Chapter 9: Chapter 8: The Ordeal of Daredevil
After identifying Carson Wolf as his next target, David got busy. He had been waiting for a long time to take down this enemy.
However, as a high-level agent, Wolf was quite cautious, so David needed to come up with a flawless plan.
Meanwhile, Cohen was fulfilling his duties as a priest by organizing a long-overdue community gathering. The event included hymn singing, prayers, a children's performance, and a free lunch.
When Father Emma was around, there wasn't enough energy to organize these kinds of events, so Cohen's efforts were well-received by both the congregation and the nearby residents.
Children were running around the church, creating a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.
David also went downstairs to participate in the prayers, which calmed his anxious mind a bit.
In the evening, when the event had ended, Cohen was cleaning up the lunch trash in the backyard.
"Ring, ring..."
A clear bell sound rang out.
He was slightly surprised. It was the sound of the confessional bell—someone had come.
He went to the small hall, and one of the confessional doors was already closed.
Despite only being a priest for a few days, he had already heard several confessions. Hell's Kitchen was a tough place.
"Hello, I am Father Cohen, your confessor today."
A male voice responded with a hint of surprise: "You're not Father Emma?"
"Father Emma has gone to the Vatican. For the next few months, I will be taking care of Emma Church."
The man on the other side paused for a moment and sighed.
"Never mind, it doesn't matter who it is. My name is Wesley, and my life is a complete mess! I have a fat, nagging boss who loves to nitpick. Her big mouth never stops yapping, like a fly buzzing in your head all day long. And then there's my girlfriend—she cheated on me with my best friend! I live in the cheapest apartment, and every time the subway goes by, the whole building shakes. And my job—it's like I'm working in some sweatshop from a century ago, being squeezed dry by my boss!"
This situation sounded familiar to Cohen. A guy named Wesley with a miserable life—could it be...
"I grew up without a dad, and I have a hereditary illness that makes my heart race and my vision blur. I have to take medication just to cope. God, are you punishing me?"
Cohen was certain now—this was that Wesley, the man who could bend bullets, the naturally gifted assassin!
After a moment of silence, the man on the other side suddenly became agitated: "I want to kill them, Father! The thought has crossed my mind so many times. I want to cut off their heads, one by one—the cheating couple and that fat witch. They all deserve to die..."
After letting the man vent, Cohen began to comfort him in a low voice: "Wesley, we all live under certain rules—laws, morals, company policies. This world can be cold and heartless. But we are living, breathing people. We face the sun and seek the light. Calm your heart, Wesley! Believe that something good is going to happen. Believe that your fate is about to change."
Wesley gave a mocking laugh, but Cohen didn't mind: "Wesley, do you believe in God?"
"Huh?"
"God has given me a message—your fate is about to change. But I want to remind you, be careful with your choices. If you ever feel lost, please come here. God will guide you."
The man was silent for a while, seemingly digesting the words. "Father, I..."
"God already knows everything. Don't let grand ideals cloud your vision. Don't live a life full of regret. The doors here are always open for you."
A confused Wesley left in his bewilderment, and as Cohen watched his retreating figure, he couldn't suppress a smile. Wesley, the protagonist from the movie Wanted—who would have thought he'd appear in this world too? That movie had so many amazing things: bullet-bending techniques, a healing pool, and a whole bunch of top-tier assassins. Maybe someday, he'd hit the jackpot!
...
"knock! Knock! Knock!"
In the middle of the night, just after falling asleep, Cohen's door was suddenly knocked on.
"Get up quick, Daredevil's been attacked!"
What?
Cohen jumped out of bed and hurried to David's room.
On the large screen, which appeared to be showing a drone's perspective, under the deep night sky, several lines of fire converged in one direction. Several cars had exploded, and flames were spreading rapidly.
Cohen strained his ears and could faintly hear the distant sound of explosions.
"What happened? Where's Daredevil?"
David rubbed his hands nervously. "He's been shot down. Just now, when he was flying around, he got sniped. Now, he's being surrounded and shot at by about a dozen fully armed elite gunmen."
David pointed to several of the gunmen on the screen. "Look at them—they're covering each other, reloading on the move. These guys are almost as skilled as Delta Force soldiers—definitely elite! Daredevil can't even show his face! And the guy who shot him in the first place hasn't even shown up yet; he must be watching him from somewhere!"
Hiss!
Cohen took a deep breath. Could Daredevil be destined for an early death in this world?
Looking at the scene, Cohen couldn't imagine how Daredevil could turn the situation around. Unless...someone came to save him? But at this time, he couldn't think of any hero who would come to his rescue.
Curiosity began to gnaw at him—did Daredevil still have plot armor in this world? He had to find out!
At that moment, the system, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly chimed in:
[Ding! Temporary Mission Released: Punish Evil!]
[Mission Objective: Punishing after the fact is not as effective as preventing it beforehand. Eliminate the team hunting Daredevil.]
[Mission Deadline: Before Daredevil dies or the killers are taken out.]
[Mission Reward: A gift pack depending on the completion level.]
Damn!
Cohen's eyes widened. Was he really going to be Daredevil's NPC? After a few seconds of thought, considering the reward, saving him was the right thing to do.
He immediately instructed David, "Raise the drone. Find that sniper!"
David was startled. "What? What are you going to do?"
"God told me Daredevil is a good person. We can't let him die."
"What? God's a bleeding heart now?"
David blurted out, realizing too late what he'd said. He nervously glanced at Cohen—this was blasphemy. Wouldn't this so-called "Knight" behead him?
Cohen shot him a glance. "The Virgin Mary is Jesus's mother, God's woman. Don't use 'bleeding heart' so carelessly, okay?"
"Ahem!"
David swallowed nervously. "Y-yes, understood."
Though David usually acted unafraid of Cohen, deep down, he treated him as a murderous madman. After all, he knew Cohen had already killed dozens of people, not to mention those he didn't know about.
Changing into his black suit and putting on his demon mask, Cohen quickly approached the battlefield. But he didn't rush into the fight. Instead, he waited for the signal through his earpiece.
As more cars exploded, and Daredevil took a hit, rolling into an empty building, David's voice finally came through.
"I found the sniper! He's at 15 degrees southeast of you... He's spotted the drone... Damn it, he's attacking the drone!"
David's angry voice echoed through the earpiece: "Damn it... F***! Knight, the drone's been shot down..."
A few seconds earlier—
Just as David was shouting that the drone was under attack, Cohen had already bolted forward.
He appeared behind the gunmen on their right flank, his focus sharp and his mind clear. His vision, enhanced to its peak, slowed down their movements.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With both guns raised, flames erupted as bullets flew!
(End of Chapter)
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