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The three years Tommy spent in prison were not a waste of time.

During these three years, no matter it was windy or rainy, or what happened, Tommy persisted from beginning to end, and never stopped physical training for a day.

In addition to physical training, he also studied fighting skills.

With the help of Jaina's connections outside, he invited top fighting masters from all over the world to teach them what they had learned.

With the blessing of Canbao's martial arts talent, Tommy's learning progress was rapid.

It took only a short time to master the unique skills of the masters.

In the days that followed, he conducted practical teaching with these masters.

In the first few days, those fighting masters could fight him to a draw and fight back and forth.

But as time went by, the masters began to be unable to do so and gradually fell behind.

When the masters were no match for him with weapons, Tommy's strength reached a new level.

Superb physical fitness, superb fighting skills.

When these two are combined, it is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Even Tommy himself is not sure what level he has reached.

Perhaps, one day in the future, he should find a real martial arts master to test his level.

…

Inside the apartment.

The lights are not on, and the room is dark.

Only the TV is still working, flickering a faint light.

A tense and exciting game is being played on the screen at this moment.

"81-74, the Spurs defeated the Pistons, won the series, and became the 2005 annual champion!"

This is a replay of the NBA Finals a few days ago, the match between the San Antonio Spurs and the Detroit Pistons.

The game was extremely tense from the beginning, and the Spurs were always behind in the score.

At the critical moment, Duncan stood up, got rid of his previous sluggish attitude, scored five goals in a row, revitalized the team's morale, and finally defeated the Pistons and won the final championship trophy.

This is a typical tough guy duel, and both teams are strong defensive teams.

Maybe the industry insiders think it's not bad, but in the eyes of the audience, hard-hitting defense is not as good as fancy offense.

This also makes the whole game boring and the ratings are very low.

Because of this, the man watching the game at this moment fell asleep on the sofa, holding an unfinished beer can in his hand, his head was already backward, and he was snoring like thunder.

However, at some point, the man's expression suddenly became nervous and his body twitched slightly.

Then, he suddenly woke up from his dream as if he saw something terrible.

In the darkness, Lincoln's eyes opened instantly and looked at the dark room with horror in his eyes.

He gasped rapidly, and his heart pounded as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

After a long time, Lincoln slowly came back to his senses and realized that everything that had just happened was just a nightmare of his.

This nightmare was so realistic that he almost thought it was real, and even reached out and touched his head to see if it was really eaten by the monster.

Fortunately, his head was still there.

At least, it's still there.

Because in the next second, the door of the apartment suddenly opened.

Lincoln was stunned and had no time to react. Before he could reach under the coffee table to get the pistol hidden underneath, a black muzzle was already aimed at his head.

Bang!

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Tommy held a Glock 34 pistol and shot Lincoln in the head with only one bullet, easily solving the target on the list.

After doing all this, he turned around and left quickly.

Only a dead body was left, falling next to the TV with cheers.

After Tommy left, a blind man came with a cane.

The blind man's name was Matt Murdoch, the lawyer mentioned in the bar in the evening.

Tonight, Matt made an appointment to meet the informant here.

And his informant was Lincoln who had just been killed.

With a cane in his hand, Matt walked towards the apartment building, but when he walked downstairs and before he stepped into the door of the apartment building, he suddenly took a deep breath and seemed to notice something.

"There is a smell of blood!"

Due to an accident, Matt lost his vision.

But it was also because of this accident that his other organs were fully strengthened and could play a role far beyond that of ordinary people.

"No, Lincoln is in danger!"

With a bad premonition in his heart, Matt no longer pretended, quickened his pace, and ran upstairs.

Upstairs.

The room was not locked, and the door was directly opened.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Lincoln's brain-opening corpse appeared in front of Matt at this moment.

"The person is dead."

Matt shook his head. He could not hear any breathing except himself.

This shows that the murder had happened for some time and the killer had gone far away.

Since he couldn't track him for the time being, Matt had to put on gloves and check the body on the ground to see if he could find some useful clues to facilitate future investigations.

"The deceased had only one wound on his body, right in the middle of his forehead..."

After confirming the condition of the deceased, Matt's face immediately became solemn.

Killed with one shot, this man is definitely not an ordinary professional killer.

He had a reason to think so.

In order to ensure the success rate, most killers would use the Mozambique shooting method when shooting.

That is, two shots to the chest and one shot to the head.

The reason for doing this is that compared with other parts of the body, the chest has the largest area and is most likely to be hit. The important organs are all here, which can make the target lose combat effectiveness instantly.

The next shot to the head is to prevent the target from being completely dead.

But this killer today is different. He seems to have absolute confidence in his shooting skills. He only aims at the head and shoots, and he didn't even fire the second shot.

And his shooting skills are really amazing.

The bullet hit Lincoln's eyebrows just right, as if it was measured with a ruler before shooting, without any deviation.

Matt remembered that only three people could do such a terrible shooting method.

Bullseye, whose real name is Lester, is a professional killer who once worked for the crime lord Kingpin.

But in a duel some time ago, Bullseye accidentally fell from a height, his spine was shattered, and he is currently hospitalized.

Punisher, whose real name is Frank Cassel, was born in the United States Marine Corps.

He was awarded many medals of honor for his outstanding performance during his military service.

But a great change later caused him to lose his wife and children. The heartbroken Frank swore from then on that he would become the Punisher and embark on the road of fighting crime.

The last time Matt heard the news, Punisher was far away in Chicago, seemingly hunting down his nemesis Jigsaw.

Judging from the time and distance, this should not have been done by him.

As for the last Blade, Matt felt that it was also impossible.

As we all know, as a vampire killer, Blade specializes in killing vampires.

Ordinary gangsters, as long as they don't get in trouble, Blade will not care, and he is too lazy to care.

The three suspects were ruled out one by one, and Matt's mind was full of questions.

When did such a top killer with terrible shooting skills come to New York?

And what was the purpose of that killer?