Matt was lucky that the bullet only grazed his thigh and did not remain in the leg muscle.
Luke quickly cleaned and bandaged Matt's wound and it was done in five minutes.
The side effect of such an efficient action is that it hurts terribly.
Matt, this straight man, couldn't help but groan a few times, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Luke didn't let him go, and while cleaning his wounds, he taunted him: "It's a good thing that you feel the pain now. You won't feel the pain if you really die. I don't know what you were thinking. You dare to show up with a reward of 10 million on you? There are at least hundreds of assassins in New York waiting for your mobile vault to show up."
Even though Matt was grimacing in pain, he was still attracted by these words: "Reward?"
"It is said that it is a revenge bounty issued by Frank D'Amico's wife because you and your companions killed her husband and son. The bounty for the five masked men, including you, totals 10 million." Luke replied.
Matt: “Huh?”
Luke: "What? Don't you have any information channels? You don't even know about this kind of important event. Now in New York, at night, there are assassins squatting on the streets, waiting for you to show up."
Matt finally came to his senses: "But... I have never killed anyone, and I don't have any companions!"
Luke shrugged, "I don't know about that. Anyway, that's what the reward says. How about you go to Damico's wife and explain that you are innocent and ask her to cancel the reward?"
Matt: … I'd be crazy to do something stupid like that.
After Luke finished pretending to be an ignorant straight man, he casually said, "I have inquired about it. The original reward was only four million, targeting the person who killed D'Amico and his son. But his wife suddenly increased it to six million the next day, and listed you, Smiley Man, Black Cat, Big Daddy and Hit-Girl as the bounty targets."
Matt's mind raced. "You mean, someone asked her to put me on the wanted list?"
Luke: "Only you know the answer. Maybe you secretly teamed up with your masked friend to kill the D'Amico father and son."
Matt was silent for a moment and shook his head: "I have no friends and I don't know them."
Luke nodded. "I think so. They wear masks to cover their faces, but you wear a woolen hood. They are invulnerable, but you get hurt easily. I don't think your friends are so stingy that they won't even give you some protective equipment."
Matt smiled bitterly: "Even if I have that kind of armor, I can't use it. It will affect my movements. Otherwise, it's easy to get a bulletproof vest."
Luke curled his lips and said, "The key is that we are poor! Don't you know that some high-grade materials can be bulletproof without affecting movement? Of course, the price of a set starting from 100,000 US dollars is not cheap."
Matt: …
Now that he knew, where could he buy clothes made of this high-quality material
Luke had finished his work by then, and he put all the sundries into the medical box and said, "This is my safe house, you can rest assured, and you can leave when you are ready."
As he spoke, he took out a prepaid mobile phone and placed it on the table next to him: "Keep this number for yourself, I will contact you in two days."
Matt: “Thank you.”
Luke waved his hand: "Don't rush out recently. Those killers have gone crazy. If you don't want them to drag your body to exchange for money, you'd better take a rest for a while."
Matt: "But, this problem has to be solved, right?"
As Daredevil, he also has to protect the Clinton area, so he can't just hide away forever.
Luke chuckled: "Do you think you're the only powerful person in New York? Are all your masked friends deaf and dumb and don't ask for information? Since this is not something you caused, won't they deal with it?"
As he said this, he patted Matt's wound, causing the guy to groan in pain.
"Young man, don't be too rough when doing good things. Learn more from your masked friends." As he said that, he walked out of the door carrying a medical box.
Matt watched him leave and relaxed.
As for the masked friend, he didn't have the energy to refute.
He realized that this puncher was deliberately using those masked men to mock him.
The other masked men do the work and he takes the blame.
Even more unfortunate was that he was blamed without realizing it and ran into the killers' trap and almost lost his life.
This is indeed something that needs reflection.
If he had been more cautious and inquired about the situation before going out, he would not have been besieged without any preparation.
Next time he will definitely look for the "informant" first and find out the situation before showing up.
Lawyer Ma was lying alone in the safe house reflecting on his mistakes, while Luke had already returned to the area where the battle had taken place previously through the sewer.
When he came out of the sewer, he changed back into his previous clothes, walked to the entrance of the alley, and got on the delivery car waiting there.
"Our vanguard has arrived, and the killers are retreating." Selina said as she moved to the co-pilot seat.
Luke hummed, "What did Dustin say?"
"He said he had already called, so we just need to hand in the report to him tomorrow," said Selina.
Hearing this, he felt relieved, stepped on the accelerator and returned to the laboratory.
After arriving home, he saved the video taken by the drone into the database. He also asked Xiao Wo to enter the stack of information given by the bartender Visuo and compare them for overlapping targets.
After taking a shower, Xiao Wo reported the good news: "Sir, seven of the people in the information you provided have a high degree of consistency with the targets in the drone footage. Four of them are marked as "rookies" in the information, two are marked as "weaklings", and one is a "bunker."
Luke was helpless.
This is the original classification method in the bartender Visuo's information.
Perhaps using words like this can make the bartender feel "super cool".
"Let me see who's that in the bunker?" he asked casually.
Xiao Wo immediately unfolded the virtual light screen in front of him.
Luke took one look and immediately laughed.
This guy was the lucky one who dodged the killer's three consecutive shots. His movements and shooting skills were indeed professional, and his level was obviously much higher than others.
Of course, the "bunker" player was finally hit on the back of the head by him and was completely finished.
He made himself a cup of tea and sat back on the sofa in the living room. "Find the identity of the killer who showed up tonight, and show me the information of the six rookies and weaklings."
Looking at the killer's introduction in the bartender Visuo's intelligence, and comparing it with the images taken by the drone, Luke basically understood the meaning of Visuo's "marks".
The killers marked as rookies are either new to the industry or have no achievements.
The killer labeled as a weakling has been in the business for some time, but the number or quality of missions completed is not enough.
The killer marked as the bunker should be considered a veteran in the industry, or even a "famous figure".
However, in the list given by Weisuo, Luke did not find the killers of the Mutual Aid Society, including the deceased Mr. X, and the ordinary killers in the textile factory.