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Six rings!

Seeing that the arrow was firmly fixed on the six rings of the target, An grinned. This time his result was quite good, and he began to practice continuously.

Time flies, Ann Maikina has spent an afternoon in the archery hall.

When leaving the archery hall, An's hands were hanging down, and he walked out very tired. Maintaining a full bow to shoot arrows will consume a lot of energy, and now An is exhausted.

After resting for a while, An rode his Kawasaki h2 and passed by the Piltover restaurant. He saw that several customers had come to the restaurant again. The waiters received them warmly, as if nothing happened at noon, and the restaurant was broken by himself. The fat tiger with his head must have been sent to the hospital.

Back home, An was covered in sweat and took a shower. As usual, she cooked and ate by herself, then sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while. If there was any difference from before, it was that An would sometimes point out Learn more about the system.

"Jingle Bell!"

At this time, the bell outside the door suddenly rang, and An turned her head to look in the direction of the door, with a hint of caution in her eyes.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. How could anyone ring his doorbell? This was not the right time for friends to visit, and besides, he didn't have many friends.

In Clinton, only Chester would visit his home. Other colleagues didn't know the location of An's apartment. His parents both settled in New York, and Clinton was far from New York.

"Who?"

An pulled out a pistol from the drawer under the table. In the United States, almost everyone has several guns at home for self-defense, and An naturally did the same.

He pulled the safety of his pistol, tiptoed to the door, and looked through the door to see who was coming.

Through the peephole, An saw a man standing outside the door. He was wearing a blood-red tights and a red mask on his head. Only his mouth and cheeks could be seen. This dazzling costume made An Yi You'll know who it is when you look at it. It's the hero who travels through the city countless times at night to safeguard justice in Clinton City, Daredevil.

"What is this guy doing here at night?" Seeing that the person coming was Daredevil, An Po scratched his head with a headache.

Seeing that there was no movement inside the door, Daredevil Matt Murdock tapped his finger on the wall. Pictures of the interior emerged in his mind. He saw Ann standing behind the door holding a pistol and staring. He looked at himself and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I know you are in there, don't you want to talk about it?"

"Damn it." An, who was behind the door, said nothing. She originally wanted Daredevil to think that no one was home and leave on her own, but suddenly she remembered Daredevil's radar-like ability.

An leaned against the door and said, "What's there to talk about? Go and defend justice in Clinton City. Don't waste your time on me."

I met Matt Murdock early this morning. Ann made a prank to tease him, thinking that this guy didn't come here specifically for revenge. Why was he so idle? Superheroes shouldn't be very busy.

Seeing that An still didn't open the door, Daredevil smiled. He put one hand on the nunchaku at his waist, fumbled for a button and pressed it, and an iron needle jumped out from the head of the stick.

He inserted the iron needle directly into the keyhole of the door and fiddled with it.

"Hat?" Ann realized that Daredevil was trying to open the door by force. She yelled, "What the hell?" She was about to grab the door handle, but she heard a "swish" sound and the door suddenly opened.

An stood there with a look of astonishment on his face. He didn't expect that Daredevil was actually very good at picking locks. When he saw Daredevil break in, he quickly took a few steps back and pointed the gun at Daredevil with both hands. He said seriously: "You are breaking into a private house, Mr. Daredevil."

Faced with An pointing a gun at him, Matt Murdock did not panic at all. Instead, he walked over slowly and said, "Mr. An, the gun does not pose any threat to me."

Daredevil's powerful hearing allows him to identify the location of bullets by listening to sounds and determine the trajectory of bullets, allowing him to easily dodge. For him, guns really don't pose much of a threat to him.

"Okay!" An also thought of this and simply threw away the pistol. With a thought, the surrounding air seemed to suddenly become colder, and some ice crystals appeared in the air.