Chapter 946 Big Customer, Grab Business? (1 more)
Viso hesitated and spoke, "When he finally said that, I felt a sense of crisis, what the hell was he doing? β
Wade: "Police, you're not afraid of the police, are you?" β
Hearing this, Viso said, "Why are you doing business with the strips?" β
Wade: "He's a LAPD sliver, why can't I do business with him?" β
Viso was stunned: "LAPD, then why did he come to New York?" β
"How do I know this, I'm not his wife." Wade casually said that he was immediately stepped on in the face by his wife.
Wade pressed Vanessa's foot to avoid being slapped in the face again: "Is there anything else?" It's okay, I'm hanging. β
Viso: "He's not going to mess around, is he?" β
Some police methods are not very clean.
Wade thought for a moment: "It's reasonable, and it's really generous, what he said is really true." β
The two spoke a few more words before Viso hung up the phone.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, he suddenly smiled: "It's not just a young man, why am I so nervous." He's not from the NYPD, so he can't control me. β
Viso himself isn't much afraid of the NYPD, but he's prone to trouble at the bar.
Generally speaking, he doesn't do business with NYPD people, and if he doesn't get it right, there will be problems.
It is best for everyone to have well water and river water.
Thinking of this, Viso put aside the uneasiness of selling fakes, and locked the 20,000 US dollars in the safe in the room behind the bar.
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In the car, Selena flipped through the large stack of information: "Let's go to find someone according to this information?" β
Luke snorted: "Although most of them may be unreliable, the rest is still somewhat useful." β
Selena sighed twice, shook her head, and said, "Most of the people here are very ordinary, and they don't seem to be worth a thousand dollars in information fees." β
Luke: "It's okay, I've always been a rule-talker. Since the money was given, then he had to solve the problem. If I take the money and it doesn't solve the problem, then I can only change the way to not need money. β
Selena was interested: "How are you going to clean him up?" β
Luke: "Give him a chance, maybe people want to be a good person." β
Don't blame me for not giving you a chance to be a good person! He muttered to himself.
At that time, Luke didn't mind learning Daredevil.
As long as Lawyer Ma covers his face, there is only one way to ask for information, and he never gives money.
Just as he was thinking this, Lawyer Ma was running away in embarrassment.
Matt, who is not as well-informed as Luke, finally came out again after his injuries were basically healed.
In the past few days, community reconstruction and volunteer activities have made him feel very good, and he decided to come out to clean up the evil, and by the way, see if he can find trouble with the gold and forces.
As luck would have beaten up two gangs of thugs who robbed women, Matt got back on the roof and crouched on the rooftop, listening to what was happening in all corners of the city.
Suddenly, a voice was caught in his ear: "Ha, I've found you, Daredevil!" You are mine. β
The sound came from the roof of a building more than a hundred meters away.
Matt subconsciously cast his attention to it, and heard the sound of subtle metal clashing and rubbing.
His heart tightened: this is ...... Gun!
Linked to the other party's muttering just now, he immediately rolled over and fell into the shadows under the edge of the rooftop.
Bang!
For Matt, the sound of a very obvious gunshot echoed through the night sky.
There was already a small pit on the roof floor where he was squatting just now.
Matt could even clearly perceive the warhead shattering and scattering with the cement debris.
He, who has long been accustomed to observing the world with his ears, is also surprised at the moment: sniper rifles?
The guy who shot just now, pulled the bolt, withdrew the cartridge case, and reloaded the action, he heard it clearly.
There is a high probability that those who use such things as sniper rifles are professionals, and they are definitely not comparable to the gang members he usually beats.
Automatic pistols are more practical than sniper rifles for most people, including gang members who often play with guns.
The toilet immediately raised its vigilance, but it was very confused in her heart: how could a sniper find her, could it be...... Kim and?
But he had been in trouble for so long before, and the most unlucky time was when he was besieged by eight Hand Ninjas.
Professionals with sniper rifles, never appeared.
Hit the wrong person? That's impossible.
The man who fired the shot obviously knew Daredevil well, so he quickly determined his identity and shot decisively.
Matt's heart was racing, and the man had moved to the other side under the cover of the edge of the rooftop, and quickly descended down the fire staircase.
He's going to grab this guy and ask what the hell is going on.
Keeping an eye on the sniper's movements, he made a small half-circle around the alley behind the building, and slipped through the window of the stairwell on the second floor to the roof.
In less than five minutes, he touched the rooftop, listened intently to the movement outside, slowed down, and silently leaned behind the sniper.
Three meters away, he pounced, the whole person pressed on the opponent, and a pair of fists opened the bow left and right, slamming the opponent's ribs.
His attack was sudden, and the opponent who was crawling on the edge of the rooftop was defenseless, and was hit by a series of heavy punches, and his ribs made a series of clicking and shattering sounds, and four or five were broken in an instant.
The sniper was so painful that he wanted to curl up, but he was pressed against Matt, unable to move, and could only scream.
Matt showed no mercy, slamming the man's face on the edge of the roof with one hand, and the other hand did not stop, slamming the joints of the opponent's hands.
It wasn't until he heard a few clicks of broken bones in the other man's hands again that he stopped, grabbed the man's hair, pulled his ears to the side of his face, and asked in a low voice, "Who told you to kill Daredevil?" Say! β
The sniper was out of breath in pain, where could he answer his question.
Matt adjusted his body and pressed it against the edge of the roof.
He didn't have a predetermined goal tonight, and there was time to slowly pry open this man's mouth.
Bang bang! Poof!
Two gunshots rang out, and a hole exploded in the sniper's head and chest, and Matt felt a hot and wet patch of stickiness on his hands.
Frightened, he jerked up the corpse of the sniper in front of him and stood in front of him.
Bang bang! Poof!
Two more gunshots rang out, and the sniper's chest bulletproof plate rattled, but Matt retreated to the roof unscathed.
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Sniper again!
Matt thought 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 Matt's guess correct.
The second sniper, sure enough, was also aimed at him.
Matt quickly descended the stairs again, ready for another surprise attack, grabbing the second sniper to ask for everything.
He really didn't believe it, and a third sniper would come out later.
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