Matt was lucky that the bullet had only grazed his thigh and wasn't lodged in his leg muscles.
Luke quickly cleaned and bandaged Matt's wound. It was done in five minutes.
The side effect of such an efficient action was that it hurt like hell.
Matt couldn't help but grunt a few times as cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Luke, however, didn't let him off. As he cleaned his wound, he didn't forget to mock him. "It's good that you know pain now. If you really die, you won't have to feel pain anymore. I don't know what you're thinking, but you still dare to come out with a ten million bounty on your head. There are at least a hundred hitmen in New York waiting for your mobile vault to appear. "
Even though Matt grimaced in pain, his attention was drawn to Luke's words. "Bounty?"
"It's said that Frank D 'Amico's wife issued a bounty for revenge because you and your companions killed her husband and son. Including you, there's a total bounty of ten million for five masked men, "Luke replied.
Matt: "Huh?"
Luke said, "What? Don't you have any information channels? You don't even know about such a big thing? Every night in New York, the streets are full of hitmen waiting for you. "
Matt finally came back to his senses. "But … I've never killed anyone, and I don't have any companions!"
Luke shrugged. "I don't know about that. In any case, that's what they said about the bounty. Why don't you explain to D 'Amico's wife that you're innocent and ask her to cancel the bounty? "
Matt … I'd be crazy to do something like that.
After pretending to be ignorant, Luke said casually, "I asked around. The initial bounty was only four million, and it was for the person who killed the D 'Amico father and son. But his wife suddenly added six million the next day and listed you, Smiling Face, Black Cat, Big Daddy, and Hit-Girl as the targets. "
Matt's mind raced. "Are you saying that someone got her to put me on the bounty list?"
Luke said, "You're the only one who knows. Maybe you secretly teamed up with your masked friends to kill the D 'Amico father and son."
After a brief silence, Matt shook his head. "I don't have any friends, and I don't know them."
Luke nodded. "I think so too. They cover their faces with masks, but you wear a woolen headgear. They're invulnerable, but you're easily injured. I don't think your friend would be so stingy as to not even give you some protective gear. "
Matt smiled bitterly. "Even if I had that kind of armor, I wouldn't be able to use it. It would affect my movements. Otherwise, it would be easy to get a bulletproof vest."
Luke snorted. "The problem is that you're poor! Don't you know that there are some high-grade materials that can be bulletproof and won't affect movement? Of course, 100,000 dollars isn't cheap either. "
Matt …
Now that he knew, where was he going to buy clothes made of such high-grade materials?
At that moment, Luke was done with his work. He put all the miscellaneous items into the med kit and said, "This is my safe house. You can rest in peace. You can leave when you're ready."
As he spoke, he took out a prepaid phone and placed it on the table next to him. "Keep this phone. I'll contact you in two days."
Matt: "Thank you."
Luke waved his hand. "Don't be in a hurry to come out for now. Those killers have already gone crazy. If you don't want them to drag your body to trade for money, you'd better rest for a while. "
Matt: "But, this problem has to be solved, right?"
As Daredevil, he had to protect the Clinton area. He couldn't hide forever.
Luke chuckled. "Do you think you're the only one who's good in New York? Are your masked friends deaf and mute and don't know how to ask for information? Since you weren't the one who caused this, won't they deal with it? "
As he spoke, he patted Matt's wound, and the guy groaned in pain.
"Lad, you can't be too careless when doing a good deed. Learn from your masked friends." He then walked out the door with the med kit.
Matt watched him leave, and his body relaxed.
As for his masked friends, he wasn't in the mood to argue.
He could tell that Puncher was deliberately using the masked men to mock him.
When the other masked men did the work, he would take the blame.
Even worse, he didn't know that he had taken the blame, and had run into the hitmen's trap and almost lost his life.
He did need to reflect on that.
If he had been more cautious and asked around before coming out, he wouldn't have been besieged unprepared.
Next time, he would definitely look for his "informant" first and ask about the situation before showing up.
Lying alone in the safe room, Lawyer Matt reflected on his mistake, while Luke had already returned to the area where the battle had taken place.
When he came out of the sewers, he changed back into his clothes and got into the car that was waiting for him at the entrance of the alley.
"Our vanguard has arrived. The hitmen are retreating," said Selina as she moved to the passenger seat.
Luke hummed in response. "What did Dustin say?"
"He said he already called. We'll just submit the report to him tomorrow," said Selina.
Relieved, Luke stepped on the accelerator and returned to the lab.
When he got home, he saved the video taken by the drone into the database. At the same time, he had Little Snail record the stack of files that Weasel had given him and compare them with the targets.
When he came out of the shower, Little Snail reported a piece of good news. "Sir, there are seven people in the information you provided that match the target in the drone image. Four of them are labeled as "rookies," two as "weaklings," and one as "blockhead."
Luke was helpless.
This was the original classification method on Weasel's files.
Perhaps such words would make the bartender feel that he was' cool '.
"Let me see who the blockhead is," he asked casually.
Little Snail immediately unfolded the virtual screen in front of him.
Luke chuckled when he saw it.
This guy was the hitman who had been lucky enough to dodge Luke's triple shot. His marksmanship was indeed professional, and he was clearly better than the others.
Of course, this "blockhead" player was punched in the back of the head in the end, and was completely dead.
Making himself a cup of tea, Luke sat back down on the sofa in the living room. "Find out the identities of the hitmen who showed up tonight. Also, show me the files on the six rookies and weaklings."
Looking at the introductions of the hitmen in Weasel's files and comparing them with the images taken by the drone, Luke basically understood what Weasel meant by these "labels."
The hitmen marked as rookies were either new to the profession or didn't have any combat records.
The hitmen marked as weaklings had been in the profession for some time, but they hadn't completed enough missions or completed enough.
As for the hitmen marked as blockheads, they should be veterans or even "famous figures."
However, Luke didn't find any hitmen from the Fraternity in Weasel's list, including the dead Mr. X and the ordinary hitmen in the textile factory.
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