Chapter 967: Chapter 793: Crisis in Hell’s Kitchen_5

He also picked up his newly acquired smartphone and glanced at the ‘X’ signal icon displayed on it, struggling to find the strength to complain.

“This new smartphone has pretty bad signal reception, huh.”

“I bought this phone too, it even has a blind mode, which is thoughtful. I think the more likely reason is that there’s signal jamming; you guys must have offended a lot of people. Kingpin and the Hand-to-hand Combat Association are both looking for you.”

Nick Fury just made a feeble attempt to lighten the mood with his complaint, but Matt Murdock, being a lawyer, started explaining it seriously.

This left Scrambled Egg without the energy to retort, merely following the other up the stairs while letting out a sigh.

“Thanks for this time. Is there any other way out from here?”

“Yes, but it requires some basic agility. I think you guys should be fine. Here we are.”

Matt Murdock arrived at a window, listened intently for a moment, then opened it and leaped out, crossing the alleyway to land steadily on the rooftop of a flat-roof building opposite.

Hearing the footsteps of pursuers climbing the stairs below.

Nick Fury threw a grenade through the stairwell gap, and then he too leaped across…

Boom~

With the explosion serving as cover, everyone successively made it to the rooftop, then followed the blind man across the tops of the flat-roof buildings as if performing urban parkour, moving quickly towards the front.

Before long, they entered an apartment complex and started weaving through it…

“Signal’s back.”

Natasha had been checking the signal periodically and upon seeing the restoration, she hesitated for a moment before opening the pirated WeChat and sending her location to a contact nicknamed ‘Non-Human’.

She also casually sent a flirty emoji.

With S.H.I.E.L.D. in such a shambles, seeking help meant looking for external assistance. Surely they couldn’t be so heartless…

“We’re here, it’s temporarily safe.”

Matt Murdock led a few people through a window into an old apartment building.

The old apartment building obviously showed its age, appearing somewhat damp with water stains and mold on the walls, and a moldy smell in the air.

The rows of doors were also designed quite closely together.

Nick looked around and then complimented,

“Very clever design. Did you set up these traps?”

He wasn’t suspecting the blind man of harming them, but rather that the nearby clutter formed numerous simple yet inconspicuous traps that appeared to be purposely made for stalling pursuers.

If one were to flee here, they could easily shake off the chasers.

“As you can see, I’m blind. A friend of mine set these up; he’s temporarily staying here. You’ll be on Kingpin and the Hand-to-hand Combat Association’s joint wanted list, and you must have various tough breaks. Come on, we can talk.”

He then knocked on a door,

“Frank, open up. I’ve found those friends you were looking for.”

Nick Fury was slightly surprised upon hearing the name called out by the blind man.

Frank?

Was it the Frank he knew?

Natasha’s gaze shifted subtly; she had heard the name from Nick Fury before, known as a Level 10 agent.

This revelation left both in the know with an aha moment. No wonder!

It was this fellow here…

However, as the door opened, there came a faint scent of blood and disinfectant from inside, causing Matt, the blind man with the keenest senses, to frown and say,

“What’s the matter? Are you hurt? Didn’t you go to Luke? What happened?”

The room was dark, but that did not affect the sight of the people at the doorstep.

A burly and muscular man was there, treating a wound on his arm.

Cleaning a row of bite marks on the muscle of his arm with iodine, he grimaced from time to time, apparently in pain.

“Don’t even mention it. He’s been investigating the missing homeless in the sewers recently. After he lost contact, I went looking for him, but he bit me like he was craze, stronger than me. He almost got me killed. I’ve got him locked up in his house now…”

Frank’s voice was a bit hoarse.

The pain from the bite was making him feel something was off, and what’s worse, he was now starting to feel a bit dizzy.

And he was becoming photosensitive…

“I’m starting to suspect that a vampire got me.”

Frank let out a self-deprecating laugh.

After saying that, he turned his gaze towards Nick Fury, who he clearly recognized. Frank looked at Fury’s solemn eyes and smirked sarcastically,

“How about it? I hear you’ve been on the run lately? Tsk tsk~, that’s a bit embarrassing.”

He then glanced at the bandage on Fury’s arm and quickly deduced from the pattern of the bloodstain that it was a gunshot wound.

“Looks like you’re having bad luck. While we both have arm injuries, I just need to dab on some iodine, but you’re going to need quite some time to heal.”

But Frank had barely finished speaking when he saw Nick Fury pityingly toss a syringe his way,

“It’s not that I’m unlucky, but rather you’re lucky. If we hadn’t brought some vaccines with us, you’d be meeting God by now, idiot…”