"Last night?"

Wilson's eyes flashed slightly, his face did not change, and his tone was flat: "I met with Pushkin and talked about cooperation. ”

"Just talking about cooperation, not doing anything else?"

Susan stared at the underground overlord of New York in front of her, and there was no fear on her face.

As a staff member of the CIA's Operations Division, she has seen many vicious criminals, and she has official power to support her, so she does not fall behind in front of Wilson, and has a heroic spirit that does not let her eyebrows go.

"Why don't you tell me what else I've done?"

Wilson seemed to be smiling, looking at the old woman in front of him who was nearly sixty years old, her face was full of elegant traces of time, and the wrinkled old woman spoke softly, but her tone was extremely tough, even if she knew that the other party was CIA, representing the official, she did not back down.

"You say, I listen, if yes, I'll admit it, how?"

"Brooklyn, Supermarket, FBI, McCall......"

Susan coldly spit out a few words, not in a sentence, but she had already told everything she wanted to say and ask.

"It's not about me."

Wilson listened, but his face remained unchanged.

The bullseye standing next to him also had a serious expression, and from the time he entered the reception room until now, he had an expression, like a wooden man, as if he was not the one who did the work with McCall last night.

"We talked to the FBI, and we found a dart at the scene. At the same time, McCall's body was examined, and he had scars on his palms that had been pierced by darts...... In all of New York, the best people at using darts are your men. ”

Susan said, her gaze like a needlepoint, suddenly turned to the bull's-eye, and the questioning voice resounded: "Jin Ji, how do you explain?" ”

"Lester, where did you go last night?"

Wilson showed a hint of surprise and looked at the bullseye beside him: "Did you kill McCall?" ”

"Not me."

Bullseye does not hesitate, is categorical, and full of confidence.

He just got into a fight with McCall, and it was David who killed him, what does it have to do with him?

"You hear me, he wasn't the one who killed McCall last night...... Darts are easy to fake, and if you think bullseye is the murderer based on just one dart, then there is no need to talk about our cooperation. ”

Wilson waved his hand and said lightly: "Ms. Susan, I hope you show some professionalism and don't bother me with some unconfirmed things, I am very busy, unlike you who are retired." ”

After speaking, he was about to get up.

"Wait."

Susan stopped Wilson's movements, and the coldness in her eyes gradually subsided, and then she nodded, and her tone calmed down a little: "McCall is dead, and the original plan must be changed somewhat." ”

"What's changed?" Wilson frowned slightly.

"The blow to Pushkin's forces cannot be changed, and we will mobilize people to replace McCall."

Susan said, "You have to cooperate with us in advance. ”

"No problem."

Wilson nodded, it didn't hurt him, even if it was exposed, it would be nothing more than a label that turned his face and didn't recognize people.

As an underground underworld overlord, this label is tantamount to praise.

"Also, you must get in touch with the controllers of Pushkin's other strongholds on the East Coast as soon as possible to gain their support, which will be beneficial for taking over Pushkin's territory in the future."

Susan added, "Just like we said before. ”

"Yes."

Wilson still agreed, then thought for a moment and asked, "When are you going to attack Pushkin?" Do you need my cooperation? ”

"No, for Pushkin, we have our own arrangements."

Susan gave Wilson a deep look, said nothing more, and got up to leave.

"That's all for today."

Crunch –

She left the Manhattan Center building.

Wilson walked to the window and saw Susan walking towards a black car parked on the side of the road.

The man who was leaning next to the car and smoking a cigarette saw Susan and quickly snuffed out the cigarette and played the role of the driver.

The black car merges into the traffic and disappears.

"Lester, go investigate the driver." Wilson narrowed his eyes and gave a sneer.

"Understood."

Bullseye nodded, he naturally knew who Wilson's driver was.

……

Hell's Kitchen, a secret base.

"Fake, David, why is it only 400,000 when you said 500,000?"

Wesley wakes up to find himself woolen.

"100,000 is my intermediary fee, 20 percent, a reasonable commission."

David raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "You don't think I'll introduce you to a job for free, do you?" ”

"I knew it."

Wesley was furious.

"By the way, Fawkes told me that they discussed whether or not to commercialize the medicated oil, and most of the remaining members of the Brotherhood expressed their support, and at the same time, decided to change the Brotherhood to an elder system......"

David smiled: "Congratulations, now you are also a person with status, not only the CEO of Fisker Pharmaceutical, but also the elder brother, black and white." ”

"Aren't you too? Or the boss and elder! ”

Wesley snorted.

"I'm not."

David shook his head: "Since you want to vote, the number of elders should be changed to singular, so counting you and Fawkes, there are four of them, a total of five elders, which is very appropriate." However, although I have given up the position of elder, Fisker Pharmaceutical, as a cooperative organization of the Brotherhood, has a certain voice. ”

"The right to speak? To put it bluntly, are you in charge of money? Wesley understood instantly.

"So to speak."

David shrugged.

He is not a fool, and he doesn't want to be too deeply bound to the Brotherhood because he is not an elder, but the Brotherhood is more or less a help, and it is impossible to completely ignore it.

Bell bell bell!

Suddenly, the phone rings.

David picked up his phone and saw that the caller was actually Wilson.

"Hello?"

David was surprised, and his tone became a little more serious: "What's the matter?" ”

"The plan has changed, the CIA is starting to suspect me, they may have to do something to Pushkin in advance, you have to be careful."

Across the phone, Wilson admonished, "Bullseye can't be involved in any of your actions anymore, they think Bullseye was there last night...... However, I have found some clues and will inform you of the results. ”

"Got it."

David nodded and said, "I'll be fine, you pay attention to yourself." ”

"Okay."

After a few brief exchanges, the call ended.

David was thoughtful.

The CIA moved quickly, and killed a McCall, did it drive them crazy?

Or did McCall's death drive Susan crazy?

However, in David's view, it is a good thing that the CIA has moved, which means that this crisis can be ended as soon as possible.

If the C.I.A. doesn't do it and uses delaying tactics, that's what David should be worried about.

He only had a week left in his mission.

By the way, Matt said he had found Slade and was thinking about what to do with it. Shall we check it out? After all, we've done a lot of work for it. ”

Suddenly, Wesley's words brought David back to his senses.

Slade?

He was stunned for a moment before he reacted, isn't this Matt's real father-killing enemy?

Matt finds Slade, how does he plan to complete his revenge?

How did Matt do the original plot?

"Let's go."

David really came to his senses and said with a smile: "Anyway, it's okay for the time being, go and join in the fun." ”

……

Park Hill Cemetery, New York.

Located in Glendale, Queens, New York, where many Chinese are buried, it must be cheap compared to New York housing prices.

Jack Murdoch is buried here.

At this time.

Matt is paying his father's respects at the cemetery.

At his feet, a white man with a scruffy beard, a slightly fat build, gray hair, and a furrow on his face was kneeling on the ground, looking at the tombstone of Jack Murdoch in front of him, silent.

"You must remember him, the friend you murdered twenty years ago."

Matt spoke lightly.

"Yes, I remember him."

Slade was in his fifties, but he looked like he was in his sixties and seventies, much older than his peers.

He sighed deeply: "You're Matt, I thought you had already been adopted and left New York." ”

"So, you know what I'm going to do, right?"

Matt's tone was incredibly calm, as if the man in front of him was not the murderer he had been tracking down for nearly twenty years.

"So, you did that Sweeney thing, too?"

Slade didn't answer the rhetorical question.

"It's me."

Ma nodded his head.

"I see."

Slade smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with hope, utter despair.

The underground gym is controlled by Kim, but it was breached the other day, and the head of the gym, Roscoe Sweeney, was kidnapped.

Those who knew about it thought that Kim would not give up, but Kim just reappointed a person in charge to re-establish order in the gym, and the matter was over......

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that behind this is not so simple, Sweeney must have died in vain.

Slade can't afford to offend Sweeney, let alone Kim.

Equally, Matt next to him is the one who can wrestle with Kim.

Slade reached into his arms and grasped the folding knife he was carrying.

Matt sensed his movements, and his face didn't change.

"Matt, I'm not going to let you let me go, because I know it's impossible."

Slaed's tone was sincere, word for word: "But, don't deal with my family, it's the rules of the underground world...... For the sake of not killing you back then. ”

"I promise you."

Matt nodded slowly.

Snort!!

The next moment, Slade opened the folding knife and stabbed himself in the heart.

He fell to the ground with a thud and was silent.

Matt felt Sred's heart stop beating, and was silent for a long time, before finally sighing, and then turned around and looked at the entrance to the cemetery.

David and Wesley looked at themselves from afar.

"I didn't expect Matt to make him kill himself, I thought he would let Slade go to the police station and turn himself in and sentence him to life in prison."

Wesley was amazed that his contact with Matt these days had given him a taste of what kind of person Matt was.

The sense of justice is very strong, but also a little indecisive.

He was right to do that. There are some things that can be resolved violently, which is both appropriate and painful. ”

David had a smile on his face.

Sred's death was in line with his heart, and Matt in front of him had a subtle change in nature from the Daredevil who followed the principle of not killing in his memory.

This is very good.

Hatred should be dealt with violently.

Ding!

Suddenly, the text message ringtones on the phone.

David picked up his phone and looked at it, and when he saw the content, his brows furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Wesley noticed that his face was wrong.

"Something's wrong."

David said, "Teddy is dead. ”