Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Most of these weapons are portable pistols, and there are more than one, with two or three of each model as spares.

The guns other than pistols are not so consistent with the identity of the killer. David has never used them, and they are temporarily displayed.

At the same time, a shooting area of ​​about 100 square meters has been opened up in the basement.

The matching target area uses upgraded decoration.

The entire house has been soundproofed, so no one from the outside world will notice that the people in the house are shooting.

In addition, in memory, David has always been cautious. When practicing guns, the muzzle of the guns has always been equipped with a silencer... For such a long time, this secret base has never aroused suspicion from outsiders.

"Thoughtful, I'm awesome."

David was very satisfied with what he had done in his memory. He took a Walter P99 with a silencer installed from the shelf and went to the shooting area to practice shooting.

Bang bang bang!

First, a few simple shots were fired, and the bullets barely hit the target.

He also recalled the memory instilled by the system, his practiced shooting method, and the action of shooting the round bullet. He took a deep breath, trying to control the acceleration of his heartbeat and activate the application of adrenaline in the blood.

Under the influence of the identity system, the setting of the movie "Wanted Order" has been mechanically copied into the Marvel world by the system.

The setting is that the application of spear throwing technique, that is, turning bullets, can only be learned by those with talents.

Of course, not everyone in the world has such a talent, and even within the fraternity, not everyone can practice spear throwing and turning bullets.

To do this trick, the heart must beat at a rate of 400 per minute, while the heart must control the rush of adrenaline into the blood.Only in this way can people's vision and reaction speed be extraordinary and achieve the effect of "bullet time".

There are very few people in the world who can do this.

However, such talents, or innate talents, are placed in human genes and can be inherited by blood.

It is precisely because of this that the Brotherhood has been able to develop and grow to this day, and each era can recruit a large number of spear talents.

This is also when Sloan and others found that they could not fight against Cross, they found Cross's son Wesley, and planned to train Wesley, who had inherited Cross's talent as the strongest killer, into a weapon, forming a father-son situation biggest cause of confrontation.

Previously, David asked Fox whether the Brotherhood had mastered the means to deal with Cross, which was to imply the existence of "Wesley".

Fox's affirmative answer not only responded to David's question, but also a warning to David.

……

call out!

Flames erupted and bullets escaped.

A bullet the size of a peanut grain passed through the barrel, piercing the air straight through, and under the treatment of the silencer, the sound of the muzzle was suppressed as much as possible.

Ding!

The bullet hit the circular target, pierced through the bull's-eye, and shot into the dead pig hanging behind the bull's-eye.

"It's right, it's a pity it's not a rounded bullet."

David looked calm.

The result did not exceed his expectations.

Spear throwing technique is extremely difficult, even if you have the relevant memory, but you need to accumulate experience, you have to go through a certain period of honing, so that practice makes perfect.

It was the first time for David to practice a gun, even if he had the memory of being a killer, it would be considered good if he could hit the target smoothly. If it was the first time to practice with a gun and hit a rounded bullet, I am afraid that even the gods of Asgard might not be able to do it.

"There is still a lot of time. I only need a few days to turn myself into a good shooter."

David was not discouraged, and continued to practice target shooting, exploring the feel of the hand. Although he was still not good enough to shoot the round bullet, he could still hit the target with a gun.

Time flies.

After concentrating on firing [-] rounds, David took a short rest and checked the time. It was getting late, so he walked out of the base to go home.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of the base, he found the neighbor next to him, who just came home, stood at the door and opened the door with a key.

Hearing the sound, the other party tilted his head slightly and turned to face himself.

David glanced at it, and then looked it over carefully, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

The other party was a brown-haired Caucasian young man who looked about the same age as him, but should be a little older by two years. He was wearing a decent black suit, black sunglasses, and a blind stick in his hand.

"Hey, hello."

David greeted: "I'm David."

"Matt."

The other party responded with a calm expression.

"Matt Murdoch?"

David raised his eyebrows and smiled richly: "I have heard of your name for a long time."

"You've heard of me?" Matt was surprised.

"A college student in Hell's Kitchen is a rare creature, let alone a J.D. student at Columbia University. Your reputation is much greater than you think." David said.

"Really? Nice to meet you." Matt nodded.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After a brief exchange, David didn't take Matt seriously.

He walked in his direction, oblivious to the fact that Matt sniffed as he passed.

A faint smell of gunpowder lingered in Matt's nostrils.

This is an extremely subtle smell, if ordinary people smell it, they will naturally not be able to smell it.

Even professionals must pass special test strips before they can conduct smoke reaction tests.

But Matt is no ordinary man.

Although he is still a little immature at this time and has not yet become the Daredevil in the future, there is no doubt that he has already started his own training journey in order to achieve a certain goal.

For him who lost his vision, the other four senses were strengthened to the extreme.

It can even create a 3D image in the brain through sound waves like a bat to observe the surroundings.

He also recalled the sound in Dai Wei's house that he had heard through hearing before.

"There is no smell of blood, the sound of gunshots with silencers..."

Matt frowned slightly.

Although it is not clear who David is, there is no doubt that David is not an ordinary person.

Of course, like David, he didn't take the other party to heart.

In Hell's Kitchen, there are many gangs, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, just catch anyone, and the other person may be a gangster in a certain neighborhood. Killing someone and shooting a gun is more like a child's play here, not worth mentioning.

……

That night.

"Mom, I'm going out tonight."

After dinner, David made a plan to solve the trouble.

"it is good."

While tidying up the dining table and preparing to wash the dishes, Marlene smiled softly and said, "Be careful, I heard from your brother that Hell's Kitchen is not peaceful recently."

"Understood, I will pay attention."

David headed to Industry City, Brooklyn.

In the memory of being a member of the Brotherhood, the textile factory of the Brotherhood headquarters is located here.

The City of Industry in Brooklyn, New York is a relatively well-known location. It is located in the Sunset Park waterfront area on 2nd Avenue and 36th Street in Brooklyn. There are 16 buildings including the Brooklyn Army Terminal, including industrial terminals, factories, and large warehouses. It is New York City The largest private industrial park in the past century.

After a hundred years of transformation, the current Sunset Park Industrial City in Brooklyn has developed into one of the most famous clusters of science and innovation industries in New York.

Brooklyn at night is still flashing with neon lights. The lights of the streets and high-rise buildings are like the shadows of the stars reflected in the city.

From the bustling scene at night, no one can tell that Brooklyn is actually one of the three slums in New York, and it is still the first.

The taxi stops in front of a castle-like building.

David got out of the car and stepped into it.

……

"Hey David, you're not welcome here!"

David was a disciple of Cross.

Now, as the strongest killer, Cross defected and started a full-scale war with the members of the fraternity headed by Sloan. Most of the fraternity members, including Sloan, marginalized David as a member who might collude with Cross. Naturally, he would not give him a good face.

"I'm also a member of a fraternity, and you have no right to fire me."

David ignored the other party's threat, stood still at the door, looked directly at the other party, and said without hesitation: "I want to see Sloan, let me go in."

"you……"

The man hesitated.

Before Cross defected to the fraternity, as the disciple of the strongest killer and the top killer of the fraternity, David had a high status in the fraternity.

Although it is definitely not as high as Sloan, the leader of the Brotherhood, it is also faintly equal to senior members such as Fox and Gunsmith, and surpasses ordinary members like them.

However, now that Cross has defected and has no backer, David is naturally like a concubine who was thrown into the cold palace by the emperor, and his status has dropped sharply.

"Let him in."

Just about to speak, a cold voice came from the headset.

The man immediately complied and moved out of the way.

Seeing this, David glanced at the surveillance camera at the door, smiled, put his right index finger and middle finger together, and swiped a horizontal line in front of his forehead to the right. His gesture was playful, and he said hello to his old friend on the opposite side of the surveillance camera.

Seeing David's performance, the person at the door frowned slightly, and watched him enter the factory.

"David, this is the second time I see you today."

Fox crossed his arms, his clothes and trouser legs were stained with oil, leaned against the railing of the circular staircase that he had to pass to reach the second floor of the factory, and looked at David calmly: "Congratulations, you have made a correct decision. "

"Yes, it would be the right decision."

David nodded.

He didn't mean to talk to Fox, he walked past Fox and boarded the circular staircase leading to the second floor.

At this time, I smelled the strong smell of engine oil on Fox.

"Oh, Americans."

David curled his lips and arrived at the room on the second floor.

This is Sloan's exclusive office.

Boom boom boom!

He knocked on the door politely, and without waiting for the other party's consent, he pushed the door open and entered.

"Long time no see, Sloane."

The current leader of the fraternity, Sloan, is a black old man in his 60s.

At this time, the black old man was sitting at the table reading a book, very engrossed.

It was a Bible, David noticed.

Sloan closed the pages of the book, cast his gaze, and smiled slightly: "David, I'm glad you made the right choice."

David looked at Sloan and found that he was the same as he remembered, and did not look similar to the actor in the original movie, Morgan Freeman, so he lost his mind to continue observing.

"I have no intention of being your enemy, Sloan."

He seemed a little upset, and looked at Sloan: "Of course, I don't want to die either. Especially if I die at the hands of my former colleagues. Don't you think that what you do is against the creed of the organization?"

"David, you're a smart man."

Sloan didn't seem to understand the sarcasm in David's words, and his tone was indifferent: "Smart people do smart things. I don't think you came to me just for verbal attacks."

David did not carry a weapon, which is a sign of sincerity.

If it was normal, Sloan, as the leader, would not tolerate any offense from David.

But now that the enemy is at hand, Sloan doesn't care what David has to say, only what David is going to do.

"If you're here for a partnership, you know what to do."

Sloan did not say how it would have ended if David hadn't come to seek cooperation.

In fact, both parties knew that David's appearance in the textile factory was an expression of attitude.

"Okay, I know where Cross is."

Just as Sloan thought, David swallowed what he wanted to say, regained his composure, and said simply: "But, I have one condition."

"Tell me." Sloan said blankly.

"5000."

David stretched out a palm in front of Sloan, separated his five fingers, and greed burst out from the depths of his eyes: "I want 5000 million, and it will be credited immediately."

"Aren't you afraid to take money if you have money, but spend it if you don't have life?"

Sloan frowned slightly, with a fierce look in his eyes.

He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that David would dare to blackmail himself in this situation.

"If it's all about death, I have to die with value."

Not to be outdone, David met his gaze.

The four eyes met, and there seemed to be lightning in the air, and the time in the room seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point in an instant.

At this point, David's voice continued.

"Besides, whether you get the money or not is your business, and whether you have life flowers is my business."