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Cohen's heart skipped a beat and he frowned slightly: "Why are you asking me?"

Coulson shrugged: "Like you said just now, with so many people coming to you to confess, there must be some clues, right?"

"This……"

Cohen shook his head: "Agent Coulson, I'm sorry I can't help you. Everything that happens in the confessional is a secret. I have a duty to keep it confidential."

“No, no, Father.

You don't have to tell us any specific information, names of people, places or what happened, just give us a clue or a hint.

I think God will not blame you, because your actions may save hundreds of lives!"

"Alas, but I will blame myself!"

Cohen looked worried and sighed.

Just when Coulson thought he wouldn't say anything, the other side spoke faintly: "I heard that the origin of the demon face seems to have something to do with Daredevil.

But I don’t know the specifics, so you may have to check it yourself.”

After receiving the news, Coulson left Emma Church with a frown on his face.

He came to Emma Church just to try his luck, but he didn't expect to discover some unexpected information.

Originally, the news of Devil Face's rise in Hell's Kitchen did not attract their attention.

It wasn't until Bullseye was killed that they realized this "Devil Face" seemed more powerful than they expected.

But now, why is he entangled with Daredevil?

After thinking for a while, I decided to check Daredevil as well.

He made a phone call: "Director, I would like to apply to include Daredevil as a key target in this investigation.

He was also on the watch list before, so let’s check it out together.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then a deep black voice came: "I know!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 11 I Really Want to Shoot Him

Hell's Kitchen has become a battleground for various forces.

In plain sight, the streets were almost entirely filled with police cars, roaring in and roaring out.

If you walk on the street at night, you will find a police car hidden in some corner, ready to go.

In a short period of time, the public security in Hell's Kitchen instantly surpassed that of the Upper East Side where wealthy people lived, and it became a model place for public security in New York City.

The residents here had never seen such a scene before, and they even felt a little grateful to Devil Face.

Secretly, gunmen and killers hired by the gangs were also lurking in every corner.

They stay up all night just to get the wanted warrant of the underworld, hoping to become famous and get a huge reward.

Even the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. have moved in.

However, they used high-tech means. Special drones like birds were scattered on the streets of Hell's Kitchen, waiting for their prey to come.

In the middle of the night, Coulson suddenly woke up from his nap and took a look at the densely packed surveillance images on the screen: "Did you find anything?"

"No, he never showed up."

"Where's Daredevil? Still guarding the rooftop?"

The technician adjusted a perspective, and in the center of the picture, Daredevil was sitting on the edge of the rooftop of a tall building like an old monk.

It is the highest point in Hell's Kitchen, and any movement in the entire area can be quickly detected.

Coulson sighed, he had tried to communicate with Daredevil, but no matter what method he used, once he got within fifty meters of him, this guy would leave immediately.

Don't give him a chance to talk at all.

"Sir, Devil Face hasn't appeared for three days. Could he have... left Hell's Kitchen?"

Coulson hesitated and said, "It's possible. Let's wait and see. If he doesn't show up, this mission will end here."

Cohen, who was being sought by all four forces, was not in Emma Church at this time.

He sneaked into an upscale neighborhood in Brooklyn.

This is where Carson Wolfe, a senior agent of the Department of Homeland Security, lives.

Cohen walked to the front door of a villa, took out his key and gently opened the door.

David monitored Wolfe for more than a month and even hacked into the alarm cameras in his home.

Photos of his house keys appeared many times in the video. After making and comparing them many times, he successfully copied one.

Carson Wolfe suddenly felt a chill while sleeping.

He opened his eyes drowsily, and under the cold moonlight, there was a figure standing in front of his bed!

who!

Before he could react, a fist hit him in the face, and then he knew nothing.

An abandoned construction site in the suburbs.

The unconscious Wolfe was awakened by a basin of ice water. He immediately realized that he was trapped and hung up by his hands, with his shoes and socks taken off and standing on a cold steel plate.

He couldn't help but struggle.

"Okay, stop struggling."

Sitting in front of him was a young Asian man, looking at him with a smile.

Next to him, a man wearing a puppet mask came over with a brazier and squatted in front of him.

"Who are you and what are you going to do?"

The puppet masked man placed the brazier under the steel plate and asked in a low voice: "Agent Wolfe, do you like teppanyaki?

I bet you won’t like it after today.”

Feeling the gradually heating up steel plate, Wolfe felt fear in his heart: "Who are you?"

The puppet mask looked him in the eyes: "If I said I was a soldier, would you be scared?"

Wolfe gritted his teeth and said, "You are not a soldier at all. You don't have the temperament of an American soldier!"

"Hehe, what kind of temperament?

Is it the temperament of having your chest and abdomen hollowed out, stuffed with heroin, shipped to the United States, and helping you make a fortune?"

Wolfe's face turned pale instantly.

The puppet mask chuckled: "See, you know very well that I didn't find the wrong person."

"I can give you money, one million, no, ten million, let me go and I will give you money..."

The steel plate heated up and the remaining water stains on it evaporated with a sizzling sound.

Wolfe held his feet up in a difficult position.

The puppet mask shook his head: "Today, it's all about revenge."

Looking at the slightly hunched figure of the puppet mask, a face flashed through his mind like lightning: "You are... Impossible, you are dead!"

David took off the puppet mask, his face full of hatred: "You are not dead, how can I die!

Wolfe looked incredulous: "How is this possible? I clearly shot you in the heart!"

David didn't answer his question at all, but just roared to himself.

"Today, I will not only avenge myself, but also those soldiers you have blasphemed, and all those people you have betrayed, deceived, and killed!

You will die today!"

Wolfe's body eventually became weak, and his feet touched the red-hot steel plate. In an instant, tragic howls filled the entire construction site.

The pain triggered his adrenaline and he put his feet up again.

But there came a time when he couldn't hold on any longer.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry, please let me go, I'll give you all my money, please let me go..."

Unfortunately, no matter how he shouted, Cohen and David left without looking back.

"Actually, I still really want his money."

David shrugged. “Who says I can’t get paid without him?”

"what?"

Cohen was surprised: "Can you just hack into the bank?"

"Of course not.

But do you think I controlled his home camera just to copy a key? "

When he logged into his account one time, I saw his account and password through the reflection of the glass behind him. "

"Fuck, great job! How much?"

"Sixteen million. He had three secret accounts, but unfortunately we only got access to this one during the surveillance."

"I should have killed him later."

David gave me a resentful look.

The two men sat in the old pickup truck, listening to the howling sounds coming.

About half an hour later, Cohen looked at his watch and said, "The poison is about to take effect."

After a while, a prompt came from the system: Bronze level task: 1/3.

The way back was not easy because they needed to avoid forces from all sides, so they could only take a detour slowly under David's command.

Cohen saw Daredevil's back from a distance and spat.

"Bah, bastard, I really want to shoot him!"

David was operating his mobile phone all the time. His mobile phone was connected to the equipment in the church and could be controlled remotely.

“Hey, I have good news. I found evidence of the crimes committed by those two corrupt policemen.

In addition, they accidentally discovered some information about their boss, the guy named Wilson.

He seems to have become more refined recently and often goes to a gallery."

"Gallery? What's it called?"

"Vanessa."

"Hey, did the bald fat guy find true love?"

"What?" David looked at him in confusion.

“Please keep an eye on this gallery for me.”

"why?"

Cohen chuckled and said, “I just got so much money, and I want to support the arts.

Maybe, you can even marry a beautiful woman!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 12 Bald Donkey, How Dare You Steal My Woman

Vanessa Gallery.

Wilson Fisk, aka Kingpin, stands in front of a painting filled entirely with white paint.

Vanessa Mariana walked up behind him: "There used to be a joke among children, picking up a blank piece of paper and asking: What is this?"

Jin didn't say anything.

Vanessa smiled and said, "It's the bunny in the snowstorm."

She looked at the man in front of her who was admiring her painting, and a sense of curiosity arose in her heart, so she continued to ask: "How does it make you feel?"