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Daisy felt that her shock version of the radar was still lacking. When running long distances like this, she couldn't discern objects clearly when there were too many of them. Her vision, hearing, and shock sensing often got confused.
From a reconnaissance perspective, it was far from Daredevil's superhuman senses.
"Hurry, go over there and check!" Before she could examine the situation carefully, a noisy voice reached her ears.
She threw the fainted tattooed man into the shadowy corner, preparing to interrogate him in detail later.
Daisy glanced around the surroundings. To her left was an ordinary apartment building. She took a couple of steps, sprinted, leaped high, grabbed the eaves, and flipped onto the roof.
She took out her pistol, aiming at the street corner.
Not long after, a man with a mohawk appeared in her line of sight. Ordinary people would typically focus on their surroundings and few checked for enemies in elevated positions.
Not too far apart, with a straight-line distance of just over 20 meters, but one was concealed in the shadows and the other standing in the light. Daisy took advantage of this time difference, activated a small burst of ability on her wrist for precision, aimed her gun with both hands at the opponent's head, and decisively fired.
After the gunshot, the man subconsciously turned to look upward, but it was too late.
With a muffled bang, the bullet entered his left eye and drilled out from the brainstem. The man convulsed for a moment and then went completely still.
Daisy quickly jumped to another rooftop; her senses detected two more enemies.
The two men who had been chasing her all along reunited, looking somewhat panicked as they observed their companion who was shot dead.
They quickly retreated, pulling out their pistols, and cautiously scanning the surroundings.
Daisy watched them from a distance, and aimed a few times, but she wasn't sure enough. The effective range of a pistol was fifty meters, and the accuracy against moving targets was even lower. She relied solely on her physical fitness and her ability to assist in shooting. She was still far from a sharpshooter.
She quietly stayed on the side without moving, while the opponents kept firing in all directions, attempting to find her trace.
Realizing that things were getting out of control, the bald man hastily took out his phone.
Before he could answer the call, a gunshot echoed. He felt a warm liquid flowing over the hand holding the phone, realizing it was bad. He quickly dodged to the side like a starving dog grabbing a meal, avoiding the enemy's line of fire. Only then did he have time to turn around, and see a large hole in his companion's forehead, and it was his blood that splattered on his hand.
His reaction was swift. He stood up, firing several shots in the direction the bullets came from.
Daisy returned fire, but the opponent was prepared, and the distance was really far away. Luck did not favor her this time, and the bullet grazed the bald man's left arm, flying out.
At this moment, the bald man also saw her position on the rooftop. When did this guy go up there?
He hid in the corner, holding the blood-stained phone, and tried it twice, but the phone couldn't be powered on.
Frustrated, he threw away the phone, vigilantly watching the direction of the rooftop.
"We mean no harm, Madam just appreciates you and want to talk to you," he shouted.
Daisy almost burst into laughter. Do I look that brainless? Do they think I can't see their blatant malice?
"Your marksmanship is quite impressive. Do we have any misunderstanding?" The bald man was somewhat afraid of her shooting skills, and chatted nonsense while assessing the surrounding terrain, preparing to find a shortcut to rush in and engage Daisy in close combat.
Unbeknownst to the bald man, Daisy had the same plan. Her physique wasn't on par with Captain America's; can she take a hit and get up after ten seconds? She didn't have that resilience. Luck was unpredictable, and if the opponent fired a shot with his eyes closed, it would be too unfair.
Sensing the bald man's location, she also slipped down and waited for him in the corner.
The bald man held a dagger in his left hand and a pistol in his right, pressed against the wall, eyes darting around, but his breathing was a bit heavy.
Daisy placed her left hand on the floor, activating her ability.
What's underground? The bald man felt the ground shaking beneath his feet, the wooden floor creaking. His attention was instantly diverted.
An earthquake? This thought had just crossed his mind when a gunshot brought him to death.
Daisy dealt with the enemy, tossing the empty gun towards the bald man. He remained motionless, indeed dead.
Not thinking about it before, staring at the bloody and gruesome scene up close made Daisy a bit queasy. Trying to imagine the bald man as a monster from a game, she suppressed her disgust and patted down the body.
This guy was relatively well-off, carrying two hundred dollars, a Beretta 92F, and two magazines.
Daisy unceremoniously stuffed them into her pockets. With that old hag, Madam Gao keeping an eye on her, having a gun made her feel much safer.
She then went on to search the other two bodies. One pistol was already out of bullets, and the other guy didn't even have a gun. She tossed away the empty guns, did a wallet raid, and Daisy's total assets were back up to eight thousand dollars!
Picking up a piece of wood from the ground, she gave the initially unconscious tattooed man a good beating.
Being beaten into a bloody mess, the tattooed man finally regained consciousness.
Staring at the gleaming pistol in front of him, he was dumbfounded.
Daisy asked, "Who sent you? Why were you following me?"
The tattooed man's eyes flickered as if searching for a weapon.
Daisy was a bit annoyed. I have a gun pointed at you! Is the threat of a woman so low in your eyes?
Bang!
A gunshot pierced through the tattooed man's foot.
"Speak!"
The tattooed man, full of hostility, gritted his teeth against the pain, seemingly attempting to stand up.
Daisy opened fire again, shooting through his other foot.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!"
The tattooed man rolled on the ground, clutching his feet. When Daisy aimed the gun at his head, he finally gave up resistance.
"It's... it's Madame Gao's orders!"
"Is that the old lady? I don't know her."
The tattooed man glanced at her and quickly lowered his head.
"If I'm caught by you guys, how will the old lady deal with me?" Daisy continued to inquire.
The tattooed man's face changed drastically, trembling like chaff.
Daisy pointed the gun at his forehead from a distance, the implication clear.
"If I tell you, you can't kill me!"
"I won't kill you. Speak."
"Madame Gao will probably sell you to those wealthy people... or send you to her factory to work..."
Daisy understood most of it, her face turning pale with anger. That old bitch! This whole thing had nothing to do with those Japanese people, another fucking chance encounter.
"Where does that old hag usually stay?"
The tattooed man whispered an address.
"You promised not to kill me..." The tattooed man was afraid that Daisy might shoot him in a fit of rage.
"I won't kill you." Daisy's words, like divine music, reached the tattooed man's ears. Before he could express his relief, a bullet rapidly approached, piercing through his skull.
"In the next life, remember not to trust the words of a beautiful woman." Daisy didn't have any guilt for breaking her promise, put the gun back into her backpack, leaving behind four bodies, and briskly walked away from the crime scene.
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