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Murakami was once one of the five leaders of the Hand, possessing a large amount of resources and able to mobilize countless subordinates.

Miyamoto is the complete opposite of Murakami.

Ever since Miyamoto left the ninja family, he has been alone, with no companions and no support. What he has is only the ninjutsu that is barely passable under the strict training of his father for more than ten years.

Different life experiences have created two completely different ways of dealing with problems.

Murakami would be deceived by his former subordinate Owl, but Miyamoto would not, because he had no one to trust from the beginning to the end.

Things like trust and friendship were left forever by him in that courtyard deep in the mountains.

It is now the afternoon of January 7. Miyamoto relies on his unique person-hunting skills to find a guy who deliberately hides his identity in this metropolis with a population of nearly nine million.

The entry point he chose was Jin Bin.

Of course, Miyamoto did not foolishly contact Kingpin directly. He tracked Kingpin's men, investigated the flow of funds, and used some clues to speculate on the direction of Kingpin's attention.

After a day of research, Miyamoto got the information he wanted:

Kingpin's men had discovered the whereabouts of Iron Fist Daniel. They dispatched many people and heavy weapons, but just when they were about to succeed, a bullet spanned a distance of nearly one kilometer and blew out the head of an unlucky guy.

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After paying the price of nine lives, Kingpin's men discovered the sniper.

She is on the rooftop in the distance, wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket. Wrapped in the leather jacket, her figure is hot and sexy. The woman wears special full-coverage goggles, which emit a faint red light. The goggles are turned down and on one side.

The lines of his cheek are soft and moving, while the other side of his face is pressed against the cold sniper rifle.

Bang——

Another shot, a bullet first penetrated the car window, the seat, and then shot out of the rear door, blowing out the heart of the gang killer hiding behind.

"Quick! Hide inside the house!"

Ignoring the stunned Daniel, the gangsters scattered and fled into a nearby store. In the process, four more gunshots were fired.

This means that four more lives have been lost.

"Huh-huh-"

A gangster killer was hiding in a convenience store. He clung to the wall, and the cold touch gave him a rare sense of security.

"Where's Bullseye! Let him come over!" the killer shouted outside, "Only he can deal with this crazy woman——"

Before he could finish his words, a bullet penetrated the wall, entered the back of his neck, and exited his mouth.

As long as the accuracy of the 12.7 mm caliber sniper rifle bullets can be guaranteed and the opponent is still within the shooting range, she can completely ignore the wall, and the fully wrapped special goggles have an infrared sensor device that allows her to see through her vision like cheating.

wall.

One minute and twenty seconds later, the woman kicked open a door, pulled out a pistol and killed the last gangster.

Then, she disappeared with Daniel. Before leaving, she glanced at the surveillance camera at the intersection and blew up the camera with one shot.

Miyamoto sneaked into Jinpin's company, and when the female gunman fired the first shot, he recognized her identity:

It was she who stole the Adamantium box in Tokyo.

Everything started because of her.

Miyamoto watched the video carefully three times, then turned off the video, closed his eyes, and let himself go, forgetting that he was in Kingpin's lair and was in danger of being discovered and shot to death at any time.

Regardless of the mysterious woman... no, it's "me".

He tried his best to retain the feeling of just seeing this scene and put himself into the perspective of the mysterious woman.

No matter who is the force behind me, my ultimate goal is still the keel. This can be seen from Japan's snatching operation.

Daniel is the key to unlocking the seal of New York's Dragon Bone. I must convince him to unlock the seal... No, this is not the most important thing.

Miyamoto stopped this line of thinking.

Daniel is just a guy who knows a little bit about boxing and kicking, and at most has some super powers. The first thing I do is to ensure his safety and prevent him from being discovered by people from major forces...

Miyamoto took out a map of New York from his bag.

Now Kingpin's underworld forces, S.H.I.E.L.D., the military, the Avengers, and of course Zhang Ming are all looking for Daniel. Where will he be hidden?

Hell's Kitchen... No, although it's chaotic there, Kingpin has too many spies;

That's not right in Manhattan. There are too many police officers in wealthy areas, and there are too many types of electronic surveillance equipment, which is too dangerous.

Miyamoto's fingers scratched back and forth on the map, and his fingertips seemed to be drawing circles. The circles became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped in North Brooklyn.

This is the most chaotic place in New York besides Hell's Kitchen. Violence occurs every day. The indifference and vigilance between people are at an extreme. Maybe the neighbor who slept next door last night was picked up the next morning for defaulting on rent.

The landlord was kicked out with a baseball bat.

But this level of chaos does not deserve to be associated with gangs.

In this case, a strange neighbor would not attract many people's attention. Based on Miyamoto's many years of experience, this kind of place is an excellent hiding place in a strange city.

It's like a warm, dark, damp, dirty corner of the kitchen, always suitable for some foreign "little creatures" to quietly survive.

Miyamoto stole a car and slowly came to Brooklyn. On the way, he planned to report the situation to Zhang Ming, but the call never got through, so he had to edit the general situation into text and send it to Deidara.

For Zhang Ming, Miyamoto was initially full of fear and hostility. He thought about running away all the time, but now...

He touched a golden cherry blossom necklace on his neck.

This is a gift given to the Miyamoto family by the ancestors of the patriarchs to thank them for their service for generations. It has the magical effect of attracting good luck and avoiding evil. Whenever someone wants to kill him, the cherry blossom necklace will become cold. When someone expresses kindness to him,

time, it will become warm.

Although Zhang Ming behaves very fiercely, the necklace is always at room temperature or with a little warmth around him.

On the contrary, Murakami, who is always smiling, occasionally makes his necklace feel cold.

Miyamoto actually didn't believe that Zhang Ming had cursed him, but he felt that hanging out with Zhang Ming wouldn't be a bad idea. As long as Zhang Ming had enough influence, his father's terminal illness might be cured.

Miyamoto stopped the car, wiped away all traces of the car, and threw the stolen car on the side of the road.

He looked around, looking for the best sniping point, and walked over one by one.

He took out a can of gray powder from his backpack, grabbed it in his hand, and used a weird technique to slowly scatter it against the wind. A series of footprints instantly appeared on the originally blank ground.

These are Miyamoto's footprints.

He looked around and found no trace of anyone else.

He lit another stick of incense, and the smell of incense wafted in the air. The incense prepared through a secret method, combined with his trained nose, allowed him to have a hound-like sense of smell in a short period of time.

There is no smell of bullets either.

Miyamoto went downstairs and headed to another sniper point.

In this way, he searched carefully and the sun gradually set.

Finally, before the last ray of sunset disappeared, he found it.

The footprints on the ground were very clean and very purposeful. She walked straight to the edge of the rooftop without using a sniper rifle. She was simply scouting the surroundings. However, Miyamoto believed that as long as there was any sign of trouble, she would be able to shoot immediately.

Deadly bullet.

Miyamoto measured the size of the footprints and confirmed again.

That's right, it's her.

Miyamoto carefully lay down on the edge of the rooftop.

This is not the best sniping position, so why is she here?

There are two possibilities.

One way is that Iron Fist is in this building, and the mysterious woman regards this as a base, so she has to stand here and prepare for possible attacks.

Miyamoto held the telescope, and there was another possibility, that is, Iron Fist was in the building opposite, and the mysterious woman was watching here. Once anyone tried to get close to Iron Fist, she could easily snipe him from a distance.

He prefers the second option.

Snap.

The sun has completely set, as if the world has turned on a light switch, plunging New York into darkness, and artificial light overflows from the small windows.

Looking at the warm light coming from the window, Miyamoto suddenly felt a little homesick.

When he was a child, he often played wildly with his young master until dark, and then returned home covered in mud. What impressed him most was, under the dim light, his mother's helpless smile and his father's clichéd nagging...

Miyamoto ended his recollection, probably because the news of his father's serious illness made him weak.

He cannot be weak. In this line of work, weakness equals death.

Miyamoto arrived at the apartment building opposite. Gray powder was sprayed, and large footprints immediately appeared on the ground. He distinguished the footprints of the mysterious woman from them and began to slowly climb the stairs.

It was only six o'clock now. When Miyamoto was going upstairs, he heard the howling of Ai, as well as the sounds of quarrels and beatings. He liked similar sounds, which could help him hide himself better.

The sixth floor... is this room.

Miyamoto followed the footprints and walked over. He did not rush in directly, but spent half a second to naturally pry open the door next door, push the door open and walk in.

"Who are you……"

Whoosh——

Two tranquilizer darts pierced the bodies of a young couple. They rolled their eyes and fell unconscious. Miyamoto closed the door and rushed forward to support their bodies to prevent them from making any noise.

Sometimes people are safer alive than dead, and the smell of dead people's blood will attract attention.

Miyamoto walked to the wall and quietly drilled a small hole with a diameter of only two centimeters in the wall. He observed the situation in the room from here.

Daniel was on the phone. Compared to the photo, he looked particularly haggard at the moment. He was growling into the phone, very excited, and seemed to be dissatisfied with the current situation.

Miyamoto looked for the mysterious woman, but didn't see it. He put his ear closer, but he didn't hear the second person's breathing.

Not at the sniper point, not at the hiding place, where did she go?

After quietly taking a deep breath, Miyamoto pressed the hole with his fingers. No matter where the mysterious woman was, he might be the first person in New York to find Daniel. He must pass the news to Zhang Ming immediately.

Taking out his mobile phone, Miyamoto pressed Zhang Ming's number.

At this moment the curtains fluttered, and a gust of cold winter wind blew over.

As the phone connected, Miyamoto couldn't help but wonder, what the hell kind of weather is this, why is it so cold! It's as if the bone marrow is about to freeze!

The next moment, Miyamoto realized that it was not the wind that was so cold, but the cherry blossom necklace around his neck.

Someone wants to kill him!

Right here!

It's now!

He turned his head suddenly and stared at the window. At the same time, the glass fragments shattered and a narrow copper-yellow bullet flew in!

In a short moment, Miyamoto only had time to make one action. He pushed the wall hard and moved his body as far back as possible, while shouting into the mobile phone: "Iron Fist——"

He didn't have time to say the next words, because the bullet had penetrated his abdomen, blasting his internal organs to pieces, and the blood that surged up blocked Miyamoto's throat.