The night in New York is bright.
In a hospital ward in the center of the city, a handsome man with sunglasses and a bandage on his right hand and left leg was lying on the bed.
The man is Matthew the Daredevil, who was interrupted by a rifle last night. At the moment, he is holding the charcoal pen with his intact left hand and waving at the notebook in front of him.
Although it is relatively inconceivable for a blind person to paint, for Matthew, whose five senses surpass ordinary people, the shape of objects can be generated in his brain only from the echo of sound, and he is even more flexible than normal people in daily life.
With the rustling sound of the charcoal pen sliding on the paper in front of him, until the last stroke came down, a man with the appearance of about 18 years old and handsome as a man in heaven suddenly appeared on the paper.
After Matthew finished painting, he put down his charcoal pen and thought of the scene last night. He was still puzzled: 'Who is this guy? Why does he know my identity and weaknesses so well?'
When he thought of what White Night said last night that if he dared to continue to inquire about his identity, he would reveal his true identity to Kim. Matthew was worried. It was really bad to feel that the life and death of himself and his friends around him were in the hands of others.
While Matthew was hesitating whether to continue tracking down the whereabouts of the white night, his ears heard the movements and sounds outside the ward, and he knew that it was Amy, a friend of his firm, who came to see him with a flower basket.
With a "clack", the door lock was pressed, and Amy walked in quickly, concerned: "I heard that you were involved in the gang fight last night, and were affected. How are you injured?"
"Fortunately, the doctor said that I was in good health and recovered quickly, but I should not be able to work in a month." Matthew said with a smile on his face.
Amy breathed a sigh of relief: "I hope there is nothing serious. Recently, the public security is getting worse and worse, and we are almost too busy, but we can help you when you recover."
With that, he noticed the paper lying on the table beside the sickbed, "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 beside your bed? This young man's drawing is also very beautiful. Is there a real person?"
As she spoke, Amy's face looked strange. Who on earth would send a portrait to a blind man? This behavior is too abstract.
"Oh, it was painted by a friend of mine. As for the person on it, it was actually a student I saw on the street. Because he was very impressed, he drew it on the spot when he came home." Matthew explained with a smile.
"Don't you know? It's a pity. I want to meet real people, but it must have been beautified. I've never seen anyone so beautiful." Amy said regretfully.
"I will tell my friends that if I see him next time, I will leave my contact information and introduce him to you." Matthew said. Then he thought of something to beat around the bush and said: "I heard the family members of the next hospital bed talk about whether another bank has been robbed recently?"
"Yes, this is a big problem. Our office is discussing it. Last night, a gang robbed the treasury of Taili Bank, which had been blown open. As a result, a super criminal appeared and drove away the things they robbed together with the car."
"When the police arrived, they only caught the gang. They were all beaten through their ankles and could not run away. As for the super criminal, after a night of searching, only his abandoned car was found."
"Because of this, the headlines of this morning's newspaper were all about it, and the face of the police was almost lost."
At this point, Amy suddenly raised a finger and said, "Well, by the way, I heard that the police station is going to hold a briefing tomorrow morning."
"Explanation meeting?" Matthew said strangely, and he also knew who the guy who stole the cash was.
Amy nodded and explained: "Yes, after all, there has been no bank robbery in New York for a long time, and now there is a lot of public opinion. We must hold an explanation meeting to reassure New Yorkers."
"Is that so? It seems that the New York police are completely serious this time." Matthew nodded, and then talked 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 chief, George looked at the Internet singing about the police station, and his hair became gray.
As an ordinary person, in New York City, an international metropolis with a mixture of good and evil people, I was promoted to the title of Director of the Bureau by my hard work over the years.
However, as far as the discerning people know, they can only face ordinary criminals. It is not easy for them to survive in the face of the supernatural existence of those super powers, mutants and vampires.
He also asked his superiors countless times whether there were any super soldiers or the like. Otherwise, they would be too passive if they could only pray for the super vigilantes to solve the big problems.
However, this request is always evaded, saying that the military's research project based on super soldier serum was forced to stop not long ago because an experimental body escaped from the base during the experiment, which led to the experiment being put on hold temporarily. At present, the military is fully pursuing it, and can only wait a little longer.
However, depending on being cautious and having a clear orientation of self strength, New York City has also come through these years. Compared with other big cities, the annual police sacrifice rate in New York City is only 5%, which is very difficult.
Thinking of the press conference to be held tomorrow morning, after repeating his speech before going to bed, he reluctantly refused his wife's invitation and fell into sleep exhausted physically and mentally.
"You should wash your money out as soon as possible." In the bedroom, thinking while exercising in the daytime.
Recently, we are getting more and more cash strapped. We should legalize our funds as soon as possible.
When thinking like this in the daytime, several men with fierce looks and big muscles sat together in a warehouse.
"At 9:00 tomorrow morning, the police will start a press conference. At that time, many policemen will be there. That is definitely the time when the police force is most empty."
"At that time, we just need to do the opposite, and then we can complete the operation with full arms," said a man with a scarred face.
"Brother, which bank should we rob?" a man asked.
"Of course, it's Lancher Bank. I have fully investigated it. The cash reserve in this bank is definitely the most abundant in New York City, but the guard is not very strict." Scarface said.
But at this time, they ignored an important question. Why is this bank with heavy money so loosely guarded?