Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

I made a few phone calls and asked several researchers on Richard's list, and the replies I got were basically decisions that required careful consideration.

David was not discouraged. It was reasonable to say that digging people is not so easy.

Fortunately, he is a big dog now, and he is going to find a professional headhunting company to help.

Although money is spent like water, it comes so easily that I don't feel distressed at all.

On the other hand, Connors had good news.

After he explained the situation and sent out an invitation, Aldrezzi Killian immediately agreed and was going to come to New York immediately to join the job.

"but……"

Connors touched his head with a slightly strange expression on his face.

"But what?"

David frowned. He had learned speech comprehension in his previous life, and he understood that the key point of the passage is after the turning point.

"Killian wants us to give him a month's salary in advance. He has no money to buy air tickets." Connors said this with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"Give it to him, and I believe he will keep his promise."

David was stunned for a moment, thinking it was a big deal, but he didn't expect that Killian had fallen to this point.

A top scientist who is eligible to participate in the "Swiss Science Conference" at the end of the century really doesn't know how it got mixed up like this.

"Yes, he has no choice but us."

Conners was quite embarrassed.

At this time, Killian's desperate situation is hard to say that it is not his and Richard's future.

"Recruitment is a long-term job. I've been very busy recently and I don't have time to deal with it. I'm going to find a headhunter. In the future, if you find time to contact a headhunter, you need your professional ability to go for an interview."

David ordered: "That's it, I'll go first."

"it is good."

Connors nodded, David's decision reassured him, and he and Richard themselves planned this way.

Professional things are handed over to professional people, and the brains of scientists have always worked like this.

……

David returns to Hell's Kitchen's secret base.

On the way, he stepped into the neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen, and several hangover figures collapsed on the corner of the street. They looked drunk, and he didn't know whether they were drunk or fainted from inhalation.

In addition, in a car parked by the side of the road, someone was concentrating on making a phone call, without paying attention to the figure passing by the roadside.

The seemingly normal environment made David feel something was wrong.

He slowed down unconsciously, looked around again, and caught some unusual movements.

crunch--

He didn't startle the snake, he pushed the door in under the eyes of these people, and returned to the base room.

"Someone is watching outside."

Wesley's face was very ugly. Seeing David's first words, it was like a blow to the head, which made David suddenly realize, and then he was startled, and understood the source of what was wrong with him, which also confirmed his feeling before entering the door.

David asked solemnly: "When did those people appear? Are they coming for us?"

"I found it when I came back after I went out to purchase today."

Wesley came to the window of the room, opened the curtain a crack, looked through the window, and locked on a black car on the side of the road.

David stood beside him, and at the same time parted the curtain, and looked along through the gap.

It was among the vehicles parked on the side of the road that someone was sneakily staring in the direction of the two of them.

However, the man's eyes were not focused on the room they were in.

"These people's level is very poor, they don't look like people from the fraternity, and they lack murderous intent."

Wesley's tone was cold. After the special training of the brotherhood, he was completely transformed. At this time, he was already considered a rare master in the killer world.

The level he said was very poor. Although he couldn't simply replace it with an ordinary killer, he still had a certain degree of reference.

"Yes, they are not members of the fraternity, nor are they like killers, but more like hired thugs. They shouldn't be here for us, it's just a coincidence."

David recalled the details, also aware of this, and relaxed slightly.

If there were people sent by the Brotherhood outside, it would be impossible for Hell's Kitchen to be so peaceful at this time.

The fraternity controlled by Sloan will not show mercy to the two of them.

It will launch an attack with all its strength at the first time.

Moreover, there is no warning from Fox for the time being, and this morning even sent a signal that everything is normal and the plan is going smoothly.

"Since it's not for us, then don't worry about it."

David signaled Wesley to put down the curtain, and said with a smile, "This is Hell's Kitchen, anything can happen."

"Is there any ruthless character around here?"

Wesley was not worried about these rookie thugs. He looked back at David and asked with a frown, "Do you think they will affect us?"

"Hell's Kitchen is more like an independent kingdom of Manhattan, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Those ambitious politicians and police officers would like to blow up and rebuild here. Even if there is a disturbance here, it will not affect us."

David sneered, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, realizing that the target of the other party was most likely his neighbor.

"Are you sure you don't need to worry about it?"

Wesley asked David what he thought. He didn't want to get involved in this matter. He just wanted to deal with the Brotherhood as soon as possible and restore freedom after realizing real revenge.

"I'm sure, you just do your own thing. If these people are sensible, they will know that in Hell's Kitchen, apart from the target, you can't just attack irrelevant people... Otherwise, it's easy to provoke people they can't afford. "

Although David guessed the truth, he was careless, thinking about the same as Wesley, too lazy to get involved in this shit: "This is Hell's Kitchen, and the rules of Hell's Kitchen are more important than the law."

Wesley decided to follow David's advice, pretending not to know, and went back to the basement to assemble the bomb on his own.

The earth bomb method is relatively simple, and Cross has already made a detailed plan to break into the textile factory, and Wesley only needs to follow it, so there is no need to worry about it.

David stayed on the first floor, observing the movement outside the house, and found that there were three thugs, which should be a small gang.

One was in the car, and the remaining two were hidden among the few people lying down on the street corner outside the house.

From time to time, they cast their gazes at their own location, but they did not focus on their own location. Obviously, the target was Matt Murdoch next door to them.

"Interesting, I haven't heard of the title of Daredevil yet, this guy probably hasn't made his debut yet, but he's already so troublesome... He can actually recruit thugs, what did this guy do?"

David touched his chin, curious.

Of course, even though he caught the key, he didn't intend to intervene.

First of all, Matt Murdoch has no relationship with him, life or death does not matter.

Secondly, as Daredevil, Matt is not so easy to die, let alone be attacked so easily.

With Daredevil's super sensory ability, it's not that there are no people in this world who can sneak attack him, but it is absolutely impossible for a few ordinary thugs to exist.

……

soon.

Matt returns with sunglasses and a cane.

Wearing a gray suit and carrying a black backpack, he swayed from the end of the street towards his house, seemingly unaware of anything wrong.

In fact, anyone who is familiar with him will know that Matt's footsteps seem to be slow, but he is actually accumulating strength with every step.

At this time, Matt's keen perception told himself that there were no less than three eyes, which were firmly locking his position.

Coming from the end of the street, passing the corner first, he was accustomed to the figures lying on the ground at his feet, as if he couldn't find them because of blindness.

When he passed by and turned his back to these figures, two of them took out the daggers in their arms, stood up suddenly, and rushed towards him without hesitation, the daggers stabbed hard at the back of his heart.

Matt turned around quickly, repeatedly anticipating the two men's movements in advance, and with a sweep of his blind stick, they both fell to the ground.

boom! !

The next moment, Matt raised his foot, his big foot stretched straight, and he kicked between the two's legs mercilessly. The vital parts were severely injured, and the pain caused the two to scream miserably.

The sound echoed in the street. Passers-by subconsciously glanced back and saw a blind man wrestling with two people who fell on the ground. He looked away as usual and left without hesitation.

Seeing this, the thugs in the car were about to get out of the car to help when they saw Matt strode forward and rushed to the side of the car. The blind stick was pulled out like a whip, tearing the air, and smashed hard on the man's head. .

Swish! !

The accomplice rolled his eyes and passed out quite simply.

But the matter didn't end there. After finishing the three of them, Matt turned slightly and met David's observing eyes.

Although he can't see, his perception of prying eyes is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Seeing this, David simply opened the curtain and faced Matt face to face.

Without blushing and heartbeat, he nodded, expressing his kindness.

Matt also nodded to him, and then realized that David was not malicious, just waiting and watching, so he turned and opened the door of his house, out of David's sight, and didn't care about the three thugs who were knocked down outside the house by him.

"he is great."

At this time, Wesley did not know when he came behind David, and apparently watched Matt's fight with the thug.

"He was an orphan, his father died early, and he grew up in Hell's Kitchen."

David replied lightly, explaining why Matt was so good.

Time flies.

It only took Wesley a day to make enough bombs, and the only thing missing is the rat.

Wesley was not in a hurry, the mouse problem was easy to solve, and now the main thing to wait for was the opportunity to cooperate with Fox to eradicate all of Sloan's forces.

into the night.

David practiced the gun in the basement and thoroughly grasped the feel. Although the swing of the gun is still not effective from time to time, it can be regarded as a proficiency.

Da Da Da Da!

Suddenly, Wesley looked solemn and hurried over.

"What happened?"

"It's hard to say, you'll know when you go and see."

Wesley pointed upstairs, his expression became a little weird, as if he didn't know what to say.

David went upstairs and was slightly taken aback when he saw the figure in the living room.

At this time, Matt Murdoch's eyes were blurred, his breath was weak, and he lay motionless in the living room. The right rib in front of him was pierced by a knife, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.

If it wasn't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, David would have felt that this guy had already hit the street.

Sensing the not-so-familiar footsteps, the dying Matt opened and closed his lips, as if to say something, but no sound came out, and he fell into a coma completely.

David looked helpless and looked back at Wesley: "You let him in?"

"He knocked and I opened the door."

Wesley shrugged: "You know, I'm not a cold-blooded person. Seeing that someone might die in front of me, there will always be a trace of pity... And, I think he looks like a good person."