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Chapter 7 Bullseye!Daredevil!

"My name is Lester, a man with top throwing talent. My family environment since I was a child has made my spirit unstable, and my heart is filled with some tyrannical emotions.

When I was a teenager, because of my strong throwing skills, I entered the baseball team, which is the top professional baseball team.

I am very hopeful to become a world-renowned baseball star!

But after three games, I simply killed the batter with a ball because of boredom, and since then I have been separated from the whole normal society. Some official organization.. I'm a special talent after all."

Hell's Kitchen, the exterior of a modest building.

A well-proportioned, ordinary-looking Caucasian man, wearing a cleaner's clothes, slowly entered the building with a suitcase.

New York is a city that never sleeps, even in the early morning, the streets will be very noisy.

but that's only downtown
This hell's kitchen, at night, is the world of those gangs.

No one would be willing to stay outside for a long time, except in front of the bar and KTV, the night in Hell's Kitchen is relatively quiet.

"Ding!"

The elevator door opens and Lester enters.

"and many more!"

A woman in business attire trotted forward, holding a folder in her hand.

"Be careful." Lester reached out to block the elevator door that was about to close, and at the same time caught the falling folder.

The woman was sweating profusely, and said: "Thank you, I sorted out these documents all night, if they are lost, I have to sort them out again."

Lester pursed his lips and said, "Understood, huh? Look at your badge. Are you a lawyer?"

"Um"

Lester said: "I hope you can enjoy tonight."

"Eh? You and you too."

Lester smiled slightly, "Of course."

"Ding!"

lift up
"Ding!"

Lester got off the elevator first, and when he came out, he saw an abandoned office area.

Slowly go to the toilet.

Lock the door.

I opened my big bag, and inside was a set of black and red combat uniforms. The helmet was forged from a high-density protective sheet that could withstand pistol shooting. The chest and vital parts were also embedded with lightweight, but defensive Powerful yet surprisingly special coated flakes.

"Tonight. I am. Daredevil!"

Putting on his battle suit, Lester moved his wrists and ankles.

He likes this suit very much, but the helmet somewhat affects his perception.

But it's not a big problem, while the perception is reduced, the defense is increased.

"I can't wait to hear...the screams of these elite lawyers!"

"Zizzi"

The lights in the office are flickering tonight, which seems to be caused by unstable voltage.

"Oh!"

There was a loud bang, and the lights were completely extinguished.

The lobby office area became quiet.

Karen (Matt's girlfriend) walks out of the office feeling a little uneasy.

"Call the fire department!" After leaving this sentence.

Karen hurried back to the office, locked the door, and called her boyfriend Mark at the same time.

In the office area, the security guard near the door was groping on the table, looking for his own flashlight.

But vaguely felt something unusual behind him.

Looking back, I saw a figure that almost merged with the darkness.

"Oh Shet! It's not Halloween! Scared to death!"

"Listen, this is the office area, get lost!"

The corner of Bullseye's mouth curled up slightly, and he pulled out two alloy short sticks from behind with both hands in an instant.

"asshole!"

The security guard was also a veteran. He sensed the other party's killing intent and wanted to take out the electric baton.

Whoosh!
Bullseye raised his hand and hit him precisely on the jaw with a stick, and a rush of wind broke into the security guard's ears.

At the same time, the alloy stick, which was supposed to be a blunt weapon, was slammed into his chest by Bullseye.

"Hush. Be quiet"

The emergency ambient light in the house was on, but most of the place was still dark.

"Ah!" A female lawyer noticed the abnormality here.

"boom!"

When Bullseye turned around, the short stick in his hand came out, accompanied by a dull pop sound.

The stick had already sunk into the female lawyer's neck.

"Run!"

Looking at Bullseye with blood splattered on his body, everyone was terrified.

But running around in the dark just increases the chance of being killed.

"Whizzing."

Two pencils were thrown out, accurately piercing the throats of two people who hadn't had time to run into the warehouse on one side.

Seemingly unsatisfied, Bullseye licked his tongue.

Picking up the scissors and stationery on the side, let it rotate at the fingertips, and made an aiming action.

"Whoosh! Ding!"

All the white blades of the scissors sank into the back of the heart.

The young lawyer only felt his mouth open, but no sound could come out.

He looked desperately at the female colleague beside him, and stretched out his hand to ask for help, but the other party could not protect herself.

Fergie is one of the directors of the firm. He just got off work and walked out of the fire escape. He is going to go downstairs today instead of taking the elevator and take the stairs to exercise.

He heard a strange cry for help.

"what happened?"

He turned his head and pushed open the door. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

But a feeling of being locked by a beast instantly climbed up the back of the head.

fear!

Fear engulfed him like a tide.

Bullseye pulled the alloy stick out of one person, and blood and flesh splashed all over him, but he didn't care.

Tilting his head slightly, he looked at Foggy, grinning with a hint of cruelty.

"Whoosh!"

The tip of the short stick was stained with blood, and it went straight to Foggy's door.

His subconscious mind seemed to have anticipated it, and he didn't even dare to call for help or ask what happened inside the house.

Vaguely, he could only see a figure like a ghost standing under the faint light in the darkness.

"what"

"puff!"

A pair of big hands stretched out from the side, and precisely grasped the alloy short stick.

The person who came was not Ang Lee, but Matt Murdoch who had no time to go home and change his clothes!
A pitch-black wool cap, only the tip of the nose and mouth were not covered.

A black close-fitting sweater fully set off the surging muscle lines.

Matt has the boxing explosive power of a top boxer, as well as a reaction speed beyond ordinary people, and his legwork has also been developed to the level of a martial artist.

But the most powerful thing is his perception!
He could clearly feel that this alloy short stick was exactly the same as his own.

pattern, thickness, weight.
This evidence suggests that the stick was made by a single person.

Not far away, the man was wearing the same Daredevil suit as himself, and the suit was forged by a craftsman
This made Matt think of Fisk (Jin Bing), the underworld emperor.

Because that craftsman was once Fisk's subordinate
"Whoosh!"

It wasn't any conversation that first broke the silence.

It's an alloy short stick flying over!
Matt was amazed at the strength of the opponent's throw, subconsciously blocked the short stick in his hand,

Bullseye, who was wearing a night devil suit, kicked with flying knees.

Mark dodged to dodge, but with Fergie behind him, he couldn't avoid it.

With a sinking waist and abdomen, he took advantage of the situation and dived, using the hug-wrestling technique, sliding forward to pinch the opponent.

The two collided, and Matt raised his hand for an uppercut, and Bullseye only felt the whistling sound harsh.

With a muffled sound, the wind of the fist swept against the side of his face with a strong force.

But the helmet played a role, offsetting most of the force.

Coupled with Matt chasing all the way, his physical strength has declined.

Bullseye raised his hand to block and kicked his legs.Use force to pop back.

"Clap clap clap!!!"

Sweeping out three whip legs casually, the sound of breaking wind whistled.

Matt didn't retreat but advanced, trying to hug Bullseye, he knew that the connecting lines on the clothes could be grabbed.

Sure enough, the clothes were copied one-to-one. Although the bullseye plate was stable, Matt was stronger in strength.

"Ok?"

"boom!"

There was flying dust all over the place.

Matt squeezed his bullseye and asked, "Who are you!!"

Bullseye was not in a hurry, and with a flick of his wrist, he shot out the paper clip he picked up aside.

Matt didn't expect that the paper clip that the other party snapped out had a speed close to that of a crossbow arrow.

Hastily dodged, his cheeks were still scratched.

Bullseye got up quickly, and after a brief fight just now, he had already figured out the opponent's fighting ability, and he was still a little behind.

Then use your strengths, tug of war, and hit long-range damage!
"Snapped!"

As soon as Matt stood up, a ballpoint pen seemed to be shot from a shotgun, and instantly hit him.

At the same time, the elevator stopped on this floor slowly descended to the first floor.
(End of this chapter)