Paul went to the open space again to test the power of the newly made ammunition. The final result made him very satisfied.
Passing through the abandoned construction site, the father and daughter still didn't show up. Anyway, Paul didn't think it was because of him; after all, he looked so kind.
Also, why do I always meet anti-heroes? Whether it's Wade, Frank, Mindy, or Big Daddy, none of them are good.
Paul felt like a little sheep among wolves. If this continues, it will be difficult to ensure his kind heart won't be affected by these people.
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Back in Brooklyn, Paul happened to pass by a restaurant and decided to walk in for dinner. During this period, he had been busy with various things and had eaten all kinds of fast food. To be honest, the fast food in America is really cheap. Not only is the portion large, but the price is also low. This is one reason why some poor people are keen on eating high-calorie fast food, leading to so many overweight and obese individuals.
Although Paul is not afraid of these high-calorie foods, he was getting tired of them. Now that he had time, he planned to change his taste.
Walking into the restaurant, Paul found it was almost full of people. At this time, a waiter came over and asked with a smile, "How many are in your party, sir?"
"Just one."
"Sorry sir, we may not have enough seats," the waiter apologized professionally. "However, if you don't mind, you can share a table with other customers."
"Sure." Paul didn't care; it didn't matter where he ate.
The waiter walked away but quickly returned. "There are two guests who have agreed to share the table. Sir, please follow me."
Paul followed the waiter into the restaurant and stopped near the corner. He saw two young men, one a fat man with slightly curly hair, and the other wearing sunglasses with a guide stick beside him.
Sitting opposite the two, Paul suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't care. Thinking it was just the restaurant's environment, he took the menu from the waiter, ordered two main dishes that looked good, and waited with a glass of water.
At this time, the curly-haired man said enthusiastically, "It seems we won't be lonely tonight."
If someone was willing to talk with him, Paul naturally wouldn't pretend to be arrogant.
He laughed and said, "There are at least two of you, and you can go to the Internet cafe to play hackers, so I can only play solo."
The curly-haired man didn't seem to understand the joke. He smiled and did not respond, but took out a business card and handed it to Paul.
"My name is Foggy Nelson, and this is my colleague Matt Murdock. We are lawyers at the 'Nelson-Murdock' law firm. We have been in the industry for a short time and are actively looking for new clients. If you need the help of a lawyer, we are happy to serve you."
Foggy introduced with a smile, then looked at his silent companion beside him and asked in a puzzled tone, "Hey, Matt, why aren't you talking all of a sudden?"
Paul took the business card and looked at it, then couldn't help but glance up at the blind man named Matt. Isn't this a coincidence?
Just as he was worried about being influenced by anti-heroes, a superhero suddenly appeared. He is blind on the surface, but he is actually a superheroe. In the future, he will join a group of heroes. Although he cannot see, he has super sensory abilities and superb fighting skills.
Yes, he is the famous Daredevil!
No wonder Paul felt a little strange when he sat down. Judging from Matt's reaction, it is likely that his keen sense of smell picked up the residual gunpowder smoke on Paul, arousing his vigilance, and he was observing him with his super sensory ability.
Paul felt a sudden chill. Although the other party couldn't see anything, he felt like he was being observed in all directions by a big man.
Bullet time, start!!
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Matt Murdock, also known as Daredevil, was at the restaurant on Foggy's recommendation to celebrate their new law firm.
As a result, when they were halfway through eating, the waiter came over and asked if they could share a table with a customer. As a superhero, Matt was naturally happy to help strangers with this little favor.
However, when the other party approached them, Matt smelled a lot of gunpowder smoke remaining on the other party's body with his extraordinary sense of smell, as if he had experienced a gun battle not long ago. Fortunately, there was no smell of blood, so Matt's vigilance dropped a little.
Matt could feel that this person's identity was not simple. With a skeptical attitude, he began to observe the stranger in front of him. He did not use his eyes to observe but relied on his super sensory ability to collect information about the other party, trying to judge their identity.
Through super hearing, Matt could hear the other party's heartbeat very fast. Matt could tell that it wasn't a frequency of emotional stress, but more of a sign of good health.
As Matt continued to listen, he felt more and more that something was wrong. This heartbeat seemed to be getting faster... No, it was getting faster and faster! This heartbeat rate was almost two hundred beats per minute, and the heartbeat was still accelerating!
After a while, Matt's eyes widened as the heart rate exceeded three hundred beats per minute! This was a heart problem!
Just when Matt wanted to remind him, he heard the heart rate suddenly slow down again and then ease. Matt froze. What was going on?
Matt is not an expert in medical matters, so he couldn't figure out what was going on with this strange heart rate.
Boom boom boom! Suddenly, the heart rate reached 400 beats per minute! Matt almost stood up!
Boom... Boom... In less than half a second, the heart rate suddenly dropped again. Matt's face turned slightly pale, and the heartbeat frequency made his own heart dance along with it.
Before Matt's heart eased up, the weird heartbeat rate increased again...
For the next half-minute, Matt listened to the heart rate rise and fall until it settled into a rough rhythm. Matt clutched his chest, feeling like he had just listened to an exciting music feast.
His expression was dull, and he murmured in disbelief:
"...Symphony of Destiny?" (A/N: Beethoven Symphony No.5)