged at Peter and said, "This is too dark a topic. I have to consider your age, Peter. Otherwise, you will have a nightmare tonight."

"but."

Uncle Ben changed the subject and said, "I can tell you a little bit of the story behind it."

"Uh-huh, so what happened next, Uncle Ben?"

"Maggie's body was found, but the cats were not dealt with."

Uncle Ben took a sip of coffee and continued, "As a result, they continued to multiply and became a considerable army. The house became a paradise for those wild cats."

"People were so annoyed that someone set fire to the house and burned down the cats."

Uncle Ben finally added: "This is the story of my time as a paperboy. It doesn't sound like a very good experience."

"Ah."

Peter nodded in agreement. "This is indeed a thriller story."

He could even imagine the crackling sound of the flames and the heart-wrenching screams of the wild cat as the house was set on fire.

"You always go off topic, Ben."

Aunt May said to Uncle Ben unhappily, "We are talking about household expenses."

"It's not my fault."

Uncle Ben said he felt wronged, "You were the one who brought up this topic first."

"Well, you always make sense. Because of your story, I now have a bad impression of cats, so."

Aunt May looked at Peter and said in a very serious tone, "Peter, if you want to have a cat, I will refuse."

"Having a cat?"

Peter didn't expect Aunt May to think of this. Did his predecessor ever mention the idea of ​​raising a cat to Aunt May?
He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't have such an idea."

"Don't you like cats?"

"Yes, I don't like cats."

"Meow!"

A cold wind blew over the dark city buildings.

Evil birds circled through the darkness, making disgusting noises.

In a remote alley near the City Hall, several black cats were looking for food in the trash cans.

As winter approaches and the temperature gets colder, it becomes increasingly difficult for these stray animals to find food.

Suddenly!

A dark shadow broke the silence of the night.

A black shadow, as nimble as a cat, swooshed past the top of the alley.

The frightened black cat let out a shrill meow, jumped out of the trash can, and looked up vigilantly.

But he found that there was no living creature above his head.

The black cat with limited IQ called out a few times in doubt, licked its paws, and started jumping into the trash can to look for food again.

The next day, early in the morning.

New York City Mayor's Office.

"Mr. Murdoch, no trace was found. Everything was completely wiped out."

The burly man in a suit reported to the young man in a black suit standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the office.

After hearing the report from his men, he turned around, and a light flashed in his red sunglasses. The young man in red sunglasses holding a guide stick was the blind man Peter had seen in the hospital.

Matt Murdoch is a lawyer by profession, but he is also known as "Matt Murdoch".

"No evidence, not even the vaguest, was ever found concerning the thief."

The men searched the area for a long time, even using all possible surveillance equipment, but they could not find the thief.

The office of the mayor of New York City was robbed, but there was no trace of the thief.

This caused the people who were ordered to investigate to feel quite frustrated.

"I don't understand why the thief would steal the mayor's belt when there are obviously more valuable things here."

The subordinate asked Matt in confusion.

"That's not surprising."

Matt adjusted his tie and said slowly, "Some thieves are not interested in money. They only steal things that cannot be locked and that the owner cannot get back."

As he spoke, he walked out.

He was sent to investigate the mayor's theft case, but now he left without saying goodbye. His subordinates followed him with some confusion.

"Sir, do you not need to continue investigating?"

"No, I already know who this thief is."

Matt opened the door and said to his men, "She's just a thief with ridiculous ideas. Don't pay attention to her. We have more important things to do right now."

"clear."

His men immediately followed his steps.

Matt Murdoch returned to the law firm and began a busy day.

His job is not to handle lawsuits and commission requests like an ordinary lawyer, but to deal specifically with troubles against his employer's company.

Retrieving the tape from the filing cabinet, he placed it into the recording device.

Noisy and chaotic sounds instantly came out from the device.

Although it sounded extremely chaotic, he listened very carefully.

Every tiny detail will be captured by him.

The audio he played, if Peter were here, he would realize that it was the audio of the Midtown High School football field tragedy.

At the beginning, there were sounds of cheering and celebration, the cheerleaders’ excited shouts, and the sound of fireworks bursting.

Then something unexpected happened, and as the murder suspect entered the scene, the noise in the playground turned into panicked shouting.

Matt listened to the tape and quickly identified the key points.

"Gwen Stacy again?!"

Whispering the name, he pressed the pause button on the recording device.

The employer he worked for had close cooperation with the Hand.

The murderer who caused the Midtown High School massacre was from the Hand, so he investigated everything in detail.

Frank's mutation is closely related to the "beast" of the Hand.

After the mutation, Frank possessed powerful strength. Would he really be killed by Gwen Stacy who had no power at all?
He was very suspicious about what happened in the meantime.

Who is it?

Matt wanted to get relevant information from the New York Police Department, but the rigid George Stacy refused to reveal any information to him.

Standing up, he turned his gaze to the window.

As his eyes felt the stimulation of the strong light, his cell phone suddenly rang.

After picking up the phone and listening to a few words, his expression became serious.

"I'll be there soon."

(End of this chapter)