Becoming infinitely stronger starting from Marvel

Chapter 17 Undercurrent
At night in New York, the lights are brightly lit.

In a hospital ward in the city center, a handsome man wearing sunglasses and bandages on his right hand and left leg was lying on the bed at the moment.

The man was none other than Daredevil Matthew, whose hands and feet were broken off by Bai Ye with a rifle last night. At this moment, he was holding a charcoal pen with his intact left hand and waving it at the notebook in front of him.

Although it is relatively unbelievable for a blind person to draw, for Matthew, whose five senses are beyond ordinary people, he can generate the appearance of objects in his brain just from the reverberation of sound, which is even better than that of normal people in daily life. flexible.

With the rustle of charcoal sliding on the paper in front of him, until the last stroke was made, the image of a man who looked about 18 years old and was as handsome as a celestial being appeared on the paper.

After Matthew finished the painting, he put down the charcoal and thought of last night's scene. He was still extremely puzzled: 'Who is this guy? Why does he know my identity and weaknesses so well? '

Thinking of what Bai Ye said last night, that if he dared to continue to inquire about his identity, he would reveal his true identity to Kingpin, Matthew's heart tightened. This feeling that the life and death of himself and his friends around him was in the hands of others was really overwhelming. Too bad.

Just when Matthew was hesitant to continue tracking Bai Ye's whereabouts, his ears heard the movement outside the ward. From the sound, he knew that it was Amy, his friend from the office, who was visiting him with a flower basket.

With a "click", the door lock was pressed, and Amy walked in quickly and asked with concern: "I heard that you got involved in the gang fight last night and was affected. How are you injured?"

"Fortunately, the doctor said that I am in good health and will recover quickly, but I should not be able to work within a month." Matthew said with a smile on his face.

Amy breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's nothing serious. The security situation is getting worse and worse recently. We are almost overwhelmed, but we will wait for you to help us after you recover."

As he spoke, he sharply noticed the paper covered on the table next to the hospital bed: "Hey, what is that?"

Amy picked it up and looked at the sketch on the paper. Her eyes lit up and she said, "Who drew this sketch next to your bed? This young man's drawing is so beautiful. Is there a real person?"

As she spoke, Amy's face looked a little strange. Who on earth would give a portrait to a blind man? This behavior is a bit too abstract.

"Oh, this was drawn by a friend of mine. As for the person above, he was actually a student he saw on the street. Because he was deeply impressed, he drew it on the spot after he got home." Matthew explained with a smile. .

"Don't you recognize it? It's such a pity. I still want to see the real person, but this must be beautified. I have never seen anyone so good-looking." Amy said with regret.

"I will tell my friends that the next time I see him, I will leave my contact information and introduce him to you if I have the opportunity." Matthew said, and then thought of something and made an insinuation: "I heard the family members in the next bed talking about it recently. Wasn't another bank robbed?"

"Yes, this matter is quite big. We are all discussing it in our office. Last night, a gang went to rob the vault of Taili Bank. They had obviously blown the vault open, but in the end, another super criminal appeared to steal it. Hei drove away the things they robbed and the car."

"When the police came, they only caught the gang. They were all beaten to the ankles and couldn't run away. As for the super criminal, after a whole night of manhunt, they only found his abandoned car."

"Because of this incident, it was all over the newspaper headlines this morning, and the police have almost lost face."

Speaking of this, Amy suddenly raised a finger and said: "Hey, by the way, I heard that the police station will hold an external briefing tomorrow morning." "An external briefing?" Matthew asked curiously, and at the same time Also knows who the guy who lost the cash is.

Amy nodded and explained: "Yes, after all, there has been no bank robbery in New York for a long time. Now that there is a lot of public opinion outside, we must hold a briefing to appease the hearts of New Yorkers."

"Is that so? It seems that the New York police are completely serious this time." Matthew nodded, and after chatting with Amy for a while, seeing that it was too late, he made an appointment to see him tomorrow morning.

At the same time, at the home of the New York Police Commissioner, George's hair turned gray as he watched the negative comments about the police department on the Internet.

As an ordinary person, in New York City, an international metropolis with mixed crowds of people, it was only through his hard work over the years that he was promoted to the title of director.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that the police can only face ordinary criminals. It is not easy to survive when facing extraordinary beings such as superpowers, mutants and vampires.

He has also asked his superiors countless times if there are any super vigilantes to send down. Otherwise, when they encounter a big problem, they policemen can only pray for those super vigilantes to solve it, which is too passive.

But such requests are always prevaricated, saying that the military's research project based on the super soldier serum was forced to stop not long ago because an experimental subject escaped from the base during the experiment, causing the experiment to be temporarily shelved. The military is currently pursuing it with all its strength. , can only wait a little longer.

But no matter what, relying on caution and a clear positioning of self-strength, they have made patchwork over the years. Compared with other big cities, the annual police sacrifice rate in New York City is only 5%, which is already very high. It's not easy anymore.

Thinking of the press conference to be held tomorrow morning, he rehearsed his speech before going to bed, weakly declined his wife's invitation, and fell into sleep exhausted both physically and mentally.

"We should wash out the money as soon as possible." In the bedroom, Bai Ye thought while exercising.

Money has become increasingly tight recently, and the funds in hand should be legalized as soon as possible.

Just as Bai Ye was thinking this, several men with fierce looks and big tendon meat were sitting together in a certain warehouse.

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, the police will start a press conference. Many police will be there at that time. It is definitely the time when the police force is the most empty."

"At that time, we only need to go in the opposite direction and complete the operation fully armed." A man with a scar face said.

"Brother, which bank should we rob?" a man asked.

"Of course it's Lanshel Bank. I've done thorough research. The cash reserves in this bank are definitely the most abundant in New York City, but the guards are not very strict." Scarface said.

But at this time, they ignored an important question: Why is this bank with a lot of money so poorly guarded?

(End of this chapter)