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The night in New York is brightly lit.

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

The man was Matthew, or mostly known as the Daredevil, whose hands and feet were broken by Kevin rifle last night. At this moment, he was holding a charcoal pencil in 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 surpass those of ordinary people, he can generate the shape of an object in his brain just from the reverberation of sound, and he is even more flexible than normal people in daily life.

As the charcoal pencil slid across the paper in front of him with a rustling sound, until the last stroke was made, the image of a man who looked about 18 years old and as handsome as the devil appeared on the paper.

After Matthew finished drawing, he put down the charcoal pencil and thought about the scene last night. He was still very puzzled: "Who is this guy? Why does he know my identity and weaknesses so well?"

Thinking of what the mysterious person said last night, that if anyone dared to continue to inquire about his identity, he would reveal his true identity to Kingpin, Matthew's heart tightened. It was really a bad feeling that the life and death of himself and his friends were in the hands of others.

Just as Matthew was hesitating whether to continue tracking Kevin whereabouts, he heard noises outside the ward. From the voice, he knew it was his good friend Amy from the firm who had come to visit him with a flower basket.

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

"Fortunately, the doctor said that I have a good physique and will recover quickly, but I probably won't be able to work for a month." Matthew said with a smile flashing on his face.

Amy breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're not seriously injured. The public security has been getting worse and worse recently. We are almost overwhelmed. We will wait for you to recover and help us."

As he spoke, he noticed a piece of paper lying upside down on the table next to the bed: "Hey, what is that?"

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

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

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

"Don't you know him? What a pity! I wanted to see him in person. I Bet he must have been more handsome in person. I've never seen anyone so good-looking." Amy said with regret.

"I'll tell my friend to leave their contact information the next time they see him, so I can introduce him to you." Matthew said, and then he thought of something and asked indirectly, "I heard the family of the patient in the next bed talking about whether another bank was robbed recently?"

"Yes, this matter has caused quite a stir. Our office is discussing it. Last night, a gang went to rob the vault of Terry Bank. They had already blown up the vault, but then a super criminal showed up and drove away all the stolen goods, including the car."

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

"Because of this incident, it was all over the headlines of the newspapers this morning. The police have almost lost its reputation."

At this point, Amy suddenly raised a finger and said, "Oh, by the way, I heard that the police station will hold an external briefing tomorrow morning."

"Public briefing?" Matthew asked curiously, as he also knew who the guy who stole the cash was.

Amy nodded and explained, "That's right. After all, there hasn't been a bank robbery in New York for a long time. Now that public opinion is rampant, we must hold a briefing to appease New Yorkers."

"Is that so? It seems that the New York police are really serious this time." Matthew nodded, and then chatted with Amy for a while. Seeing that it was too late, they made an appointment to see him again 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 an international metropolis like New York City where all kinds of people mix, it was only through hard work over the years that he was promoted to the title of director.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is not easy for police officers like them to survive when facing ordinary criminals, but its already stretching their limit when facing extraordinary beings such as people with superpowers, mutants and vampires.

He had also asked his superiors countless times if there were any super-powered personnel or something like that who could be sent down as reinforcement. Otherwise, when something big happened, it would be too passive for them, the police, to just pray that the super vigilantes would solve the problem.

But such requests were always evaded with excuses saying that the military had recently been forced to stop a research project based on the super soldier serum because a test subject escaped from the base during the experiment, causing the experiment to be temporarily shelved. The military was currently trying to hunt him down, so all they could do was wait.

But no matter what, relying on cautiousness and a clear understanding of one's own strengths, the city has managed to get through these years. Compared with other big cities, the annual police sacrifice rate in New York City is only 5%, which is not easy.

Thinking about the press conference to be held tomorrow morning, he rehearsed his speech before going to bed, then powerlessly rejected his wife's invitation and fell asleep exhausted both physically and mentally.

"I should launder the money in my hands as soon as possible." In the bedroom, Kevin thought while exercising.

Money has been getting tighter and tighter lately, so he should legalize the funds he has on hand as soon as possible.

Just as Kevin was thinking this, in a warehouse, several men with fierce looks and large muscular bodies were sitting together.

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, the police will start a press conference. A lot of police officers will be there at that time. That is definitely the time when the police force is the most depleted."

"When the time comes, we just need to do the opposite and complete the operation fully armed." said a scarred man.

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

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

But at this time, they overlooked an important question: why was the security of this bank with a huge amount of money so lax?