Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"Teddy?"

Wesley was stunned for a moment, then reacted instantly and was shocked: "Teddy Renson... is he dead?"

He certainly won't forget Teddy Renson.

Last night they were fighting side by side in the supermarket, and they were almost beaten up by McCall one on one...

This kind of thing, no matter how long it has passed, is still vivid in my mind.

"Yes, half an hour ago, four people broke into Slavi's club in Brooklyn and shot him to death."

David nodded in confirmation.

"There are only four people on the other side?"

Wesley found it incredible that although Teddy was rated as useless by Bullseye, in terms of overall ability, Teddy was actually no weaker than him.

Four enemies, with Teddy's ability, it is not impossible to deal with them.

Even if he couldn't handle it, wouldn't he still run away? How could he be shot to death randomly?

"Yes, four people."

David pondered for a moment: "These four people are not easy. You fought McCall last night. Do you think you can beat McCall?"

"So, four McCalls attacked Teddy?"

Wesley understood instantly, his pupils shrank, and he understood the cause of Teddy's death.

"Individually, they are definitely far behind McCall, but they can be considered on the same level as Teddy."

David answered.

You can tell with your buttocks that this is revenge from CIA, or in other words, revenge from Susan.

"Who did Pushkin provoke? How could he invite such a powerful person to deal with him?"

Wesley took a breath.

If their strength levels are similar, one person certainly cannot defeat four people.

Not to mention Teddy, even the superior Bullseye would probably be quite embarrassed.

"Pushkin is the leader of the East Coast underground world. If he dies, the underground world will fall into chaos. At that time, the vacated market will mean wealth that you can't imagine..."

David sighed: "Some people want to swallow up these markets, so Pushkin must die... However, they don't want Pushkin to die too quickly, which will lead to others benefiting, so their approach is like a snake, always

Eating away Pushkin bit by bit..."

"Sounds cruel."

Wesley shrugged, not caring.

"Are you interested in working part-time?"

Suddenly, David's words made him open his eyes wide.

"You won't let me deal with those four people, will you?"

Wesley was shocked: "I want to make more money, but I don't want to die."

"Of course it's not just you, there's also Fox and the others."

David smiled and said: "It takes money to rebuild the Brotherhood. Sloan is dead and the textile factory is destroyed. For a while, they have to have a stable source of income, or directly engage in big business. What do you think?"

"How much can Pushkin give?" Wesley asked.

"If it's just you, two million, if it's the entire brotherhood, 20 million." David thought for a moment, gave the price, paused, "Of course, I'll take 20%."

This kind of money given out will be wasted if it is not withdrawn.

"What did Fox say?"

"I haven't asked yet, but they probably won't say no. Who doesn't want to make more money?"

"..."

Wesley knew David was telling the truth.

When he looked up, he felt that David was like a demagogue, with two evil goat's horns growing out of his forehead.

After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth.

"Done!"

After Wesley agreed, he asked, "When will we do it?"

"Wait for the information to be sent over, and take action at any time. The sooner the better."

David didn't want to delay.

If CIA wants to eat away at Pushkin's power bit by bit, then he has to do the opposite, attack quickly, and force the opponent to take action.

Just like a football match, you use your own rhythm to force the rhythm of the entire game.

This is not only for our own victory, but also for solving problems before the mission time limit.

"still have a question."

Wesley took a glance and saw Matt walking towards him, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is the person targeting Pushkin? Who has such great ability to push Pushkin to this point? No

It must be Kingpin, they just met yesterday..."

"cia, Central Intelligence Agency."

David didn't hide anything, he didn't shy away from anything. Seeing Wesley's horrified expression, he smiled and said, "You're not afraid anymore, are you?"

"Afraid, what is there to be afraid of?"

Wesley shook his head: "I'm just curious, why would the CIA attack Pushkin? Are they also responsible for fighting against gangs?"

"They really have no duty to crack down on gangs, so they just want to find some extra money."

David sneered: "What kind of virtue is CIA? You will know if you read the news more. It is ten times more hateful than the one above."

At this time.

Matt came to the two of them.

After dealing with the personal grudge that he had been worrying about for twenty years, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

With his hearing, he naturally heard the conversation between the two.

After all, these two people didn't hide anything when they talked.

"I can help if needed."

However, the first words he spoke surprised David and Wesley.

Especially David, he never expected that Matt would ask for help.

This is a gang operation.

According to Daredevil's character, it is basically impossible to help commit crimes.

At this moment, David realized that he had made an empiricist error.

The Matt in front of him is not the Daredevil in his memory, and he will probably never become the superhero with the same bitter hatred as Batman.

"Of course I need your help."

David nodded immediately: "However, your help will not be in vain this time. I will contact Pushkin and give you... a reward of two million."

"so much?"

Now it was Matt's turn to be surprised.

"Believe me, your joining is very important to us."

David patted Matt on the shoulder.

"Yes."

Wesley deeply agreed: "You don't know how much I missed you last night."

On the battlefield, if there is a God's perspective that can observe the enemy's movements at any time, it is tantamount to a blessing from God for our own personnel.

…

Manhattan, a hotel room.

Susan opened the military-grade laptop she carried with her and made a video call with the man opposite.

"Teddy Renson is dead, Pushkin has moved to a safe house, and is still under our control."

Susan Hui reported: "The murderer who killed McCall is suspected to be Bullseye, but it is also possible that Pushkin framed the case just to create discord between us and Kingpin."

"It doesn't matter, Kingpin is our target anyway."

The man opposite said: "In this operation, we must try to clear out the underground forces on the east coast. Let our people take action quickly and find a suitable opportunity to kill Kingpin and Pushkin at once."

"clear."

Susan nodded: "I will arrange it."

"The new black ops team will be at your disposal in this operation, let's see their combat effectiveness."

The other party was full of confidence in his words, as if he had a chance to win, and said with a smile: "This will be the last action before the new century. Try to end it all before Christmas, so that our agents can have a successful New Year."

"As you command, sir."

Susan responded seriously.

…

Hell's Kitchen, Secret Base.

David turned on his computer and found emails sent by Pushkin and Kingpin almost simultaneously.

He printed several copies and distributed them to several people in the room.

"The information is coming."

David glanced at Wesley, Matt, Fox and other fraternity members, and smiled slightly: "This time the enemy is a top agent from CIA, and the difficulty of the mission will not be lower than last time, or even higher. Everyone,

You have to cheer up."

"certainly."

Wesley said: "We are professionals in killing people."

"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot..."

David glanced at Wesley again and said with a smile: "Last night he fought against a CIA agent and was almost beaten up. A group of people were fully armed, but they killed only two of them... About this point

, you can indeed ask him for advice."

Wesley was stunned, but he didn't expect David to expose him.

Everyone looked at Wesley with strange expressions.

The latter instantly blushed with embarrassment.