Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Sweeney's body was easy to dispose of.

Using local materials, he found a big stone, tied the body to the stone with a rope, and kicked it into the river.

Manhattan is surrounded by two rivers, the Hudson River to the west and the East River to the east. The two rivers flow into the sea and depend on each other.

As long as the water in the Hudson or East Rivers doesn't dry up, the bodies will never be found.

Even if the river dries up and there are so many bones buried in the river, who can tell which bones belong to Sweeney?

After hundreds of years of verification, this is the perfect solution for New Yorkers, not just New York gangsters, to dispose of corpses.

The great revenge was halfway avenged. Matt let out a breath and suddenly felt relaxed all over.

Although Slade is still living happily as the murderer who killed his father with his own hands, he already knows the name, which means that Slade doesn't have much time left.

Victory was imminent, and Matt stood blankly on the bank of the river for a while, with a bit of a look on his face.

"After helping you with your revenge, let's talk about what you owe us."

Seeing the change in Matt's demeanor, David suddenly said: "I have set up a favor for you... You may not know who Kingpin is, but you will definitely understand what this name means in the future."

"No, I know Kingpin."

Matt did not hide anything and whispered: "Don't forget, I am a child of Hell's Kitchen and grew up in the center of hell."

"That's good, I don't have to explain that much to you."

David nodded with satisfaction and said, "Since you know who Kingpin is, you should know how much of a favor you owe me." After a pause, "Have you figured out how to repay it?"

"...I haven't thought about it well, not at all. My mind is blank now."

Matt shook his head and said in a sincere tone: "I only know that no matter what you ask me to do, I will do my best."

When he said this, Matt obviously didn't think too much. As he said himself, his mind was blank now.

But David heard the hidden meaning, and the smile on his face became deeper.

After Matt committed the murder, his inner barriers were broken.

Now he is no longer so resistant to killing people.

In other words, in David's eyes, this kind of Matt becomes more and more controllable.

"In this case, I won't be polite when I need you to step forward."

David nodded without explaining much.

When Wesley saw this, he was happy to see Matt possibly participate in his revenge plan.

After a short period of contact, Matt showed his ability, which made him quite satisfied.

Especially that otherworldly hearing.

Wesley still doesn't know that in addition to hearing, Matt also has amazing senses of touch, smell, and taste.

"Very good, at least you let me know that I didn't help the wrong person."

David was very happy, patted Matt on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I will contact the intelligence agent. You will be able to get Slade's information by tomorrow at the latest."

"Thank you." Matt has learned to hug his thighs and accept it calmly.

The three of them immediately left near the Manhattan Bridge and returned to Hell's Kitchen, where they had a happy lunch.

"Oops."

While eating, Wesley suddenly thought that today's original plan was to catch mice: "We haven't caught mice yet."

"Forget it, don't catch it. The garbage truck has been delivered. I will load a truckload of rats for you tonight."

David waved his hand, like a sinister boss with a conscience, and relieved Wesley of his job.

The company he just founded, Fisker Pharmaceuticals, and Richard and Connors' Life Sciences Institute, have a regular team of guinea pig collaborators.

Although the other party is a company that specializes in breeding experimental animals such as mice and rhesus monkeys, aren't mice also mice?

…

That day, it was night.

Brooklyn Industrial City, Textile Factory, Brotherhood Headquarters.

"Gunsmith, I asked you to come here today to give you a task."

Sloan was sitting on the chair in his office, feeling comfortable all over. His face, which was almost getting age spots, even seemed to be full of energy.

After dealing with the huge threat posed by Cross, he believed that no one in New York could threaten him, especially within the Brotherhood, which he had complete control over and kneaded together.

From now on, he is the Lord of the Brotherhood and the King of Killers.

"David?"

The gunsmith glanced around and saw the documents Sloan placed on the table, and asked: "You want me to kill him?"

"good."

Sloan nodded: "His name was included in the ruling early. We didn't take action against him before because of Cross. Now that the operation of the Brotherhood has returned to normal, it's time to restart the mission."

"clear."

The gunsmith looked solemn: "I'll do it right away."

"Wait a minute, after killing David, bring his cell phone back to me."

Sloan didn't mean to explain, but just added: "His mobile phone is useful to me."

"good."

The gunsmith spoke concisely and to the point, turned around and left without asking any further questions.

After a while.

Fox knocked on the door of Sloan's office solemnly.

"What's wrong?"

Sloan saw Fox's expression was wrong and asked in surprise: "What's the matter?"

"I found Wesley," Fox said.

"oh?"

Sloan raised his eyebrows, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and quickly asked: "Where is he?"

"He's with David," Fox replied.

"What? How could the two of them be together? Doesn't Wesley know that Cross's trace was leaked to us by David?"

Sloan frowned, his heart thumped, and immediately said: "I have sent the gunsmith to kill David. You should take people there immediately, join the gunsmith, and cooperate to annihilate David and Wesley. Don't let them survive."

Spend tonight."

"clear."

Fox nodded and obeyed the order: "I'll go right away."

…

Hell's Kitchen, Secret Base.

David drove a garbage truck and parked at the door.

"Chi chi chi chi..."

In the garbage truck, the sound of mice squealing sounded one after another.

From the driver's seat, David looked at Wesley and Matt at the door and smiled: "Our baby has arrived. There are three thousand rats in it, which is basically enough."

"Hey, we can't plant a bomb here, can we?"

Wesley spread his hands.

Tying a bomb to a mouse is not a difficult task, but it is very time-consuming and energy-consuming, and requires a suitable location.

"So I called for help."

David had expected this and shrugged.

"who?"

Wesley was surprised.

"Wesley, I haven't seen you for a few days. It seems that you are in a good mood and are not immersed in pain. This is good. You are worthy of being my student."

At this time, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

Wesley instantly recognized the identity of the person, his expression changed, and he drew his gun and aimed at the person.

"Gunsmith, why are you here?"

At the same time, the gunsmith noticed Wesley's movements and quickly raised his hands to show that he was not a threat. At the same time, he shouted: "Hey, stop, don't shoot, we are teammates."

"Wait, you are the helper David mentioned?" Wesley opened his eyes wide.

"good."

The gunsmith smiled and said: "Actually, it's not just me, other people are here too."

"other people?"

Wesley seemed to have thought of something. He opened his eyes wide and saw several people appearing from the end of the street.

Fox, repairman, butcher...

The appearance of a group of people made him feel so excited that he didn't know what to say for a while.

"you……"

Wesley had mixed feelings: "I thought most of you were bad people."

"No."

Fox replied in a low voice: "The real bad guys are Sloane and Wesley. Between us... we don't necessarily have to be enemies."

"Yes."

Wesley was silent for a moment and nodded: "I think Cross thinks so too."

At this time.

David turned his attention to Matt: "The speed of the development of things is a bit beyond my expectation. It seems that you can return some favors to me tonight."