Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Bullseye commented with great interest: "If you only talk about shooting, I can't compare to them... Acquiring the spear throwing technique requires talent. Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of talent."

Although he expressed regret verbally, the people who heard him said this did not feel that Bullseye really regretted it.

"That blind man, Matt Murdoch, what do you think?" Wilson asked again.

"It should have been him last night."

Bullseye hesitated slightly, and said in a low voice, "However, why did David hang out with him? Didn't David know that you were his assassination target last night?"

"No, David knows."

Wilson shook his head and said with a smile, "We were the ones who made the mistake. I understand now that Matt wasn't targeting me last night."

"Sweeney..."

Bullseye instantly realized that the reason why Jin Bin was assassinated last night was because he accidentally blocked a knife for someone else, and he also blocked a knife for his own younger brother... It's a bit embarrassing.

"What should we do about it?"

After pondering for a moment, he asked after returning to his senses.

"Change the person in charge of the boxing gym, don't track down, cover up David's identity, eliminate the traces of the three of them...you know what to do."

Wilson waved his hand: "That's it, I still have an appointment, so I can't be late."

"clear."

Bullseye nodded and left the building.

Wilson stayed in the room, couldn't help dragging the progress bar, and watched the video again.

At this moment, the smile in his eyes was even bigger.

"It's so deep, my dear brother."

Wilson whispered to himself: "I knew...the Fisk family has no cowards!"

Chapter 19 Breaking the Principles

The three of David escorted Sweeney and drove all the way. They didn't stop in Manhattan, but came to a landmark building in Manhattan, under the Manhattan Bridge, in a remote place near the East River.

The Manhattan Bridge spans the East River and connects Manhattan and Brooklyn. It is the most important traffic artery in New York and one of the four free bridges connecting Manhattan Island and Long Island.

It was opened on December 1909, 12, exactly 31 years ago.

After nearly a hundred years of development, the scene under the bridge has changed from silt-covered and barren to the best promenade for viewing the riverside scenery and overlooking the intersection of the river and the sea.There are also commercial entities such as viewing restaurants and coffee shops.

However, the river bank is long and winding, and not every location is very lively.

Every New Yorker has probably heard the story of the mob's favorite place to dispose of dead bodies by the river.

Under the bridge, the area where homeless people gather is the location of the story.

Many dilapidated boats that have been exposed to wind, rain, and sun are docked, and there are rows of tents and even wooden houses built by homeless people on the shore. In stark contrast to the bustling city, it looks like a ruined place left behind.

at this time.

Several men came to the area.

Bang bang bang! !

David removed the suppressor from the barrel and fired a few shots.

The gunshots exploded like thunder, startling the seagulls on the river bank to flap their wings and fly away, and at the same time scared away many homeless people in the gathering place.

However, there are always people who are not afraid of death, especially for homeless people who have nothing for a long time, death may be the destination they yearn for more.

Seeing this, David raised his gun.

boom!

The bullets flew and landed at the feet of these people one by one, making craters one by one.

These people looked terrified and resisted moving.

Seeing this, David became a little impatient, and shot precisely, blowing the ears of these people.

Knowing that if they stayed any longer, they would be greeted with torture instead of threats, these people could no longer hold back their fear and retreated quickly.

"Actually, you don't need to shoot them to drive them away."

Matt's face was complicated, and his super senses allowed him to perceive the emotions of those homeless people quite thoroughly.This may be one of the reasons for his overflowing sympathy and strong sense of justice.

"It's faster this way."

David shrugged: "Homeless people don't deserve sympathy. Besides, I'm a killer, and I get paid for killing people."

"I didn't ask you to kill."

The corner of Matt's mouth twitched, realizing that his way of thinking was indeed completely different from David's.

Wesley, on the other hand, remained calm and collected throughout.

"It's time to do business, Matt, your goal has been achieved, do what you should do."

He tore Sweeney out of the car, put a gun on Sweeney's forehead, and greeted Matt.

"Gudong!"

Sweeney swallowed saliva frantically, his body trembled slightly, his legs were weak, and he couldn't stand still at all. He fell to his knees with a "plop", the bean-sized sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, and his hair was mixed with a little paleness. Like a frail old man.

David and Wesley, however, were not fooled by his appearance.

As for Matt, unfortunately, he is blind.

Sweeney's act of showing weakness is tantamount to playing the piano against a cow.

"Sweeney, you know what I want to ask."

Matt stood still in front of Sweeney. Although he couldn't see it, he also had a three-dimensional picture constructed by sound waves in his mind.

Sweeney was on his knees in front of him.

At this moment, he seemed to return to 20 years ago. When he was a child, he lost his father. Sweeney once came to the house to express his condolences.

Sweeney, who came to visit, had a lofty attitude, full of hypocrisy, arrogance and sarcasm.

Matt thus deeply remembered the name.

At that time, he only knew that his father was murdered, not the real reason behind it.

After years of investigation, Matt is still shrouded in a cloud of fog, unable to figure out the truth.

But right now, the clues are in hand, and the truth is within reach.

"Sweeney, tell me what I want to know."

Matt took a deep breath and said in a low tone, "The cause of my father's death, and... the real murderer who killed my father."

"..."

Sweeney looked at the blind man in front of him, and then at his side. David and Wesley, who seemed to be humming two generals, knew that they were doomed today.

"Since I am sure to die, why should I make my enemy happy?"

He smiled miserably, and then shouted like crazy, spit flying all over the place.

"Kill me!! Kill me!!"

"Kill me, you will never know why your father was killed!!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

Sweeney's crazy performance made Matt look ugly.

boom! !

Davy is a big sinus flick.

He really couldn't stand it anymore, these two people were too annoying.

"If he doesn't kill you, do you think I dare not kill you?"

David sneered: "I snatched you from Jin Bing's territory, and got favors for nothing. Do you think I will honestly let you go? Stop daydreaming. You have been in the business for so many years, don't learn like you just entered the industry As naive as a rookie."

"..."

Sweeney restrained his madness, and his eyes were full of resentment.

"You are the boss of the boxing gym, and you make money by organizing fake boxing matches. It took you so many years to come to power, which shows that you are clever and ruthless."

David didn't take it seriously, and said lightly: "Even if you don't say it, do you think that no one really knows about Matt's father?"

"It's nothing more than the fact that you asked Matt's father to punch fake punches and was rejected. He caused you to lose a lot of money, and then you took revenge."

"Because of this, you killed a lot of people, right?"

With a few understated words, Sweeney's face became more and more ugly.

"I remember that he has an old mother in her 80s, and a wife who has been divorced for many years with children..."

Wesley raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to..."

Matt didn't move. He could tell from the beating of David's and Wesley's heart that they hadn't planned to do this.

"I say."

Sweeney knew that the two were putting pressure on himself, and they might not really do it, but he couldn't help but take this to heart.

So he took a deep breath and said dejectedly: "As you said, I hired Jack Murdoch to punch fake punches. He originally promised me that I would deliberately lose to the opponent, but he won the fight, which caused me to lose a lot of money. money, so I hired someone to kill him."

"Sure enough."

Matt heaved a sigh of relief. Although the facts were just a few words from Sweeney's mouth, they were the truth he had been pursuing for nearly 20 years.

"Who killed my father? Who was the man you hired?" Matt spoke again, his tone trembling slightly, showing his inner unrest.

"Slade."

Sweeney said a name: "He is also a boxer, and your father used to be a colleague and a friend... Isn't it ironic?"

"Slade..."

Matt muttered, and slowly clenched his fists.

"All right."

David waved his hand: "It's clear, give him a good time."

"Wait, what did you promise me?"

Sweeney spoke in a low voice with sharp eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm not too lazy to run hundreds of kilometers just to kill a few people who pose no threat to me."

David answered.

With that said, he stuffed the gun in his hand to Matt: "Use this, hit the head, and die quickly."

"very good."

Sweeney nodded, his eyes became calm again, and he looked at Matt: "Come on, let's do it, since the day I joined the gang, I was ready to die... But, I didn't expect that I would die in in your hands."

"Hmph, I should have killed you if I knew it earlier."

Although he was about to die at Matt's hands, he disdained Matt very much.

While speaking, Matt held the gun in his hand.

This was the first time he touched a gun in his life. Although he couldn't see it, Sweeney knelt down in front of him, and there was no reason why he couldn't hit it.

The black muzzle aimed at Sweeney, and he closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the arrival of death.

Matt put the gun to Sweeney's forehead, still unable to make up his mind.

"Hurry up."

David frowned slightly, and urged, "Do you want to let him go? This is the end of the matter, and you have no other choice."

"Do it, kill me!!"

Gritting his teeth, Sweeney became short of breath, and said this sentence absolutely sincerely.

This feeling of being held in the head by a gun, and the other party's delay in pulling the trigger was terrible for him, and he even suspected that Matt was deliberately torturing him.

"Do it!" Wesley also felt that Matt was a bit too indecisive, and was quite dissatisfied with this.