"Mr. Stark, are you alright?"
After Mike dealt with Daken, Peter, swinging on his webs, finally entered the building from outside.
He immediately noticed the messy scratches on Iron Man's suit.
"Just a small problem," Tony patted the armor on his chest and said, "If Mike hadn't gotten to him first, that wolf cub wouldn't have been my match either."
Tony had only been caught off guard by Daken's close-quarters combat earlier.
And although his latest battle suit had reduced defensive capabilities for the sake of hot weapon equipment and flexibility, the alloy armor on his chest could not be pierced by Daken's bone claws.
Overall, even if Mike hadn't intervened, Tony had a high probability of winning the one-on-one fight against Daken.
It just might have been a bit more troublesome.
"Alright, I know you and your new battle suit are amazing…" Mike appeased the arrogant Tony, then continued, "However, shouldn't we be concerned about how The Punisher and Daredevil are doing right now? I hope they can hold on."
In just this short while, the gunshots and fighting sounds from upstairs had significantly diminished.
There were only two possibilities for this situation: one was that The Punisher and Daredevil had been subdued by the gang members.
The other was that The Punisher and Daredevil had subdued the gang members.
However, considering the strength of both sides, the first possibility was more likely.
"Oh, right, The Punisher and Daredevil are still waiting for us to support them." After being reminded, the young spider also reacted.
Then, he came behind Mike.
Clearly, compared to Iron Man with his cool armor, the powerful Mike seemed more trustworthy.
…
Upstairs, after a fierce battle, the heavily wounded The Punisher and Daredevil were forced to hide behind a stone pillar in the corner.
The Punisher, looking like a tough guy, had been shot at least seven or eight times, and blood flowed all over the floor.
If it weren't for the bulletproof effect of his tactical vest, he would have died long ago.
As for Daredevil beside him, he had also been shot once in the chest and once in the thigh.
However, with his Super Senses, he had intentionally avoided vital points when shot, so he looked much better than The Punisher.
"Punisher, didn't you always want to get revenge on me? Now I'm right in front of you, why are you acting like a coward?"
Outside the stone pillar, Jigsaw, dressed in a black suit and fedora, with a face like stitched-together minced meat, loudly taunted The Punisher.
He tried to provoke The Punisher into coming out from behind the stone pillar's cover.
And next to Jigsaw, a group of strange-looking or strangely dressed individuals had gathered.
They were "Russian," a big guy in a vest, "Piranha," a big bald man holding a heavy machine gun, and Finn-Coolie, whose face was half-rotted with his tooth roots exposed.
Further back were the crazy Jim, the pyromancer Fireworks Johnny, and the weapons expert Chip.
It's worth mentioning that Chip used to be The Punisher's companion, specifically responsible for providing weapons and equipment.
It was only during a brawl that The Punisher accidentally killed Chip's wife, which led Chip to join the gang.
He wanted to use the gang's power to kill The Punisher and avenge his wife.
In summary, almost all of The Punisher's enemies and those who held grudges against him were gathered here.
"Johnny, Jim, and Chip. The performance is up to you now—" Jigsaw, unable to provoke The Punisher with words, motioned for the three cannon fodder to go ahead and lead the charge.
As for "Russian" and the others, most of them were big bosses of various gangs in Hells Kitchen, and their status was no lower than Jigsaw's.
"Leave it to me!" The former firefighter, Fireworks Johnny, sneered as he stepped forward and pulled out two specialized incendiary bombs.
Chip, on the other hand, silently held his weapon, cooperating with the crazy Jim, and walked towards the back of the stone pillar.
Listening to the approaching footsteps, The Punisher, who was almost at his limit, said, "Matt, thank you for coming to help me this time. I'll try my best to buy you some time later; if you have a chance, get out of here quickly."
Clearly, The Punisher, in a desperate situation, had prepared to die here.
"Wait, it seems our reinforcements have arrived too!" Daredevil pulled back The Punisher, who was about to rush out and fight, after his ears twitched.
At the same time, Tony and the other two, led by Mike, quietly appeared at the entrance.
"Who are you???"
Jigsaw was startled, then recognized Tony and Mike.
Before the two could answer, he signaled his "companions" to open fire.
Instantly, gunshots erupted, and countless bullets flew towards Mike and the other two.
Then, these bullets were frozen in mid-air by a pure white geometric light shield.
As Mike snapped his fingers, the bullets in front of him fell to the ground with a "clink-clank."
"Cool!" The atmosphere-setting young spider couldn't help but exclaim.
Beside him, Tony's gaze at Mike flickered twice.
He was surprised, thinking: Compared to the alien war, Mike's abilities seem to have gotten stronger.
Of course, these were all Tony's misconceptions.
During this time, Mike, who had been searching for street heroes, hadn't actually improved much in overall strength.
The reason he felt stronger might simply be because the magic ability Mike used this time was more flashy than pure Saint Light Power.
[Tactical Master (Trait)]… [Weapon Expert (Trait)]… [Muscle Enhancement (Trait)]…
[Shooting Mastery (Experience)]… [Combat Mastery (Experience)]…
At the same time, the gang members, led by Jigsaw, also contributed many trait traits to Mike.
Of course, their strength didn't seem to be very good.
Subsequently, Jigsaw and the others, shocked by Mike's powerful strength, realized that this opponent was insurmountable, so they tacitly chose to flee at the same time.
Some even wanted to break windows and jump from the high-rise to escape.
However, in front of Mike, all of this was futile.
With a wave of his hand, he once again condensed several magic whips, binding the gang members who wanted to escape.
As the magic whips slowly tightened, the gang members one by one lost their breath and fell to the ground.
On the other side, The Punisher also seized this chaotic opportunity, rushed out, and shot Chip and the other two dead.
Then he knelt before the dead Chip, whose eyes were still open, closed them for him, and made the sign of the cross on his chest.
Emotionally speaking, Chip was actually just an innocent victim.
There was nothing wrong with him seeking revenge on The Punisher.
After confessing to his former companion, The Punisher dragged his heavily injured body to the already deceased Jigsaw.
As gunshots rang out…
The Punisher desecrated Jigsaw's corpse.
It should be known that The Punisher first embarked on the path of an "anti-hero" because his wife and child were accidentally killed in a gang brawl.
And the one who caused that brawl was Jigsaw's subordinate.
Now that Jigsaw, the culprit, was dead, The Punisher could be considered to have avenged his great grudge.
After The Punisher vented, Daredevil stepped forward and patted his friend's shoulder in comfort, while also reminding him that it was time for them to meet their "benefactors."
In this situation, if Mike and the other two hadn't arrived in time, The Punisher would have certainly died.
Even Daredevil might have perished there.
"Oh, isn't this Mr. Matt Murdock? Haven't seen you in a few days, why are you in such a sorry state?" Tony looked at the approaching Daredevil and habitually spoke with his sarcastic tongue.
After all, their last meeting wasn't exactly pleasant.
As for Daredevil at this moment, although he wore a half-face mask, with his chin and nose exposed, his identity was quite easy to recognize.
Not to mention, he was still holding that highly recognizable blind cane.
"Mr. Stark, and Mr. Mike, thank you for your righteous intervention this time…" Matt, whose identity was recognized, did not deny it.
He immediately pulled his friend The Punisher along and expressed their gratitude to the two.
It was at this moment that The Punisher suddenly looked up, towards the corner of the top floor.
A figure flashed there…
"Excuse me, I must go." The Punisher nodded in apology, then picked up a shotgun left by a gang member from the ground and stumbled after the figure towards the top floor.
"He really hates evil!" Tony sighed at The Punisher's tough appearance, then said, "It seems we still have a battle to fight."
"It's Kingpin…" Daredevil, on the other hand, somewhat understood The Punisher's thoughts.
His wife and child being killed by gangsters made The Punisher thoroughly hate all gang members.
Revenge on Jigsaw was just the beginning.
His ultimate goal was likely to eliminate all gang members in Hells Kitchen.
And Kingpin, as the biggest "pest" in Hells Kitchen, was naturally also a target for The Punisher to clear out.
As for Daredevil, he was actually a street hero who upheld a "no-kill" principle. In his opinion, enough people had died here today.
There was no need to fight Kingpin, this underground "king."
It was just that his friend The Punisher had already acted, and Daredevil, concerned for his safety, had no choice but to follow him to the top floor.
"Let's go, we'll also go meet that underground king." Mike didn't have any obsession with being a hero.
It was just that since he had already encountered it, he didn't mind making some contribution to Hells Kitchen.
…
"Guardian Mike, and Iron Man Tony…" In the top-floor room, Kingpin, sitting in a large boss chair, seemed to be waiting for Mike and Tony's arrival.
As for Spider-Man, he was completely ignored.
At the same time, The Punisher and Daredevil, who had arrived a step earlier, had already been subdued by Kingpin's two bodyguards.
The Punisher, with a green glow on his face, lay at the feet of a burly man with a mechanical arm, his life unknown.
The shotgun in his hand was thrown aside.
And Daredevil, on the other hand, was being choked by a strange person hidden under a red cloak.
His face was flushed red, unable to utter a single word.
"I thought you guys were so capable, turns out you're so weak…" After seeing the situation in the room, Tony couldn't help but complain about The Punisher and Daredevil.
It should be noted that both sides went upstairs one after another, and not much time had passed.
And the previously murderous The Punisher and Daredevil couldn't even last a few seconds.
This couldn't help but make people wonder if they were intentionally "feeding kills."
[Human Limit (Trait)]…[Steel Bones (Trait)]…[Super Strength (Trait)]…[Super Defense (Trait)]…
[Bio-modification (Experience)]…[Poison Gas Manufacturing (Experience)]…
[Dark Energy * Control (Trait)]…[Dark Magic * Resurrection (Trait)]…
[Precise Throwing (Trait)]…[Bone Modification * Adamantium Alloy (Trait)]…[Tactical Combat Master (Trait)]…
On the other side, Mike, who had received four special traits, unexpectedly glanced at the "Red Hood" shrouded in a red robe.
This person's [Resurrection] magic, although not perfect, was definitely a divine skill.
Especially when this ability came into Mike's hands, with his Saint Light Power, he could almost "perfectly" resurrect the dead.
It could only be said that this support operation today finally gave Mike some surprises.
Subsequently, his gaze swept behind Kingpin.
Bullseye, who had precise throwing ability, should be hiding there.
"You two, we don't have any deep-seated hatred, we can perfectly coexist…" Kingpin, who thought he had hostages in hand, smiled and said, "This time, I'll give you face and let you take The Punisher and Daredevil away. But you also have to promise me that you won't cause any more trouble in Hells Kitchen after this."
His usual air of superiority seemed to have made Kingpin, this underground king, lose sight of his own standing.
"You or me?" Tony looked at Mike.
As a billionaire and genius scientist, Tony also didn't take Kingpin, this underground king, seriously.
As for the other party's "threats," he naturally didn't listen to a single word.
"If you want to play, then go ahead." Mike, seeing Tony eager to try, shrugged indifferently.
Anyway, with him watching, nothing would happen.
"Then I'm going." Tony, who hadn't had much of a dazzling performance along the way, cheered and controlled his battle armor to fly towards the executioner.
That is, the burly man with the mechanical arm.
"Mr. Mike, I'm going to help too." Then, Peter also shot out a web and rushed towards the Red Hood.
Instantly, the battle erupted.
It was just that very quickly, Tony encountered trouble. His opponent, the burly man with the mechanical arm, looked like a strength-type fighter, but was actually a poison expert.
The green smoke sprayed from his mechanical arm not only carried biochemical toxins but also a small amount of neurotoxins.
This posed a great challenge to the air circulation system of Tony's new battle armor.
On the other side, Spider-Man also gradually fell into a disadvantage when facing the Red Hood, who possessed strange dark magic power.
However, Peter didn't go into the battle initially. During the stalemate with Red Hood, he had already found an opportunity to drag The Punisher and Daredevil to a safe position using his webs.
He had completed his mission of saving people.
Of course, in terms of the overall situation, Red Hood's side still held the advantage.
This also allowed Kingpin, who was also watching the show from the side, to leisurely light a cigar for himself.
That demeanor truly befitted the underground king of Hells Kitchen.
His aura was perfectly controlled.
Looking at the other party's confident appearance, Mike shook his head speechlessly. Then he instantly condensed three magic whips and wrapped them around Kingpin, the executioner, and the Red Hood respectively.
Kingpin also seemed to be waiting for this opportunity. As he turned sideways and raised the alloy umbrella in his hand to block the magic, he also made way for Bullseye, the trump card hidden behind him.
Subsequently, Bullseye, whose position was exposed, fired dozens of silver foil poker cards at Mike with a hand speed of more than a dozen times per second.
Although each of these shining silver poker cards flew in a different arc, their destination was very unified: Mike's throat.
It was just a pity that Bullseye's charged attack seemed like child's play in Mike's eyes.
He just glared, and those silver poker cards returned to Bullseye at an even faster speed.
Silently cutting the opponent into a pile of minced meat.
As for Kingpin, the alloy umbrella in his hand failed to block the magic whip. After his weapon was shattered, his neck was choked by the magic whip.
Next to them, the unprepared Red Hood and the executioner were also firmly entangled by the magic whip.
Then, the executioner was sent to hell by Tony, who seized the opportunity, with a hand cannon.
At the same time, The Punisher, who had been unconscious, suddenly woke up, picked up the shotgun that had been thrown on the ground, and rushed to the restrained Kingpin.
He blasted the other party's head into watermelon juice.
The entire reversal process happened within a few seconds.
Kingpin, this heroic underground king, didn't even have time to beg for mercy before he died.
"Mr. Mike, something seems to be going on here…" Next to them, Peter was looking in horror at Red Hood, whose neck had been broken but was still alive.
It could only be said that dark abilities were indeed very powerful when it came to self-preservation.
Red Hood, whose head was almost separated from his body, was now emitting a large amount of dark red smoke, repairing the hidden injuries on his neck.
As the granulation tissue rolled, there were signs of resurrection.
"What on earth is this thing, it looks so disgusting…" Tony glanced at it, then disgustedly averted his gaze.
Everyone else's reactions were similar.
"Sure enough, anything associated with darkness is quite strong." Mike commented again, then condensed [Purification Power] and threw it onto the Red Hood.
With the sound of cold water entering hot oil, the dark red energy on the Red Hood's body slowly receded, eventually losing its reaction.