Chapter 9 Uncle Me
Wesley has been really overwhelmed lately. The alliance with the Five Fingers of the Hand has already caused a lot of complicated matters and kept him very busy.
Fisk's personality dictates that he will not treat allies well, so the current distribution of interests must be divided up in the end. Wesley will have to deal with which assets can be used as bargaining chips, which are poison to the other side, and which are spies planted.
In the midst of all this chaos, a lunatic has come to cause trouble!
This wouldn't normally be a big deal; ordinary people wouldn't dare mess with Kingpin, but that doesn't mean he had no enemies.
It has always existed, both openly and covertly.
I've never encountered anything like this before!
He strolled over wearing a tattered rag, wreaked havoc, and dumped all the products down the drain, not even worried about getting the oil seller arrested!
The gang members stationed there were either dead or maimed; almost none of them escaped unscathed!
Luckily, I'm a member of the underworld! Otherwise, this workers' compensation would be an astronomical figure!
Then what?
Then this kid just disappeared!
Wesley's side was well prepared, secretly dispatching a large number of people, even using Bullseye, who had just been recruited.
If he weren't afraid of losing face, he would have liked to borrow a few people from the Hand!
I waited for him for a week, but he didn't get a single hair!
Young people lack martial ethics!
You can't guard against thieves forever. This can't go on forever; everyone has to go to work tomorrow! Don't you have any sense of public responsibility?!
Therefore, Wesley gradually withdrew the excess manpower that had been concentrated there.
As a result, just one day after they withdrew, instead of a new enemy, an old friend arrived!
"f#&!s###!d###!"
Can't we just live a normal life anymore?! All I do is engage in forced demolitions and sell laundry detergent, what's the big deal? Why am I hated so much?!
As Wesley was hurling insults in his office, a junior manager pushed open the door and walked in.
"Mr. Wesley…"
This is not the kind of expression or tone you'd use to say something nice.
Rubbing his temples, Wesley felt that things were really too difficult for him.
"Let me guess, they didn't catch them, right?"
He spoke in the same tone as Kingpin. Wesley realized that human emotional fluctuations are often interconnected.
For example, the moment before anger erupts is often like a frozen lake.
Smooth as a mirror, yet concealing turbulent undercurrents.
Just like him now.
There was no response.
Sometimes, the absence of an answer is itself an answer.
He waved his hand and chased the unlucky child away.
Ignoring the man's relieved expression, Wesley wondered whether he should tell Kingpin about it.
In theory, given Kingpin's trust in him, he could make any decision on his own, provided he did not go against Kingpin's wishes.
Wesley knew.
To put it another way, he could have easily pushed the blame onto the people working below him.
After all, he was more of a strategist than a frontline commander. Formulating the plans was his job, but how well they were executed was none of his concern.
Loosen your bow tie and put your legs up on the desk.
He needs to think about this issue carefully.
...
Lyon has been living a very regular life these days.
I went to Aiza's mom's restaurant for breakfast this morning and asked Aiza about her fennel beans.
I cleaned the house at noon to get rid of the byproducts of my workout.
I took a nap in the afternoon; being tired made me sleepy. After waking up, I put on my gear and went to the suburbs to test my skills, equipment, and myself.
I came back in the middle of the night and used YaYaLe to treat my injury.
That's basically how it's been for the past ten days or so.
Leon's idea stemmed from a rigorous consideration: before becoming invincible like that bald guy, he needed to understand his own abilities and know his limits. Only then could he continue to roam freely.
Otherwise, if someone confidently charges forward and ends up throwing themselves to their doom, wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Even when you're having fun, you need to know your limits!
Otherwise, it's not wasteful, it's giving away!
Secondly, it's naturally out of caution.
After having two hideouts raided in a row, anyone would know to take precautions. At this time, of course we can't let the enemy have their way!
Be a coward! A few days of following your heart will be enough.
When you're bold, you take flight; when you're cowardly, you burrow underground. When boldness and cowardice combine, you become an invincible force, unmatched in the world!
After more than ten days, Lyon had had enough time to fully understand his current strength.
According to his own estimates, he should be more than capable of defeating an enemy of King Pines' caliber.
Get ready, Lyon, as night falls.
...
Matt Murdoch staggered down a secluded street.
He could have used his weapon to leap between buildings, but the wound on his ribs made it impossible for him to bear the pulling pain, so he had no choice but to do it this way.
After escaping into a narrow alley blocked by a huge dumpster, Matt could no longer hold on. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain to keep himself from making a sound, and braced himself against the edge of the dumpster with one hand, then exerted force!
Normally he would have simply rolled over, but he underestimated the wound under his ribs and rolled inside.
Struggling, I rummaged out of the trash can and walked deeper into the alley.
Fortunately, there wasn't anything disgusting in the trash can.
"Luckily, no one saw it..."
Daredevil is human too, and of course he's afraid of losing face.
He could only rest for a while. He was sure he had shaken off Bullseye, but this was clearly not a good place to treat his wounds.
I still have to go home, but... it seems I can't hide it from Foggy and Karen this time...
Matt had been injured before; this was the price of being Daredevil.
In the past, most of his injuries were superficial, and could be hidden by wearing clothes. For the ones on his face, he would say that he had been beaten up by thugs, and he always managed to fool himself.
This time, it will be difficult.
He touched his ribs; it was Bullseye's throwing knife, still embedded in his ribcage.
Matt sighed, realizing he was really unlucky. It was just a routine reconnaissance mission, the same as every other one before.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the container at the dock, he was suddenly attacked by a group of people!
In the chaos, he escaped by diving, but as soon as he came out of the water, two throwing knives and a rock flew towards him.
"Wow! An old friend!? I thought you were going to run in another direction!"
The bullseye is blocked here!
Matt knew he couldn't fight for long, otherwise he would definitely be held up by the reinforcements. Bullseye would be harder to deal with then, as this killer wouldn't care if he accidentally injured his own troops!
After taking a knife wound, he seized the opportunity and kicked Bullseye into the water, allowing Matt to escape in a sorry state.
After calming down, Matt was able to think about the strange and unlucky situation that had happened that night.
Looking back at the situation, with a well-prepared enemy and Bullseye's surprised but not astonished words, Matt vaguely guessed what had happened.
"Is this considered walking into a minefield for someone else?"
well!
With a helpless bitter laugh, Matt leaned against the wall, stood up, and decided not to go to the hospital. Experience is the best teacher, after all. He had been injured almost every day for the past two years, with old wounds not yet healed and new ones appearing. He had gotten used to it and could treat his wounds himself.
This injury is rather serious!
"I still don't know how to keep it from Fergie and Karen!" That was his real problem.
If all else fails, how about going away and hiding for a few days?
While pondering how to continue hiding his Daredevil identity from his friends, he slowly walked out of the alley.
There shouldn't be any now...
Dude, you're bleeding!
Suddenly turn around and "look" diagonally upwards!
Although Matt is blind, he possesses extraordinary other senses. He usually uses a cane, but that's just for show. At night, he is incredibly agile, able to move through rooftops and across walls!
But in the quiet of the night, he didn't hear any footsteps!
puff!
Sure enough! This person... was flying in the sky!
"Dude, you're pretty dedicated! Coming out in weird clothes and covered in blood this late at night to scare kids!"
Matt: ...
"Does it hurt? Ouch, it hurts just looking at it! Look, look! It's still bleeding! Oh! You can't see it!"
Matt: ...
"Well, don't let my current appearance fool you, I used to be a very famous doctor! Just ask around in the East District, everyone knows me... um... nobody knows that I used to sneak off to get kittens spayed!"
"Hehehehe..."
Matt: ...
You fucking bastard, you big watermelon!
If you're sick, get treatment! If you're not sick... well, you definitely don't look healthy!
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