Weasel hesitated for a moment before he said, "When he said that at the end, I felt a sense of danger. What exactly does he do?"
Wade said, "The police. You're not afraid of the police, are you?"
Weasel snorted. "You're doing business with a cop?"
Wade said, "He's a cop from LAPD. Why can't I do business with him?"
Weasel was stumped. "LAPD? Then why is he in New York?"
"How would I know? I'm not his wife," Wade said casually, and his wife immediately stepped on his face.
Wade pressed down on Vanessa's foot to avoid another slap. "Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up. "
Weasel said, "He won't do anything stupid, right?"
Some police officers weren't so clean.
Wade thought for a moment. "He's reasonable, and indeed very generous. What he said is true."
They talked for a while more before Weasel hung up.
Frowning and thinking for a moment, he suddenly laughed. "It's just a young man. Why am I so nervous? He's not from NYPD. He can't control me. "
Weasel wasn't afraid of NYPD himself, but it was easy for trouble to come to his bar.
Generally speaking, he wouldn't do business with NYPD. If things went wrong, problems might arise.
It was best if everyone minded their own business.
Thinking that, Weasel put aside his uneasiness about selling fake goods and happily locked the 20,000 dollars in the safe in the room behind the bar.
…
In the car, Selina flipped through the stack of files. "Are we going to look for someone based on this?"
Luke hummed in response. "Although more than half of them might not be reliable, the rest are still useful."
Selina clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Most of the people here are very ordinary. They don't look like they're worth a thousand dollars."
Luke said, "It's fine. I've always been a law-abiding person. Since I've given him the money, he has to solve the problem. If the money doesn't solve the problem, I can only do it in a way that doesn't require money. "
Selina was intrigued. "How are you going to deal with him?"
Luke said, "Give him a chance. Who knows, he might want to be a good person."
Don't blame me for not giving you a chance to be a good person! He muttered in his heart.
When that time came, Luke wouldn't mind learning from Daredevil.
As long as Lawyer Matt covered his face, there was only one way to get information, and he never paid.
Just as he was thinking this, Lawyer Matt was running away.
Matt, who wasn't as well-informed as Luke, finally came out again after his injuries were basically healed.
The community reconstruction and volunteer activities over the past few days had put him in a good mood. He decided to come out to clean up the evil and see if he could find trouble with Kingpin's forces.
After beating up two gangs of robbers, Matt went back up to the roof and crouched on the edge, listening to everything that was happening in every corner of the city.
Suddenly, he heard a voice. "Ha, I found you, Daredevil! You are mine. "
The voice came from a rooftop more than a hundred meters away.
Matt subconsciously focused his attention and heard the faint sound of metal colliding.
His heart skipped a beat. This is … a gun!
Recalling what the other party had muttered to himself, he immediately flipped over and fell into the shadows at the edge of the rooftop.
Bang!
To Matt, the sound of a gunshot reverberated through the night.
There was already a small crater on the rooftop where he had been crouching.
Matt could even clearly sense the bullet shattering and scattering with the cement shavings.
He was already used to observing the world with his ears, and was surprised at that moment. A sniper rifle?
He had clearly heard the guy who had fired just now pull the bolt, remove the cartridge, and reload the gun.
Anyone who used a sniper rifle was most likely a professional, and definitely wasn't someone the gang members he usually beat up could compare to.
For most people, automatic pistols were more practical than sniper rifles, including gang members who often played with guns.
Toilet was immediately on guard, but he was very confused. Why would a sniper be looking for him? Could it be … Kingpin?
But he had been looking for trouble with Kingpin for so long, and the most unlucky time was when he was surrounded by eight Hand ninjas.
A professional who used a sniper rifle had never appeared before.
Hit the wrong person? That was impossible.
The person who had fired clearly knew Daredevil very well, which was why he had quickly confirmed Daredevil's identity and fired decisively.
Thinking quickly, Matt used the edge of the rooftop as cover to move to the other side and quickly descended along the fire stairs.
He was going to catch this guy and ask him what was going on.
Paying attention to the sniper's movements, he circled around to the alley behind the building, crawled in through the window on the second floor, and headed straight for the rooftop.
In less than five minutes, he reached the rooftop and listened to what was going on outside. He slowed down and silently approached the sniper from behind.
When he was three meters away, he suddenly pounced forward, his whole body pressing down on the other party's body, a pair of fists punching the other party's ribs.
His attack was very sudden, and the sniper, who was crawling on the edge of the rooftop, was caught off guard. He was hit by a series of heavy punches, and four or five of his ribs were instantly broken.
The sniper was in so much pain that he wanted to curl up, but Matt was on top of him. He couldn't move and could only scream.
Matt didn't show any mercy. He smashed the man's face against the edge of the rooftop with one hand, and didn't stop with the other as he punched the man's joints.
He didn't stop until he heard the sound of bones breaking again. He grabbed the man's hair, pulled his ear to the side of his face, and asked in a low voice, "Who told you to kill Daredevil? Speak! "
The sniper was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. How could he answer his question?
Matt adjusted his body and pressed him against the edge of the rooftop.
He didn't have a target tonight, so he had plenty of time to pry open the man's mouth.
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out, and a hole exploded in the sniper's head and chest. Matt also felt something wet and sticky on his hands.
Shocked, he pulled the sniper's body in front of him and used it as a shield. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Two more gunshots rang out, and the bulletproof plate on the sniper's chest made a muffled sound, but Matt retreated to the rooftop unscathed.
Another sniper!
Matt felt that something must have gone wrong.
The shot just now definitely wasn't to kill the sniper in his hands.
Its real target was still Matt.
It was just slightly off target.
The two shots immediately proved that Matt's speculation was correct.
As expected, the second sniper was also coming for him.
Matt quickly went downstairs again, ready to launch another surprise attack and catch the second sniper to ask everything.
He really didn't believe that there would be a third sniper appearing later.
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