Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"last night?"

Wilson's eyes flickered, his face remained calm, and his tone was calm: "Pushkin and I met and talked about cooperation."

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

Susan stared closely at the underground overlord in New York in front of her, with no fear on her face.

As a staff member of the CIA Operations Division, she had seen many vicious criminals and had official support, so she was not inferior to Wilson at all, and she had the heroic spirit of being a woman and a man.

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

Wilson half-smiled, looking at the wrinkled old woman who was nearly sixty years old and whose face was full of elegant traces of time. She spoke softly, but her tone was extremely tough. Even though she knew that the other party was the CIA and represented the official government, she would not give in.

"You say, I listen, if it is, I admit it, how about it?"

"Brooklyn, supermarket, FBI, McCall..."

Susan spat out a few words coldly, not concatenating them into a sentence, but she had already told them everything she wanted to say and what she wanted to ask.

"not my business."

Wilson listened and remained calm.

Bullseye standing next to him also had a serious expression. From the moment he entered the reception room until now, he had the same expression, like a wooden man, as if he was not the one who fought with McCall last night.

"We communicated with the FBI and found a dart at the scene. At the same time, we checked McCall's body and found that there were scars on his palms pierced by the dart... In the whole of New York, the person who is best at using darts is you.

Men."

As Susan spoke, her needle-like gaze suddenly turned to Bullseye, and questions resounded: "Kingpin, how do you explain?"

"Lester, where did you go last night?"

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

"not me."

Bullseye was unhesitating, decisive and confident.

He just had a fight with McCall, and it was David who killed him. What does it have to do with him?

"You heard it, he was not the one who killed McCall last night... Darts are easy to forge. 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 calmly: "Ms. Susan, I hope you can show some professionalism and don't bother me with unconfirmed things. I am very busy, unlike you, a retired person."

After saying that, he was about to get up.

"etc."

Susan stopped Wilson's movements, and the coldness in her eyes gradually faded. Then she nodded and her tone became calmer: "McCall is dead, and some changes must be made to the original plan."

"What change?" Wilson frowned slightly.

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

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

"no problem."

Wilson nodded, it would do no harm to him, even if he was exposed, it would just be labeled as a traitor.

As the overlord of the underground underworld, this label is equivalent 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 win their support. This will be beneficial to taking over Pushkin's territory in the future."

Susan added: "Just like we said before."

"Can."

Wilson still agreed, then thought about it and asked: "When are you going to attack Pushkin? Do you need my cooperation?"

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

Susan took a deep look at Wilson, said nothing more, got up and left.

"That's it 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 smoking next to the car saw Susan and quickly put out his cigarette and acted as the driver.

The black car merged into traffic and disappeared.

"Lester, go investigate that driver." Wilson narrowed his eyes and showed a sneer.

"clear."

Bullseye nodded, he naturally knew who the driver Wilson mentioned was.

…

Hell's Kitchen, Secret Base.

"Fake, David, we agreed to five hundred thousand, why did we only get four hundred thousand?"

When Wesley woke up, he found that he had been ripped off.

"One hundred thousand is my agency fee, 20%, a reasonable commission."

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

"I knew it."

Wesley was furious.

"By the way, Fox told me that they discussed whether to commercialize medicinal oil. Most of the remaining members of the brotherhood expressed support. At the same time, they decided to change the brotherhood to an elder system..."

David smiled and said: "Congratulations, you are now a person with status. Not only the CEO of Fisker Pharmaceuticals, but also the elder of the Brotherhood, both black and white."

"Aren't you the same? You're also the boss and elder!"

Wesley snorted.

"I'm not."

David shook his head: "Since we are going to vote, it is best to change the number of elders to an odd number, so including you and Fox, there are five elders in total, which is very suitable. However, although I gave up the position of elder, Fisker Pharmaceuticals as

The brotherhood's cooperative organizations have a certain say."

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

"You can say that."

David shrugged.

He is not a fool. If he is not an elder, he does not want to be too closely bound to the Brotherhood. However, the Brotherhood is somewhat of a help, so he cannot completely ignore it.

Ring ring ring!

Suddenly, the cell phone rang.

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

"Hello?"

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

"The plan has changed. The CIA has begun to doubt me. They may want to attack Pushkin in advance. You must pay attention."

On the other side of the phone, Wilson warned: "Bullseye can no longer participate in any of your actions. They think Bullseye was present last night... However, I found some clues and will let you know the results."

"knew."

David nodded and said, "I'll be fine. Just take care of yourself."

"good."

After a few simple exchanges, the call ended.

David was thoughtful.

CIA's actions were very fast. One McCall died. Did that make them crazy?

Or is it that McCall's death drove Susan crazy?

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

If the CIA delays taking action and adopts delaying tactics, David should be worried.

His current mission deadline is only one week left.

"By the way, Matt said he found Slade and was considering how to deal with it. Should we go and take a look? After all, we also contributed to this matter."

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

Slade?

He was stunned for a moment before he realized. Isn't this Matt's real enemy who killed his father?

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

What did Matt do in the original plot?

"Let's go."

David really became energetic and said with a smile: "It's okay for now anyway, let's go and join in the fun."

…

Cypress Hill Cemetery, New York.

Located in Glendale, Queens, New York, many Chinese are buried here. Compared with New York housing prices, it is certainly affordable.

Jack Murdoch is buried here.

at this time.

Matt is paying homage to his father at the cemetery.

At his feet, a white man with an unshaven beard, a slightly fat figure, gray hair, and a face full of grooves was kneeling on the ground, looking at the tombstone of Jack Murdock in front of him, silent.

"You must remember him, your friend who was murdered twenty years ago."

Matt spoke calmly.

"Yes, I remember him."

Slade is in his fifties, but he looks as if he is sixty or seventy years old, much older than his peers.

He sighed deeply: "You are Matt. I thought you had been adopted and left New York long ago."

"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 his father's murderer whom he had been tracking down for nearly twenty years.

"So you did that thing with Sweeney?"

Slade didn't answer the question.

"it's me."

Matt nodded.

"I see."

Slade gave a bitter smile, the hope in his eyes was gone, and he was completely desperate.

The underground boxing gym was controlled by Kingpin, but it was broken into a few days ago, and Roscoe Sweeney, the person in charge of the gym, was kidnapped.

People who knew about this incident thought that Jin would not give up. However, Jin simply sent a new person in charge to rebuild the order of the boxing gym, and the matter just ended...

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is more to it than that, and Sweeney must have died in vain.

Slade couldn't afford to offend Sweeney, let alone Kingpin.

Putting it another way, the Matt next to him is someone who can compete with the Kingpin.

Slade put his hand into his arms and held the folding knife he carried with him.

Matt sensed his movement and his expression didn't change.

"Matt, I won't let you let me go, because I know it's impossible."

Slade's tone was sincere and he said every word: "However, don't deal with my family. This is the rule of the underground world... Just take it as a sign that I didn't kill you back then."

"I promise you."

Matt nodded slowly.

Tsk tsk!!

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 again.

Matt felt that Slade's heart had stopped beating, and he was silent for a long time. Finally, he sighed, turned around, and looked at the entrance to the cemetery.

David and Wesley looked at themselves from a distance.

"I didn't expect Matt to ask him to commit suicide. I thought he would ask Slade to surrender to the police station and be sentenced to life imprisonment."

Wesley was surprised. After contacting Matt these days, he knew what kind of person Matt was.

He has a strong sense of justice and is a bit indecisive.

"What he did was right. Some things are both appropriate and happy to be solved with violence."

David had a smile on his face.

Slade's death was what he wanted, and the Matt in front of him had undergone subtle changes from the Daredevil he remembered who followed the no-kill principle.

This is very good.

Hatred should be resolved violently.

Ding ding!

Suddenly, the cell phone text message rang.

David picked up the phone and looked at it. When he saw the content, he frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Wesley noticed something was wrong with his face.

"Something happened."

David said: "Teddy is dead."