Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Most of these weapons are handguns that are easy to carry, and there is more than one, and each model has two to three as backup.

Other types of guns besides pistols are not so consistent with the identity of the killer. David has never used them and is temporarily on display.

At the same time, a shooting practice area of ​​approximately 100 square meters has been opened in the basement.

The supporting shooting area uses upgraded decoration.

The entire house has been soundproofed, so no one outside will notice that someone inside is shooting.

In addition, in his memory, David always had a cautious attitude. When practicing shooting, the muzzle of the gun was always equipped with a silencer... For such a long time, this secret base has never aroused suspicion from outsiders.

"I'm so considerate, I'm so awesome."

David was very satisfied with what he had done in his memory. He took down a Walther P99 with a silencer from the shelf and went to the shooting area to practice shooting.

Bang bang bang!

First, I fired a few simple shots, and the bullets barely hit the target.

Recalling the memory instilled by the system, he recalled his well-rehearsed shooting method and the action of shooting a curved bullet. He took a deep breath, trying to control the acceleration of his heartbeat and activate the application of adrenaline in the blood.

Under the influence of the identity system, the setting of the movie "Wanted" has been copied by the system into the Marvel world.

The setting is that the application of the gun-slinging technique, that is, turning bullets, can only be learned by those with talent.

Of course, not everyone in the world has such a talent. Even within the Brotherhood, not everyone can practice the skill of throwing a gun and shooting curved bullets.

To achieve this trick, the heart must beat at a frequency of 400 beats per minute, and at the same time the heart must control the influx of adrenaline into the blood. Only in this way can a person's vision and reaction speed be extraordinary, achieving an effect close to "bullet time"

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There are very few people in the world who can do this.

However, such talents, or talents, are placed in human genes and can be inherited through blood.

It is precisely because of this that the Brotherhood has grown to this day and has been able to recruit a large number of spearmanship talents in every era.

This is when Sloan and others found that they could not fight against Cross, so they found Cross's son Wesley, and prepared to train Wesley, who had inherited Cross' talent as the strongest killer, into a weapon to form a father-son bureau.

The biggest reason for confrontation.

Previously, David asked Fox whether the Brotherhood had mastered the means to deal with Cross, which was hinting at the existence of "Wesley".

The affirmative answer given by Fox was not only a response to David's question, but also a warning to David.

…

call out!

Flames erupted and bullets escaped.

Bullets the size of peanuts passed through the barrel of the gun and cut straight through the air. Under the processing of the silencer, the sound of the muzzle was suppressed as much as possible.

Ding!

The bullet struck the circular target, penetrated the bull's-eye, and entered the dead pig hanging behind the bull's-eye.

"It's accurate, but it's a pity it's not a roundabout bullet."

David's face was calm.

The result did not surprise him.

The skill of throwing a gun is extremely difficult. Even if you have the relevant memory, you still need to accumulate experience and practice for a certain period of time before practice makes perfect.

It was David's first time practicing shooting. Even if he had the memory of being a killer, it would be good if he could hit the target smoothly. If he wanted to shoot a curved bullet for the first time, he might not even be able to do it even if the God of Asgard came to him.

"There is still a lot of time. I only need a few days to turn myself into a shooting master."

David was not discouraged and continued to practice target shooting to explore his hand. Although he was still not good enough to shoot curved bullets, he was still able to hit the target.

Time flies.

After firing three hundred rounds of ammunition with all his concentration, David took a break and looked at the time. It was getting late, so he walked out of the base and prepared to go home.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of the base, he found his neighbor, who happened to be home, standing at the door and opening the door with his key.

Hearing the sound, the other party tilted his head slightly and turned to face himself.

David glanced at it, then looked at it carefully, with a slight curve in the corner of his mouth.

The other person was a white young man with brown hair, who looked to be about the same age as himself, but probably a little two years older. He was wearing a decent black suit, black sunglasses, and a blind stick in his hand.

"Hey, hello."

David said hello: "I'm David."

"Matt."

The other party responded with a calm expression.

"Matt Murdock?"

David raised his eyebrows and smiled broadly: "I have admired your name for a long time."

"Have you heard of me?" Matt was surprised.

"College students in Hell's Kitchen are rare creatures, let alone a doctor of law who is studying at Columbia University. Your reputation is much greater than you think." David said.

"Really? Nice to meet you." Matt nodded.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After a brief exchange, David didn't take Matt seriously.

He walked towards his home without paying attention. When he passed by Matt, Matt sniffed intentionally.

The faint smell of gunpowder lingered in Matt's nose.

If ordinary people were to smell this extremely subtle smell, they would naturally not be able to smell it.

Even professionals must pass special test strips before they can conduct gun smoke reaction tests.

But Matt is no ordinary person.

Although he is still a little immature at this time and has not yet become the Daredevil he will be in the future, there is no doubt that he has already begun his training journey in order to achieve a certain goal.

After losing his vision, his other four senses were strengthened to the extreme.

It can even create a 3D image in the brain through sound waves like a bat, so that it can observe its surroundings.

He also recalled the sounds he had noticed in Dai Wei's home through his hearing.

"There is no smell of blood, the sound of gunfire with a silencer..."

Matt frowned slightly.

Although David's identity is unclear, there is no doubt that David is no ordinary person.

Of course, like David, he didn't take the other person seriously.

Hell's Kitchen is full of gangs, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. If you catch anyone at random, the other person may be a gangster in a certain neighborhood. Killing someone and shooting is more like a child's game here, not worth mentioning.

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That night.

"Mom, I'm going out tonight."

After dinner, David finalized a plan to solve the problem.

"good."

As Marlene cleared the dining table and prepared to wash the dishes, she smiled softly and said: "Be safe, I heard from your brother that Hell's Kitchen is not peaceful recently."

"Understood, I will pay attention."

David heads to Brooklyn's Industry City.

In my memory as a member of the Brotherhood, the textile factory of the Brotherhood's headquarters is located here.

Industrial City, Brooklyn, New York is a relatively famous location. It is located in the Sunset Park waterfront area on 2nd Avenue and 36th Street in Brooklyn. Including the Brooklyn Army Pier, there are a total of 16 buildings such as industrial docks, factories, and large warehouses. It is a New York City

The largest private industrial park in a century.

After a century of transformation, the current Sunset Park Industrial City in Brooklyn has developed into one of the most famous clusters of science and technology industries in New York.

Brooklyn is still full of neon lights at night, and the lights on the streets and high-rise buildings are like the shadows of the stars in the sky reflected in the city.

From this bustling scene at night, no one could tell that Brooklyn is one of the three major slums in New York, and the first.

The taxi stopped in front of a castle-like building.

David got out of the car and stepped inside.

…

"Hey, David, you're not welcome here!"

David was a disciple of Cross.

Now, Cross, the strongest killer, has defected and started an all-out war with the Brotherhood members headed by Sloan. Sloan and most other Brotherhood members marginalized David as a member who might collude with Cross.

Naturally, I won't give him a good look.

"I am also a member of the fraternity, you have no right to expel me."

David ignored the other party's threat, stood still at the door, looked directly at the other party, and said without hesitation: "I want to see Sloan, let me in."

"you……"

The man hesitated.

Before Cross defected to the Brotherhood, as the disciple of the strongest killer and the top killer of the Brotherhood, David had a high status in the Brotherhood.

Although he is definitely not as high as Brotherhood leader Sloan, he is still on par with senior members such as Fox and Gunsmith, and is higher than ordinary members like them.

However, now that Cross has defected and has no backer, David is naturally like a concubine who has been thrown into the cold palace by the emperor, and his status has dropped sharply.

"Let him in."

Just as he was about to speak, a cold voice came from the headset.

The man immediately obeyed and got out of the way.

When David saw this, he glanced at the surveillance camera at the door thoughtfully, smiled, put his right index finger and middle finger together, waved his hand in front of the right side of his forehead, drew a horizontal line, and said hello to his old friend on the other side of the surveillance camera in a playful manner.

Seeing David's performance, the man at the door frowned slightly and watched him enter the factory.

"David, this is the second time I see you today."

Fox crossed his arms, his clothes and trouser legs stained with oil, leaned on the railing of the circular staircase that he had to pass to reach the second floor of the factory, and looked at David calmly: "Congratulations, you made a right decision.

"

"Yes, this would be the right decision."

David nodded.

Without any intention of saying anything more to Fox, he walked past Fox and climbed the circular staircase to the second floor.

At this time, I smelled the strong smell of engine oil on Fox.

"Oh, Americans."

David curled his lips and arrived at the room on the second floor.

This is Sloan's exclusive office.

Boom, boom, boom!

He knocked politely and pushed the door open without waiting for the other party's consent.

"Long time no see, Sloane."

The current leader of the Brotherhood, Sloan, is an old black man in his sixties.

At this time, the old black man was sitting at the table reading a book, very absorbed in it.

David noticed that it was a Bible.

Sloan closed the page, cast his gaze, and smiled slightly: "David, I'm glad you made the right choice."

David looked at Sloan and found that he looked exactly like what he remembered, Morgan Freeman, who played the role in the original movie, so he lost his intention to continue observing.

"I have no intention of being your enemy, Sloane."

He seemed a little unhappy and looked at Sloan: "Of course, I don't want to die either. Especially at the hands of my former colleagues. Don't you think that what you do goes against the creed of the organization?"

"David, you are a smart man."

Sloan didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in David's words, and said in a calm tone: "Smart people do smart things. I don't think you came to me just for verbal attacks."

David did not carry a weapon, which was a sign of sincerity.

In normal times, Sloan, as a leader, would not tolerate any offense from David.

But now that a powerful enemy is facing him, Sloan doesn't care what David has to say, he only cares about what David is going to do.

"If you're here looking for cooperation, you know what to do."

Sloan did not say what would have happened if David had not come to seek cooperation.

In fact, both parties knew that David's presence in the textile factory was a sign of attitude.

"Okay, I know where Cross is."

Just as Sloan expected, David swallowed back what he wanted to say, regained his composure, and said simply: "But, I have a condition."

"Say." Sloan's face was expressionless.

"Fifty million."

David stretched out a palm in front of Sloan, spread the five fingers, and a look of greed burst out from the depths of his eyes: "I want 50 million, and I'll get it immediately."

"Aren't you afraid that you can take the money but lose your life to spend it?"

Sloan frowned slightly, with a fierce look in his eyes.

He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that David would dare to blackmail him in this situation.

"If I die no matter what, I must die worthily."

David, not to be outdone, met his gaze.

Their eyes met, and there seemed to be lightning bursting in the air. Time seemed to freeze in the room, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

At this point, David's voice continued.

"Besides, it's your business whether you get money or not, and it's my business whether you get life flowers."