Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"last night?"

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

"Just talking about cooperation, did you do anything else?"

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

As a staff member of the CIA Operations Department, she has seen many ferocious criminals and has official support, so she is not at all inferior to Wilson, and she has a heroic spirit that does not give way to men.

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

Wilson had a half-smile, looking at the wrinkled old woman who was nearly sixty years old and her face was full of elegant signs of aging. She spoke softly, but her tone was extremely tough. Even if she knew that the other party was the CIA, representing the government, she would not back down.

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

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

Susan coldly uttered a few words, which did not form a sentence, but she had told her everything she wanted to say and ask.

"not my business."

After hearing this, Wilson still didn't change his face.

Bullseye standing next to him also had a serious expression. Since entering the reception room until now, he has always 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 a dart was found at the scene. At the same time, McCall's body was checked, and there were scars pierced by a dart on his palm... In the whole of New York, the person who is best at using darts is yours men."

As Susan spoke, her needle-like gaze suddenly turned to Bullseye, and the voice of questioning resounded: "Jin Bin, how do you explain it?"

"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 did not hesitate, was decisive and full of confidence.

He just got into a fight with McCall, and it was David who killed him, so what does that have to do with him?

"You heard that he wasn't 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's no need to talk about our cooperation."

Wilson waved his hand and said calmly: "Ms. Susan, if you are here for this, then our conversation will end here. I hope you can be professional and don't talk about unconfirmed things. Annoy me, I’m very busy, unlike you, a retired person.”

After speaking, he was about to get up.

"and many more."

Susan stopped Wilson's movements, and the coldness in her eyes gradually subsided. Then she nodded, her tone calmed down a little: "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. We will mobilize people to replace McCall."

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

"no problem."

Wilson nodded, it wasn't bad for him, even if he was exposed, it was nothing more than a label of turning his face and denying others.

As the overlord of the underground underworld, this label is tantamount to praise.

"Also, you need to 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 said again: "Just like we said before."

"can."

Wilson still agreed, then thought for a while, and asked, "When are you going to attack Pushkin? Do you need my cooperation?"

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

Susan took a deep look at Wilson, got up and left without saying anything more.

"Just here today."

crunch--

She left the Manhattan Center building.

Wilson went to the window and saw Susan walking towards a black car parked on the side of the road.

The man who was leaning against the car and smoking a cigarette saw Susan, quickly put out his cigarette and acted as the driver.

The black car merged into the traffic and disappeared.

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

"clear."

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

……

Hell's Kitchen, the secret base.

"Fack, David, the agreed 50, why only 40?"

When Wesley woke up, he found that he had been plucked.

"One hundred thousand is my agency fee, 20.00%, a reasonable commission."

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

"I knew it."

Wesley was furious.

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

David smiled and said: "Congratulations, you are also a person of status now, not only the CEO of Fiske Pharmaceuticals, but also the elders of the fraternity, black and white take both."

"Aren't you too? You're still the boss and elder!"

Wesley snorted.

"I'm not."

David shook his head: "Since voting is required, it is best to change the number of elders to an odd number, so counting you and Fox and the others, there are five elders in total, which is very suitable. However, although I gave up the position of elder, Fiske Pharmaceuticals as The cooperative organization of the Brotherhood has a certain right to speak."

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

"you can say it this way."

David shrugged.

He's not a fool. If he doesn't want to be an elder, he doesn't want to be too deeply bound to the brotherhood, but the brotherhood is more or less a help, and it's impossible to completely ignore it.

Ring Ring Ring!

Suddenly, the phone rang.

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

"Hey?"

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

"The plan has changed. The CIA has begun to suspect me. They may have 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 thought Bullseye was there last night... However, I found some clues and will let you know the results."

"understood."

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

"it is good."

After a few simple exchanges, the call ended.

David thought about it.

The CIA's action is fast, and a McCall is killed, so it makes them crazy?

Or did McCall's death drive Susan crazy?

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

David should be worried if the CIA delays action and adopts delaying tactics.

His current task time limit is only one week left.

"By the way, Matt said he found Slade and was considering what to do with it. Shall we go and have a look? After all, we also contributed to this matter."

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

Slade?

He froze for a moment before realizing, isn't this Matt's real killing of his father and enemy?

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

What did Matt do in the original plot?

"Let's go."

David really came alive, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I'm fine for the time being, let's 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 must be considered cheap.

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 Murdoch in front of him, silent.

"You must remember him, your friend who was murdered by you 20 years ago."

Matt spoke softly.

"Yes, I remember him."

Slade is in his 50s this year, but he looks like he is 70 or [-] years old, much older than his peers.

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

"So, you know what I'm going to do, don't you?"

Matt's tone was so calm that it was unbelievable, as if the man in front of him was not the murderer of his father who he had tracked down for nearly 20 years.

"So you did what Sweeney did too?"

Slade didn't answer the question.

"it's me."

Matt nods.

"I see."

Slade gave a wry smile, hope was lost in his eyes, and he was completely desperate.

The underground boxing gym is controlled by Jin Bin, but it was breached a few days ago, and the head of the boxing gym, Roscoe Sweeney, was kidnapped.

People who knew about this thought that Jin would not let it go, but Jin just re-appointed a person in charge to rebuild the order of the boxing gym, and the matter ended like this...

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is not so simple behind this, and Sweeney must have died for nothing.

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

On the other hand, Matt next to him is someone who can wrestle with Jin.

Slade ran his hands into his bosom, clutching the pocketknife he carried with him.

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

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

Slade spoke sincerely, saying every word: "But, don't deal with my family, this is the rule of the underground world... Just treat it as if I didn't kill you back then."

"of course."

Matt nodded slowly.

Chi Chi! !

The next moment, Slade opened the pocket knife and stabbed himself in the heart.

He fell to the ground with a thump, and there was no more sound.

Matt felt that Slade's heart had stopped beating, and he was silent for a long time, then finally sighed, then turned around and looked towards the entrance of the cemetery.

David and Wesley looked at themselves from a distance.

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

Wesley was surprised. His contact with Matt these days also made him know what kind of person Matt was.

A strong sense of justice, but also a bit indecisive.

"He is right to do so. Some things are resolved violently, which is both appropriate and happy."

David had a smile on his face.

Slade's death was in his favor, and the Matt in front of him had changed slightly from the Daredevil in his memory who followed the principle of not killing.

This is very good.

Hatred should be resolved with violence.

Ding Ding!

Suddenly, the mobile phone text message rang.

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

"what happened?"

Wesley noticed that his expression was wrong.

"Something happened."

David said, "Teddy is dead."