Nine Hundred and Forty Seven Chapters

Wei Suo hesitated and said, "When he finally said that, I felt a sense of crisis. What is he doing?"

Wade: "Police, you shouldn't be afraid of the police, right?"

Wei Suo heard the law and said: "Why do you do business with Tiaozi?"

Wade: "Why can't I do business with him because he's a LAPD spy?"

Wei Suo was stunned: "LAPD, why did he come to New York?"

"How do I know this, I'm not his wife." Wade said casually, and was immediately stepped on his face by his wife.

Wade held Vanessa's feet down to avoid being slapped in the face again: "Is there anything else? I'll hang up."

Wei Suo: "He won't mess around, will he?"

Some police tactics are not very clean.

Wade thought for a while: "It's reasonable, and it's really generous. Those words he said are true."

The two said a few more words, and Wei Suo hung up the phone.

After frowning for a moment, he suddenly burst out laughing: "I'm just a young man, why am I so nervous. He's not from the NYPD, so he can't control me."

Weisuo himself is not very afraid of the NYPD, but his bar is easy to get in trouble.

Generally speaking, he will not do business with people from the NYPD, and if he doesn't get it right, problems will arise.

It is best for everyone to avoid the water from the well.

Thinking of this, Wei Suo put aside his unease about selling fakes, and happily locked the $20,000 knife in the safe in the room behind the bar.

...

In the car, Selena flipped through the large stack of documents: "Let's find someone according to this document?"

Luke hummed: "Although more than half of them may be unreliable, the rest are still somewhat useful."

Selena tutted twice, shook her head and said, "Most of the people here are average, and they don't seem to be worth a thousand dollars in information fees."

Luke: "It's okay, I've always been a man of rules. Since he's given money, he has to solve the problem. If the money doesn't solve the problem, then I can only change to a way that doesn't require money.

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Selena was very interested: "How are you going to deal with him?"

Luke: "Give him a chance, maybe they want to be a good person too."

Don't blame me for not giving you a chance to be a good person! He muttered to himself.

By then, Luke wouldn't mind learning Daredevil.

Lawyer Ma only needs to cover his face, and there is only one way to ask for information, and he never gives money.

Just when he thought so, lawyer Ma was running away in a panic.

There was no insider like Luke, Matt, who finally came out to play again after the injury was basically healed.

The community reconstruction and volunteer activities in the past few days have made him in a good mood, so he decided to come out to clean up the sins, and by the way, see if he can find trouble with Jin and the forces.

Luckily beating up two gangsters who robbed women, Matt got back on the roof and crouched beside the rooftop, listening to what was going on in every corner of the city.

Suddenly, a voice caught his ear: "Ha, found you, Daredevil! You are mine."

The voice came from somewhere on the roof more than a hundred meters away.

Matt turned his attention subconsciously, and heard the slight sound of metal bumping and rubbing.

His heart tightened: this is... a gun!

After contacting the other party's muttering just now, he immediately turned over and fell into the shadow under the edge of the roof.

boom!

For Matt, the extremely obvious gunshot echoed in the night sky.

There was already a small pit on the roof where he was squatting just now.

Matt can even clearly perceive the situation where the warhead shatters and scatters with the cement chips.

He, who has long been accustomed to observing the world with his ears, is also surprised at this moment: sniper rifle?

The guy who shot just now, pulled the bolt, pulled out the cartridge case, and reloaded the action, he could hear it clearly.

Those who use sniper rifles are highly likely to be 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 gun-playing gang members.

The toilet immediately raised its vigilance, but was very confused: how could a sniper find him, could it be... Jin Bing?

But he had been looking for Jin Bing for so long before, and the most unfortunate one was only to meet the siege of eight hand union ninjas.

Professionals with sniper rifles have never appeared.

Typing the wrong person? That's impossible.

It was obvious that the man who shot him knew Daredevil well enough to quickly determine his identity and shoot decisively.

Matt's heart skipped a beat, and the man had moved to the other side under the cover of the edge of the roof, and quickly descended down the fire stairs.

He's going to grab the guy and ask what's going on.

His ears paid attention to the sniper's movements. He circled around in a small circle, touched the alley behind the building, got in through the window of the stairwell on the second floor, and went straight to the roof.

In less than five minutes, he touched the rooftop, listened to the movement outside, slowed down, and silently leaned over from behind the sniper.

Three meters away, he swooped on him and pressed his entire body onto the opponent. A pair of fists bowed from left to right and slammed into the opponent's ribs.

His attack was very sudden, and the opponent who was climbing on the edge of the roof was unprepared. He was hit by a series of heavy punches, and his ribs made a series of cracking sounds, and four or five were broken in an instant.

The sniper wanted to curl up in pain, but was pinned down by Matt, unable to move, and could only scream.

Matt was merciless, smashing the man's face on the edge of the rooftop with one hand, and the other hand didn't stop, slamming the other's knuckles.

He didn't stop until he heard the other's hands again cracking bones, grabbed the man's hair, pulled his ears to his face, and asked in a low voice, "Who asked you to kill Daredevil? Say it! "

The sniper was out of breath in pain, how 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 the man's mouth.

Boom! puff puff!

Two shots rang out, and the sniper's head and chest exploded with a hole, and Matt felt a wet, hot stick on his hands.

Startled in his heart, he suddenly pulled up the body of the sniper in front of him and blocked it in front of him.

Boom! puff puff!

There were two gunshots again, and the sniper's chest bulletproof panel made a muffled sound, but Matt retreated to the rooftop unscathed.

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Sniper again!

Matt thought there must be something wrong.

The shot just now was definitely not intended to kill the sniper in his hands.

Its real target is still Matt.

Just a little off.

The next two shots immediately proved Matt's conjecture correct.

The second sniper was indeed aimed at him.

Matt hurried downstairs again, ready for another surprise attack, grabbing a second sniper to ask everything.

He really didn't believe it, a third sniper would appear later.

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