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Chapter 35 On-site Investigation
Tommy's three years in prison were not wasted time.

During these three years, no matter it was windy or rainy, or any big or small things happened, Tommy persisted from beginning to end and never stopped his physical training for a single day.

In addition to physical training, he also worked hard to study fighting techniques.

With the help of Jaina's connections outside, he invited top fighting masters from all over the world to teach them what they had learned.

With the blessing of Canbao's martial arts talent, Tommy's learning progress was rapid.

It only took a short time for me to master the unique skills of all the masters.

In the days that followed, he conducted practical teaching with these masters.

In the first few days, those fighting masters could fight him to a draw and the fight was evenly matched.

But as time went by, the masters began to lose their strength and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

When the masters with weapons were no match for him, Tommy's strength reached a new level.

Superb physical fitness and superb fighting skills.

When these two are combined into one, it is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Even Tommy himself didn't know how high he had reached.

Perhaps, one day in the future, he should find a real martial arts master to test his level.

……

Inside the apartment.

There was no light on and the room was pitch black.

Only the TV was still working, flickering a faint light.

A tense and exciting football game is currently being played on the screen.

"81-74, the Spurs defeated the Pistons, won the series and became the 2005 NBA champions!"

This is a replay of the NBA Finals from a few days ago, the matchup between the San Antonio Spurs and the Detroit Pistons.

The game was extremely tense from the beginning, and the Spurs were always behind in the score.

At the critical moment, Duncan stood up, got rid of his previous sluggish attitude, scored five goals in a row, restored the team's morale, and finally defeated the Pistons and won the final championship trophy.

This was a typical tough matchup, with both teams being strong defensive teams.

Maybe industry insiders think it's pretty good, but in the eyes of the audience, hard-hitting defense is not as good-looking as fancy offense.

This also made the entire game rather boring and the ratings were very low.

That is why the man who was watching the game at that moment fell asleep on the sofa, with an unfinished beer can in his hand, his head tilted back and snoring loudly.

However, at some point, the man's expression suddenly became tense and his body twitched slightly.

Then, he suddenly woke up from his dream as if he had seen something terrible.

In the darkness, Lincoln's eyes opened instantly and he looked at the dark room with fear in his eyes.

He was breathing rapidly and his heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

It took a long time for Lincoln to come back to his senses and realize that everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.

The nightmare was so realistic that he almost thought it was really happening. He even reached out and touched his head to see if it was really being bitten off by the monster.

Thankfully, his head was still there.

At least, it's still there now.

Because in the next second, the door of the apartment suddenly opened.

Lincoln was stunned and had no time to react. Before he could reach under the coffee table to get the pistol hidden underneath, a black muzzle of a gun was already aimed at his head.

boom!
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out.

Tommy was holding a Glock 34 pistol and used only one bullet to accurately shoot Lincoln in the head, easily eliminating the target on the list.

After doing all this, he turned around and left quickly.

All that was left was a corpse with its eyes open, collapsed next to the TV set amidst the cheers.

After Tommy left, a blind man arrived with a cane.

The blind man's name was Matt Murdoch, the lawyer mentioned in the bar that evening. Matt had an appointment to meet the informant here tonight.

And his informant was Lincoln who had just been killed.

With a cane in his hand, Matt walked towards the apartment building, but when he got downstairs and before he stepped into the door of the apartment building, he suddenly took a deep breath, as if he had noticed something.

"It smells like blood!"

Matt lost his sight due to an accident.

But it was also because of this accident that his other organs were comprehensively strengthened and could play a role far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Oh no, Lincoln is in danger!"

With a bad feeling in his heart, Matt stopped pretending, quickened his pace and ran upstairs.

upstairs.

The room was not locked and the door was left open.

Lincoln's mind-blowing corpse now appeared in front of Matt.

"People are dead."

Matt shook his head. He couldn't hear any breathing except his own.

This shows that the murder happened some time ago and the killer has long gone away.

Since he couldn't track her for the time being, Matt had to put on gloves and check the body on the ground to see if he could find some useful clues to facilitate future investigations.

"The deceased had only one wound on his body, right between his eyebrows..."

After confirming the condition of the deceased, Matt's face immediately became solemn.

Killed with one shot, this man is definitely not an ordinary professional killer.

There was a reason why he thought so.

In order to ensure the success rate, most killers use the Mozambique shooting method when shooting.

That is, two shots to the chest and one shot to the head.

The reason for doing this is that compared to other parts of the body, the chest has the largest area and is most easily hit. Important organs are all here, which can make the target lose combat effectiveness in an instant.

The next shot is to prevent the target from being completely dead and then to finish him off.

But the killer today was different. He seemed to be absolutely confident in his shooting skills. He only aimed at the head and didn't even fire a second shot.

And his marksmanship was truly amazing.

The bullet hit Lincoln right between the eyebrows, as if it had been measured with a ruler before the shooting, without any deviation.

Matt remembered that only three people could perform such terrible marksmanship.

Bullseye, whose real name is Lester, is a professional killer who once worked for the criminal boss Kingpin.

But in a duel some time ago, Bullseye accidentally fell from a height, his spine was shattered, and he is currently in the hospital.

The Punisher, whose real name is Frank Cassel, was born in the United States Marine Corps.

Because of his outstanding performance during his military service, he was awarded many medals of honor.

But a huge change later caused him to lose his wife and children. Heartbroken Frank vowed to become the Punisher and embarked on the road of fighting crime.

The last time Matt heard, the Punisher was away in Chicago, seemingly hunting down his nemesis Jigsaw.

Judging from the time and distance, he probably didn't do it.

As for the last Blade, Matt felt that it was equally impossible.

As we all know, as a vampire killer, Blade specializes in killing vampires.

As for ordinary gangsters, Blade Warrior would not care as long as they did not cause trouble and would not bother to deal with them at all.

The three suspects were ruled out one by one, and Matt's mind was full of questions.

When did such a top killer with terrible shooting skills come to New York?
And what exactly is the killer's purpose?

(End of this chapter)