Chapter 18 The Wounded Daredevil

Chapter 18 The Wounded Daredevil

Chapter 18 The Wounded Daredevil
New York Hell's Kitchen.

On the bed of Schiller's Psychological Clinic, Daredevil Matt let out a scream, Schiller took away the alcohol cotton ball in the tweezers and said, "Although no one will come from this street, you continue to be like this. Tighten the muscles, I'm sure I can't get the bullet out."

He threw the cotton ball into the trash can, wiped the tweezers with an alcohol pad, ripped open the wound on Daredevil's shoulder, and said, "I have to cut the wound a little with a knife."

"You have to give me some anesthesia or I'm going to go into shock," Matt said.

"A superhero who is afraid of pain, I really don't know whether to laugh at you or admire you." Schiller said.

"There aren't many people who can hurt me, but Kim has found someone strong this time," Matt said.

Schiller looked at Matt's pale face. His lips were almost bloodless. Everyone's tolerance for pain is different. Daredevil Matt is obviously the more sensitive type.

As Schiller said, such a person is a superhero, and I don't know whether it is worthy of ridicule or admiration.

Schiller thought that superheroes can also be injured and bleed, and no amount of powerful drugs can completely avoid the pain. Perhaps Batman abandoned his superficial thoughts of revenge in the unbearable pain again and again, and found a better way for himself. great goal.

Only the great ideal of "justice" can support these superheroes to lick their wounds alone night after night.

Schiller put down the tweezers and said, "You're lucky, Matt, I've got some good medicine here."

He took out a small white vial and handed it to Matt, who touched the package and smelled the smell, and said, "Damn, why do you have this painkiller? You addict!"

Schiller said: "Don't know the goods. This is different from the junk on the market. The concentration is the highest you can find. If you don't eat it, pay me back. This stuff is very expensive."

What Schiller took out was the painkiller he took when he went to Jonathan's to steal the fear gas. Jonathan needed painkillers when he experimented with the experiment. These were all extracted by him, and they were much better than what he could buy.

Matt took a slice anyway and said, "God help me get well soon, then turn around and punch you."

"Don't take revenge for granted. In hell's kitchen, it's normal to carry a small pill with you, and it's not a crime."

Matt felt the fading pain, and he couldn't admit that Schiller had a point. Drugs were the most harmless habit in Hell's Kitchen.

And Schiller thought that if a man in Gotham had only a little drug addiction, he would be as kind as an angel.

Seeing Matt's face gradually recovering, Schiller asked, "Why did you capsize in the gutter?"

Matt pursed his lips and said, "It's not easy for Jin and looking for people. I took precautions in advance, but those guys who call themselves 'ninjas' can lower their heartbeats. I can't hear them... Oh! Damn..."

Schiller used tweezers to hold the bullet just taken out. He turned the bullet from side to side and said, "The ninja you mentioned are still full and have nothing to do. They even carved the pattern of cherry blossoms on the bullet."

Matt looked exhausted, and Schiller called out, "Pikachu! Get the bandages I've kept in the closet!"

Matt heard a little creature jump on the table, and it said with disgust: "I told you not to treat him in the bedroom. Do you think the smell of blood is good? Hey, bad luck, your bandage..."

Schiller caught the bandage thrown by Pikachu and wrapped it on Matt. Matt said, "You better get it quickly, I have to get out of here later."

"And then died on the street outside the door?" Schiller asked.

"They've got their eyes on me, that group of ninjas have unique tracking skills, and if they come here, we can't get away," Matt said.

After all, he was still a good person and didn't want to implicate Schiller. Although Schiller was not a good person in his opinion, he saved him after all. Matt said that he was powerful, but he actually didn't want to retaliate.

"They don't need any special tracking skills," Schiller said as he cleaned up the blood-stained tools. You ran all the way from the next street with a strong smell of blood. If they didn't find out..."

Matt suddenly heard a violent gust of wind, and he shouted, "It's a dart!! Get out of the way!!"

He was anxious in his heart, because he could tell from Schiller's footsteps that he was just an untrained ordinary person, and faced with the group of ninja killers, it was almost impossible to survive.

But soon, he heard a "bang", the hidden weapon seemed to hit something, and Schiller was holding an umbrella, he thought, the umbrella is really a defensive weapon, especially for small things like darts, Can greatly reduce their impact.

There is only one person on the opposite side, because Schiller's telepathy is in effect, except for Matt, he can only feel the mood of one person.

"Miss, if you've been hesitating for three minutes, why don't we sit down and have a cup of coffee," Schiller said.

Before waiting for the other side to answer, Schiller continued to speak to the air: "You're right, your old friend is really merciful, I've never seen one that can just hit a bullet into the least fatal gap between the shoulder blades. Well, since you're here, why don't you come out and meet?"

There was a cold snort in the air on the opposite side, and then the killer on the opposite side left.

Matt looked bewildered and said, "What? What old friend?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "Didn't you find it? Since the killer you met has the ability to shoot you without you finding it, why didn't she shoot in the heart or in the head?"

"Isn't this bullet aimed at the heart?"

"It's a hundred and eight thousand miles away."

Matt's mind was short-circuited, obviously he hadn't reacted yet. The killer on the opposite side was actually his former classmate and ex-girlfriend Erica.

Schiller, who knows the plot, is very clear that Erica is afraid that she will be entangled to death at this time, and she has no love for Matt, but she is hesitant to complete the task. She wants to appear, but she does not want to see her ex-boyfriend, so Schiller just pointed Her identity, she ran away in a hurry, obviously not wanting to let Matt know who she was.

This is true, don't guess the woman's mind.

Soon, Daredevil Matt passed out in pain and apprehension, and Schiller put the shutters on the clinic door down and locked them, and closed and locked all the windows. He stood by the bed, watching New York City night sky.

A shining meteor streaked across the sky, and countless couples made wishes to the sky, but it was actually Stark's mecha.

The people in Hell's Kitchen didn't have the time to make a wish on the meteor, but Schiller took out his mobile phone and called Stark. As soon as the call was connected, Schiller said, "Miss Pepper knows that you would rather drive around in the mecha in the air, Don't you want to go back to accompany her?"

Then, under the gaze of countless couples, the meteor fell headlong.

After the meeting, on the roof of Schiller's Psychological Clinic, Stark was wearing a smoking Mark 5 and complained to Schiller: "I should have put you on the blacklist of my address book..."

Schiller lit him a cigarette and said, "A middle-aged man who doesn't sleep at night and goes out to race a car, and drives such a resentful curve, is not strange if he is not arguing with his wife."

Stark also walked to the eaves and sat down. He took the cigarette from Schiller. He said, "...she put a lot of pressure on me. To be honest, I didn't think about it..."

"Don't think about anything? Do you want to marry Pepper?"

Stark coughed twice and said, "Marriage? Did you skip some important steps?"

"Oh, yes, in the eyes of a stallion like you, there is indeed an important step."

"Don't say that, Pepper isn't like those women."

"I just didn't know you were different from other men in her eyes," Schiller said.

Before Stark could answer, Schiller continued: "But I think it should be about the same. You haven't spent enough time with her as the chief security officer."

"...Then I'll fire the security guard when I go back." Stark said angrily.

Clearly, he was running away from some problems.

After a while, Stark touched his cheek, and he said with some confusion: "...You really know how to read minds?"

"Did I say I would believe you? If you don't believe in yourself, don't keep asking." Schiller said.

"I want to find a way to convince me that there is mind reading in this world, and then you can tell me what Pepper thinks." Stark said.

Iron Man is not a traditional "just and invincible" type of hero. He has a sensitive and affectionate heart and a perceptual brain that does not match his technological genius, so he always entangles his emotions into a mess.

In the face of Pepper, Stark was always unable to move forward bravely, and he did not realize that this attitude actually said a lot.

Schiller changed the subject and said, "How's the red-and-blue leotard kid in New York City lately? I heard you complain about him."

"Oh, yes, a kid in an ugly can't-ugliest tights jumping up and down the city, swinging around like a flea," said Stark, who said, "Jarvis said the kid should be Underage, I'm going to catch him and throw him home."

Schiller said: "I have some clues here, do you want to hear?"

"I saw him a few times on the edge of Hell's Kitchen and he didn't dare to come in, I saw what appeared to be a high school logo on his blue pants that day, from Queens..."

"You call this a clue?" Stark sneered, and Schiller continued: "It can be seen that he has no money to buy a good outfit for himself, and his family situation should not be very good, so it must not be those expensive ones. The terrible private schools are mostly students from Midtown High School or Forest High School..."

"Forest High School is a boarding school. If any students come out to hang around like this, they will probably have their legs broken. And Zhongcheng High School is much more sloppy. Judging from his size, it is estimated that he is a freshman or sophomore."

"A little kid." Stark concluded, he said, "I guess he made a toy by himself. If he can use it to be majestic, he can't wait to come out and wander around."

"So, are you going to teach him the sinister nature of adults?" Schiller asked.

"More importantly, of course, New York City is not his playground," Stark said.

Although he has just recovered, he is an adult who has experienced major events after all. He knows that something will happen to the little spider sooner or later. In fact, some media have noticed him.

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