Chapter 18 The Injured Daredevil

Hell's Kitchen, New York.

On the bed in Schiller's Psychological Clinic, Daredevil Matt screamed. Schiller took away the alcohol cotton ball held by tweezers and said, "Although no one will come to this street, if you continue to tense your muscles like this, I will definitely not be able to take out the bullet."

He threw the cotton ball into the trash can, wiped the tweezers with alcohol cotton pads, opened the wound on Daredevil's shoulder a little, and said, "I have to use a knife to cut the wound a little."

Matt said, "You must give me some anesthesia, otherwise I will definitely go into shock."

"A superhero who is afraid of pain, I really don't know whether to laugh at you or admire you." Schiller said.

"There are not many people who can hurt me. Kingpin found a powerful person this time." Matt said.

Schiller looked at Matt's pale face, his lips were almost bloodless. Everyone has different tolerance to pain. Daredevil Matt is obviously a more sensitive type.

As Schiller said, it is not known whether such a person is worthy of ridicule or admiration to be a superhero.

Schiller thought that superheroes would also get hurt and bleed, and no matter how powerful the drugs were, they could not completely avoid pain. Perhaps Batman also abandoned the superficial idea of ​​revenge in the unbearable pain again and again, and found a greater goal for himself.

Only the great ideal of "justice" can support these superheroes to lick their wounds alone every night.

Schiller put down the tweezers and said, "You are lucky, Matt, I have some good medicine here."

He took out a small white bottle and handed it to Matt. Matt touched the package and smelled the smell, and said, "Damn, how come you also have this kind of painkiller? You drug addict!"

Schiller said, "Don't be ignorant of the goods. This is different from those junks on the market. The concentration is the highest you can find. If you don't want to take it, return it to me. This thing is very expensive."

Schiller took out the painkillers he took away when he went to Jonathan to steal the fear gas. Jonathan needed painkillers when doing experiments on experimental subjects. These were all refined by himself, which were much better than those that could be bought.

Matt took a pill anyway and said, "God bless me to get better soon, and then I'll turn around and punch you."

"Don't take it for granted that you should repay a favor with a vengeance. In a place like Hell's Kitchen, it's normal to carry a few pills with you. It's not a crime."

Matt felt the pain gradually subsiding, and he had to admit that what Schiller said made sense. In Hell's Kitchen, taking drugs was simply the most harmless habit.

And Schiller thought, if a person in Gotham only had a habit of taking drugs, he would be as kind as an angel.

Schiller watched Matt's complexion gradually recover, so he performed a simple operation on him and asked, "How did you capsize in the gutter?"

Matt pursed his lips and said, "The people Kingpin is looking for are not simple. I took precautions in advance, but those guys who call themselves 'ninjas' can lower their heartbeats, and I can't hear them... Oh! Damn it..."

Schiller used tweezers to hold the bullet that had just been taken out. He turned the bullet left and right and said, "The ninjas you mentioned are just too full and have nothing to do. They even carved cherry blossoms on the bullets. Flower pattern. "

Matt looked tired, Schiller shouted: "Pikachu! Bring me the bandages in the closet!"

Matt heard a small creature jump onto the table, and it said with disgust: "I told you not to treat him in the bedroom. Do you think blood smells good? Hey, unlucky guy, your bandages..."

Schiller caught the bandage thrown by Pikachu and wrapped it around Matt. Matt said: "You'd better do it quickly, I have to leave here later."

"And then die on the street outside the door?" Schiller asked.

"They are targeting me. Those ninjas have unique tracking skills. If they come here, we can't escape." Matt said.

After all, he is still a good person and doesn't want to implicate Schiller. Although Schiller is not a good person in his opinion, he saved him after all. Matt said that he was powerful, but he didn't want to repay kindness with enmity.

Schiller said while cleaning the blood-stained tools: "They don't need any special tracking skills. You ran all the way from the next street with a strong smell of blood. If they haven't found you yet..."

Matt suddenly heard a violent wind and shouted: "It's a dart! Get out of the way!"

He was very anxious because he could tell from Schiller's footsteps that he was just an ordinary person without training. Facing the group of ninja killers, there was almost no chance of survival.

But soon, he heard a "bang" sound, and the hidden weapon seemed to hit something. Schiller held an umbrella. He thought that the umbrella was really a defensive weapon, especially for small things like darts, which could greatly reduce their impact.

There was only one person on the opposite side, because Schiller's telepathy was effective within a range. In addition to Matt, he could only sense the mood of one person.

"Miss, if you hesitated for three minutes before taking action, why don't we sit down and have a cup of coffee together." Schiller said.

Before the other party could answer, Schiller continued to say to the air: "You really showed mercy to your old lover. I have never seen anyone who can shoot a bullet into the gap between the shoulder blades, which is the least likely to be fatal. Since you are here, why not come out and meet her?"

A cold snort came from the air on the other side, and then the killer on the opposite side left.

Matt was confused and said, "What? What old lover?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "Didn't you notice? Since the killer you met has the ability to shoot you without you noticing, why didn't she shoot at the heart or head?"

"Isn't this bullet shot at the heart?"

"It's a million miles away."

Matt's brain was a little short-circuited. Obviously, he hadn't reacted yet. The killer on the other side was actually his former classmate and ex-girlfriend Erica.

Schiller, who knew the plot, knew that Erica was probably very conflicted at this moment. She still had feelings for Matt, but she was hesitant about whether to complete the mission. She wanted to show up, but she didn't want to see her ex-boyfriend. So when Schiller just pointed out her identity, she ran away, obviously not wanting Matt to know who she was.

This is really, don't guess what a woman is thinking.

Soon, Daredevil Matt fell asleep in pain and worry. Schiller lowered the shutter door on the door of the clinic and locked it, and closed and locked all the windows. He stood by the bed and looked at the night sky of New York City.

A bright meteor streaked across the sky, and countless couples made wishes to the sky, but it was actually Stark's mecha.

The people in Hell's Kitchen didn't have the leisure to make wishes to the meteor, but Schiller took out his mobile phone and called Stark. As soon as the call was connected, Schiller said, "Does Miss Pepper know that you would rather drive a mecha around in the air than go back to accompany her?"

Then under the gaze of countless couples, the meteor fell headfirst.

After a while, on the roof of Schiller's Psychological Clinic, Stark, wearing a Mark 5 Evangelion Unit-01 that was smoking a little, complained to Schiller: "I really should put you on the blacklist of my address book..."

Schiller lit a cigarette for him and said: "A middle-aged man who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night to go out racing, and even drove such a sad curve, it would be strange if he didn't have a quarrel with his wife."

Stark also walked to the eaves and sat down, took the cigarette handed by Schiller, and said: "... She puts a lot of pressure on me. To be honest, I haven't thought about it..."

"What haven't you thought about? Do you want to marry Pepper?"

Stark coughed twice and said: "Marriage? Did you skip some important steps?"

"Oh, yes, in the eyes of a stud like you, there is indeed an important step."

"Don't say that, Pepper is different from those women."

"I just don't know that you are different from other men in her eyes." Schiller said.

Before Stark could answer, Schiller continued, "But I think it should be about the same. You haven't spent as much time with her as the security guard."

"... Then I'll fire that security guard when I get back." Stark said angrily.

Obviously, he was avoiding some questions.

After a while, Stark touched his cheek and said with some entanglement, "... Can you really read minds?"

"Do you believe me if I say I can? If you don't believe it, don't keep asking." Schiller said.

"I want to find a way to make me believe that there is mind reading in the world, and then you can tell me what Pepper thinks." Stark said.

Iron Man is not a traditional "righteous and invincible" type of hero. He has a sensitive and affectionate heart and an emotional brain that is inconsistent with his technological genius personality, so he always tangles his emotions into a mess.

Facing Pepper, Stark always can't move forward courageously. He doesn't realize that this attitude actually explains a lot of things.

Schiller changed the subject and said, "How is the red and blue tights kid in New York City recently? I heard you complain about him."

"Oh, yes, a kid wearing the ugliest tights, jumping up and down in the air of the city, swinging like a flea." Stark said, he said: "Jarvis said that the kid should not be an adult, I plan to catch him and throw him back home."

Schiller said: "I have some clues here, do you want to hear it?"

"I saw him a few times on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, he didn't dare to come in, I saw that there seemed to be a high school logo on his sky blue pants, it was from Queens..."

"You call this a clue?" Stark sneered, Schiller continued, "It's obvious that he doesn't have the money to buy himself a nice outfit, so his family situation is probably not very good, so he's definitely not from one of those expensive private schools. He's probably a student from Midtown High School or Forest High School..."

"Forest High School is a boarding school. If a student hangs out like this, he'd probably get his legs broken. Midtown High School is much more casual. Judging from his size, he's probably a freshman or sophomore."

"A little brat." Stark concluded, "He probably tinkered with a toy that he could show off, so he couldn't wait to come out and hang out."

"So, are you going to let him experience the dangers of adults?" Schiller asked.

"Of course, more importantly, New York City is not his playground." Stark said.

Although he had just recovered, he was an adult who had experienced great things after all. He knew that Spider-Man would get into trouble sooner or later if he wandered around like this. In fact, some media had already noticed him.