Beauty Man: All Heavens and Immortals

Chapter 61 Idol (Please recommend for favorites!)
New York, Hell's Kitchen.

St. John's Church.

The priest sent away every believer who came to worship, and he glanced at a familiar figure from the corner of his eye. He was slightly startled, looked at the watch on his wrist, and said to this young man wearing sunglasses and holding a guide stick: "See you next week, Matt."

The young man raised his lips slightly, and said with a smile, "Maybe."

The priest turned around and walked into the church. The young man tapped the ground with his guide stick and walked forward. Suddenly, a voice came from behind: "Matt!"

Matt stopped in his tracks, turned around, and greeted the visitor, "Ben."

The visitor wore a peaked cap and glasses, stuffed chewing gum into his mouth, and said pleasantly: "I promised my children to quit smoking, but chewing gum will make me go to heaven sooner."

Seeing Matt smiling and saying nothing, Ben chatted awkwardly, "Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm fine, thank you."

"Well, don't thank me so quickly."

After the awkward chat, Ben finally started to get to the point, and pondered: "I'm writing a report recently, and I want to let you know before reporting that I know Daredevil's true identity."

Matt's face changed slightly.

Ben said meaningfully: "Justice is blind!"

After a moment of silence, Matt said, "Ben, if you announce this, I'm done."

Ben stroked his chin, nodded and sighed, "Son, I know, but I'm a reporter and that's what I do."

The two stood facing each other and fell into silence.

quite a while.

Ben smiled and said: "Personally, I like Daredevil very much, and I don't want to expose his identity, but I need an explosive report to support my career, so..."

Matt's eyes are blind but his heart is not blind. Seeing what Ben said, he frowned and said, "What do you want to know?"

Ben said with a smile: "The Punisher is too popular recently. First, the Damick Building, and now the Mexican Gang, have turned New York upside down."

Matt said lightly: "I have no friendship with the Punisher, and everything I know is reported on TV."

Ben shook his head and said, "That's not true. Ordinary people think that the Punisher did what happened in the Damick Building, but you know, and I know, the person who actually did it is not the Punisher, right? ?”

Matt pondered: "What do you want to say?"

Ben smiled and said, "I need to know the information about the person who did the crime in the Damek Building. What do you think of using this report instead of Daredevil's?"

Matt sighed, "I only know his first name."

Ben's eyes lit up and he said, "What's your name?"

Matt said: "The Dark Knight."

"The Dark Knight?" Ben muttered the name, his eyes growing brighter.

"What else? What about that thin figure?"

"...Super Killer."

With Matt's super hearing ability, how could Minty and Owen's conversation be hidden from him? Fortunately, they were prepared in advance and called by nicknames, otherwise their identities would be leaked out in an instant.

"The Dark Knight and Super Killer, ha! The Punisher is second, and they are still a combination. This report is absolutely amazing! Matt, do you know any other news?"

Matt shook his head and said, "That's really all I know. Their ideas are different from mine. They don't talk speculatively, they only meet once."

Ben recalled what he had seen before, and knew what Matt said was true, so he nodded and said, "That's enough! Matt, thank you, don't worry, I won't report on Daredevil, he is our superhero in New York ,goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

The Queen.

Inside the safe house.

Hearing Minty's call, Owen asked with a strange expression: "Are you sure you want me to go in?"

Minty said disdainfully: "Don't be a sissy, I don't know your ability, maybe you have seen me up and down a long time ago, now I just ask you to come in and give me a computer, and you are still coy and pretending For whom?"

"Cough cough..."

Owen was choked speechless by these words, coughed continuously, and explained: "Mindy, don't talk nonsense, I can control my abilities, and I will never peek at you."

Minty snorted softly, "You don't need to explain."

"..."

"hurry up!"

The corner of Owen's mouth twitched, thinking that you don't mind, but I still mind. He took the laptop sideways, knocked on the door and said, "Minty, I'll come in."

"kindness."

in the bathroom.

Minty was soaking in the tub with only a small head exposed. When he saw Owen coming in, he took out his little hand from the tub full of medicinal herbs and said, "Computer."

Owen quickly handed over the computer, turned around and left.

Minty smiled and said, "Why don't you stay and take a good look, this spiritual peeping should be different from seeing it with your own eyes, right?"

Owen blurted out: "The mental perception is clearer..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that the words were somewhat ambiguous, so he stopped quickly.

Sure enough, Minty laughed and said, "Let's expose it, you really are a voyeur, hmph!"

Owen gave a wry smile, shrugged his shoulders, ignored the crazy Minty, turned and left the bathroom.

Minty's voice came from the bathroom: "Yo, you're getting angry from embarrassment. Just look at it, and I don't blame you. It's normal for young people to be interested in the bodies of the opposite sex..."

Owen continued to work on the matter at hand, turning a deaf ear to Minty's teasing laughter.

Seeing that Owen was ignoring him, Minty paused with some disinterest, turned on the laptop, contacted the seller, and asked about the progress of Owen's customized items.

quite a while.

Minty raised his voice and shouted: "Owen, this full-body uniform you ordered is too time-consuming and costly. Is it worth it? Didn't you say that no one can hit you?"

Seeing that Minty brought up the business, Owen raised his head and explained: "There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. In the past, the physical strength was not enough, and the clothes were cumbersome, but it was a drag, but now this weight is no longer a problem for me. , naturally have to make up, just in case."

Minty sneered: "You are good at everything, but you are too timid."

Owen said with a smile: "The older you are, the less courageous you are. The degree of danger in this world is beyond what you can imagine. It's better to be careful. Although these two sets of custom-made full-body uniforms are expensive, they are definitely worth the money. The materials are top-notch, the defense is far superior to the same police body armor, and it is lighter. You will like it."

Mingty looked at the price again, and said with some distress: "It's just too expensive. With these two sets of uniforms, our cash has been reduced by more than half immediately, and we have to buy medicinal materials. It seems that we need to reopen."

Owen nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of the money. Now you should work hard to improve your strength."

Minty dissatisfied: "You mean to act alone without me?"

Owen explained: "Now Marcus must be watching very closely. It is inconvenient for you to come out at night, so let's take it easy. When we become stronger in the future, we will fight side by side."

Minty looked around, and muttered, "You're just too careful, Uncle Marcus is a good brother of Dad, he's trustworthy, there's no need to hide it from him."

Owen shook his head and said: "Be careful. There is nothing wrong with him. He really has nothing to say to you, but he doesn't have anything to say to me. If he sees that you are still in contact with me, he has a bad heart and leaks a little rumor. If I die, you will I don’t know how I died. In the future, when you come here, you must be careful and careful, and you must not be discovered, you know?”

Minty said a little irritably, "Got it, got it."

more than an hour later.

Minty took a shower, ran out in a cool body, pointed at the notebook, and cheered, "Look, Owen, my idol has really come to New York."

"kindness?"

Owen raised his eyes, but saw that the big news from last night was being broadcast on the Internet. The head of a middle-aged white man in a combat uniform with a serious face was placed on the top of the screen, with bright red characters next to it: "The Punisher!"

The host chatted with the guests for a few words, and then played the surveillance video captured.

A mansion.

Bright lights.

Standing outside were more than a dozen tall and strong black-clothed men, who looked like gangsters. He was carrying a female companion, threw the car keys in his hand to the younger brother, and walked in ostentatiously.

It didn't take long.

Intensive gunshots rang out inside, almost like a war. The big man in black, who was guarding outside, took out a pistol from his waist and rushed in, but never came out again.

Then, at the fence in the corner of the mansion, two figures turned over in embarrassment. It could be vaguely seen that one of them was the person who swaggered in just now. After they ran out, they didn't even dare to drive their own cars and ran into the darkness. Among them, disappeared.

After a while, a big white man in a combat uniform came out with a cold face, and saw a big man in black holding a pistol tremblingly, hiding behind the car, peeking here from time to time, raising his hand It was just a shot, and it hit the man's head with precision.

boom!
The bullet was of a large caliber, and the powerful force exploded the head of the big man in black like a watermelon, extremely bloody.

The video didn't end here. After that, the police arrived and went in to shoot the scene.

In front of a long table, more than a dozen well-dressed people, both men and women, all died, some were stabbed to death by knives, some were shot in the head by a gun, and some died while clutching their blood-red necks.

There are more than a dozen black-clothed men who fell to the ground holding various firearms. The chandelier above the hall has been spun forcibly, but it has not stopped.

The furniture and walls in the house were bombarded with various bullets.

In the backyard, there were also crooked corpses of black-clothed men, many of whom had been shot in the head. Fortunately, this was an online program, otherwise it would never have been broadcast due to the bloodiness.

Mindy's eyes lit up and said: "Holy crap! As expected, he is indeed my idol. His shots are so decisive and sharp. It's so fucking cool."

Owen said speechlessly: "Mindy, I have to say, your taste is too strong..."

Since joining Mindy and Damon, Owen also killed nearly 200 people back and forth. The last time, he killed nearly a hundred people at once, but he was still a little uncomfortable after seeing so many watermelon heads. On the other hand, Dee is excited and tight, which shows the importance of taste and is worthy of the image of a violent little lolita.

Minty snorted softly: "What's the matter? You just get less headshots, and if you use cold weapons like knives to kill people at close range, you won't feel any discomfort in a short time. Listen to me, no Incorrect."

"..."

Mindy rolled his eyes and said, "Owen, it's time for us to go out and have a vote, why don't we go and see my idol, he's not like Daredevil, he definitely fits your definition of an anti-hero, maybe we can be What about your partner?"

(End of this chapter)