Weisuo hesitated and said, "When he said that last thing, I felt a sense of crisis. What on earth does he do?"
Wade: "Police, you are not afraid of the police."
Upon hearing this, Wei Suo said, "You're doing business with the cops?"
Wade: "He's a lapd cop, why can't I do business with him?"
Weisuo was stunned: "LAPd, then why did he come to New York?"
"How should I know this? I'm not his wife." Wade said casually, and was immediately kicked in the face by his wife.
Wade held down Vanessa's feet to avoid being slapped in the face again: "Anything else? No problem, I'm hanging up now."
Weisuo: "He won't do anything rash, will he?"
Some police officers' methods are not so clean.
Wade thought for a moment and said, "He's reasonable, and really generous. What he said is true."
The two spoke a few more words before Visuo hung up the phone.
He frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly laughed: "He's just a young man, why should I be so nervous? He's not from NYPD, he can't control me."
Wiseau himself is not very afraid of NYPD, but his bar is very easy to get into trouble.
Generally speaking, he would not do business with people from NYPD, as problems might arise if he was not careful.
It's best if everyone keeps to themselves.
Thinking of this, Visuo put aside his uneasiness about selling fake goods and happily locked the twenty thousand US dollars into the safe in the room behind the bar.
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In the car, Selina flipped through the large stack of information and asked, "Shall we look for someone based on this information?"
Luke hummed, "Although most of them may be unreliable, the rest are still somewhat useful."
Selina clicked her tongue twice and shook her head, "Most of the people here are average, and don't look like they're worth a thousand dollars for their information."
Luke: "It's okay. I've always been a rule-abiding person. Since I've paid him, he has to solve the problem. If he takes the money and doesn't solve the problem, then I can only try a different way that doesn't require money."
Selina was interested: "How are you going to deal with him?"
Luke: "Give him a chance. Maybe he wants to be a good person too."
Don't blame me for not giving you a chance to be a good person! He muttered in his heart.
When the time comes, Luke wouldn't mind learning from Daredevil.
Lawyer Ma only has one way of asking for information, as long as he covers his face, and he never pays.
Just as he was thinking this, Lawyer Ma was fleeing in a panic.
Matt, who was not as well-informed as Luke, finally came out to perform again after his injuries were basically healed.
The community reconstruction and volunteer activities in the past few days have put him in a good mood, so he decided to come out and clean up the crime and see if he can cause trouble for Jin Bing's forces.
After luckily beating up two groups of thugs who were robbing women, Matt went back to the roof and squatted beside the terrace, listening to everything that happened in every corner of the city.
Suddenly, a voice was caught by his ears: "Ha, I found you, Daredevil! You are mine."
The sound came from the rooftop of a building more than a hundred meters away.
Matt subconsciously turned his attention over and heard a slight sound of metal colliding and rubbing.
His heart tightened: This is... a gun!
Thinking of the other party's mumbling just now, he immediately turned over and fell into the shadow under the edge of the roof.
Bang!
A gunshot, extremely obvious to Matt, echoed in the night air.
There was a small hole on the rooftop where he had been squatting.
Matt could even clearly feel the bullet breaking and scattering along with the cement chips.
He had long been accustomed to observing the world with his ears, but he was also surprised at this moment: sniper rifle
He heard clearly the guy who had just fired the gun pulling the bolt, ejecting the shell, and reloading the gun.
Those who use sniper rifles are most likely professionals, and are definitely not comparable to the gang members he usually beats up.
For most people, automatic pistols are more practical than sniper rifles, including gang members who often play with guns.
Ma Toilet immediately became alert, but was very confused: Why would a sniper target him? Could it be... Kingpin
But he had been causing trouble for Kingpin for so long before, and the worst time he had was when he was besieged by eight Hand-Gathering ninjas.
There has never been a professional using a sniper rifle.
Wrong person? That's impossible.
The man who fired the shot obviously knew Daredevil well, which allowed him to quickly determine his identity and shoot decisively.
Matt's mind was racing. He had already moved to the other side, using the edge of the roof as cover, and was quickly descending along the fire escape staircase.
He wanted to catch this guy and find out what was going on.
Keeping his ears alert for the sniper's movements, he made a small circle and found his way to the alley behind the building. He got in through the window of the second-floor stairwell and headed straight for the roof.
In less than five minutes, he reached the rooftop, listened attentively to the noise outside, slowed down his pace, and approached the sniper silently from behind.
From three meters away, he pounced on him, pressed his whole body on him, and punched him in the ribs with his fists left and right.
His attack was sudden. The opponent who was climbing on the edge of the roof was caught off guard and was hit by a series of heavy punches. His ribs made a series of cracking sounds and four or five of them were broken in an instant.
The sniper wanted to curl up in pain, but Matt pressed him down and he could not move. He could only scream.
Matt showed no mercy. He smashed the man's face against the edge of the roof with one hand, and without stopping, he punched the man's joints with his other hand.
He didn't stop until he heard the crackling sound of the other person's hands breaking bones. He grabbed the man's hair, pulled his ear to the side of his face, and asked in a low voice: "Who asked you to kill Daredevil? Tell me!"
The sniper was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe, so how could he answer his questions
Matt adjusted his body and pressed it against the edge of the roof.
He didn't have any target tonight, so he had plenty of time to slowly pry open the man's mouth.
Bang! Puff!
Two gunshots rang out, and a hole exploded in the sniper's head and chest. Matt also felt a wet, hot and sticky liquid splashing on his hands.
Shocked, he suddenly pulled up the body of the sniper in front of him and used it to block himself.
Bang! Puff!
Two more gunshots were heard, and the sniper's chest bulletproof plate made a muffled sound, but Matt retreated to the rooftop unharmed.
Another sniper!
Matt felt that something must be wrong.
The shot just now was definitely not intended to kill the sniper in his hand.
Its real target is still Matt.
It's just a little off.
The next two shots immediately proved the correctness of Matt's speculation.
As expected, the second sniper was also targeting him.
Matt quickly went downstairs again, preparing for another surprise attack to capture the second sniper and find out everything.
He really didn't believe that a third sniper would appear later.
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