It's already happened, and no matter how angry you are, it won't help. Frank calmed down and asked Joe, the man on the other end of the phone,

"Is that the Daredevil who haunts Hell's Kitchen a lot?"

"From what we've got, it's not."

Joe carefully observed the black figure captured in the monitor in front of him, and reported to Flac.

"Daredevil was dressed in red, and the man was dressed exactly like Batman last night. It's just that every move he makes is aimed at killing, which is completely contrary to Batman's 'don't kill' principle. ”

"Hmph. Daredevil, Spider-Man, and this pirated version of Batman. Why don't all these nosy superheroes die? ”

Frank was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone. In order to open the channel of Hell's Kitchen at one time, he spent a lot of money and thought. Just because of a superhero operation, all two million dollars were wasted.

The more Frank thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally ranted into the phone.

"Send me at least half of my men to Hell's Kitchen! Bring some big guys. It doesn't matter what Daredevil or Batman is, if you encounter them, you will beat them all into a hornet's nest! ”

Qiao on the other side of the phone nodded busily.

"Okay, Frank. I'm going to get people out and make big news right away. ”

……

Three days later.

"Those people are crazy!"

Riding on Wang Dali's electric car to pick up her, Catherine complained to him with a tight frown.

"Recently, the crime rate in Hell's Kitchen has suddenly increased, and it has even become so rampant that there are frequent shootouts with the police. In this case, the special police have not been dispatched, and our taxpayers' money has been used by the government to feed the dogs? ”

"Who knows, maybe it's going to be fed to Teddy."

Wang Dali joked at Catherine, causing the other party to roll his eyes.

"Don't Strong, Matt and Erica, and Damon and Mindy all live in Hell's Kitchen? Let them be careful these days, or come and stay with us for a while. ”

There are rooms on the first and second floors of the cottage, so it's certainly no problem to stay a few more people. But the problem is, it's okay in normal times, but at this time when superheroes are in dire need, Matt and they won't say yes at all.

Sure enough, when the two arrived home, Wang Dali called Matt in front of Catherine, but was rejected by the other party on the grounds of 'I have something to do recently' and 'I will be careful'.

The next day was the weekend, and after talking to Catherine, Wang Dali went directly to Matt's house. At this time, Erica and Matt are preparing their weapons and costumes.

In order to disguise his identity, Matt's Daredevil hood only shows the lower half of his face. And Erica directly took a spare hood from Matt and exposed the part of her eyes where she was.

"We have an operation tonight."

Matt was taking a shower, wiping down his re-customized triangular steel fork, and Erica explained to Wang.

"The latest thing was all done by the big drug lord Frank de Amick, probably because he wanted to get us around. So after discussing with Damon, we decided to just take the plan and take advantage of the fact that most of his men were outside, and raid Huanglong's base camp to get rid of this guy who had been in Hell's Kitchen lately. ”

It didn't take long for Matt, who had changed into a casual outfit, to walk out of the room.

"Let's go, let's go to Damon's together. There are some equipment that we don't have the means to get our hands on, so we need to go to him to replenish it. ”

……

Damon McCready's residence is just next block from Matt, just a ten-minute walk away.

Knocking on the door of Damon's house, it took a while for the door to open from the inside. Damon McCready, who wears glasses and looks a little similar to Johnny Blazer, smiled stiffly at several people.

"Daredevil, Erica and Mr. Strong? Welcome, please come in. ”

As soon as the three of them entered the room, Damon immediately closed the door to his house.

Damon's home is more of a small arsenal than a house.

Pistols, crossbows, daggers, butterfly knives, assault rifles, submachine guns, grenades, flashbangs, and even bazookas. From the common Glock to the rare AWP Large Sniper Rifle, from a straight long knife more than a meter long to a small dart of just a few centimeters.

Moreover, these weapons are not hidden, but are hung generously on the wall, so many that one would think that these are imitation guns as decorations, rather than real firearms.

"Wow!"

After two lifetimes, a total of nearly 40 years, Wang Dali saw the romance of so many men for the first time, and couldn't help but step forward and stroke a pistol that is quite famous all over the world, more beautiful than practical - Desert Eagle.

"For beginners, the Desert Eagle isn't really suitable."

When it comes to firearms, the expression on Damon's face is much more normal than it is in everyday conversation. He took the beautiful silver murder weapon from the wall and handed it into Wang Dali's hands.

"This gun has a lot of recoil, it weighs a lot, and sometimes it jams. Compared to the newcomer Gospel Glock, he is a very naughty child. ”

People who regularly use firearms will form a thick cocoon at the tiger's mouth. Although some athletes have it too, looking at the inside of Wang's vigorously smooth palm, Damon thinks he is clearly neither.

However, the desert eagle here has not been bulleted, so it doesn't matter if Wang Dali takes it in his hand and takes a look.

Rubbing the silver body polished by the mechanical lathe process, the obviously hand-carved handle, Wang Dali aimed the desert eagle at himself, and was about to take a look at the shape of the barrel inside, but was quickly pressed by Damon's eyes.

"No, no, no, no, Mr. Strong, please keep that in mind."

He took the Desert Eagle from Mighty and expertly dismantled it into parts one by one.

"Don't point your gun at yourself at any time, if you want to figure out what's inside, it's best to take it apart."

As he spoke, he handed over the barrel of the Desert Eagle that he had disassembled to Wang Dali, and received his gratitude.

"So, do you have a plan for today's action?"

Observing the parts of these desert eagles one by one, Wang Dali asked Damon beside him.

"My plan is to rush in, kill everyone, take all the money, light a fire big enough to burn all traces and leave."

After receiving the cursed star provided by the kind-hearted Mr. Witch Demon with his life friendship, Wang Dali's premonition of misfortune became more and more accurate. Today, he could almost see Damon's death omen burning brightly.

If the other party really acted according to this simple and crude plan, there was a ninety percent chance that they would be left there forever.