c12: Kim Byung Changes His Mind and Is Shocked
Bullseye threw many throwing knives, but all were dodged by Daredevil, each blade missing by mere millimeters as if guided away by an invisible force.
This made him doubt his own life, something that had never happened even when facing elite assassins or enhanced opponents.
Could it be that his enemies weren't too strong, but that he had become weaker?
How could both enemies he attacked today dodge them, especially when his accuracy had once been described as absolute?
No, that demon Karl didn't dodge.
At a distance of two or three meters, the other party could even catch them, something even super-soldiers would struggle to replicate.
Moreover, he could shoot red lasers from his eyes, resembling the heat vision of DC's Superman or the optic blasts of Marvel's Cyclops.
He was simply a demon, at least in Bullseye's mind, something beyond human comprehension.
Just then, because he was being attacked, Daredevil couldn't continue shooting at the cargo, his attention completely diverted.
Thinking for a moment, he prepared to run away, calculating escape routes through the dock using his radar sense.
Not only was Kingpin very difficult to deal with, but there was also that guy throwing knives, whose relentless attacks left no room for error.
Although Daredevil had dodged all of the other party's knives, it actually wasn't easy for him, as each dodge required precise timing and total focus.
Bullseye's throwing knives were accurate and fast, cutting through the air with deadly intent.
Even for Daredevil, he had to concentrate intensely to dodge them, relying on his enhanced hearing and spatial awareness.
If Kingpin came over in a moment, he might not be a match, especially given Fisk's overwhelming strength.
Thus, Daredevil decisively ran into the distance, choosing survival over a futile stand.
However, at this moment, a shadow loomed over him, blocking even the faint ambient light of the dock.
Looking up, a giant like a small mountain had arrived in front of him before he knew it, moving with surprising speed despite his size.
"It's you again, Daredevil."
Kingpin's expression turned cold, his presence as oppressive as ever, and his massive fist slammed out with terrifying force.
Facing this powerful punch, Daredevil didn't take it head-on, knowing full well the consequences of such a mistake.
Instead, he raised his billy club—engineered with reinforced steel and grappling mechanisms—and pushed to the side, redirecting the force.
Originally, Daredevil had intended to run away, but now that Kingpin had joined the fight, even if he wanted to run, he would be dragged back by the other party.
He might as well fight Kingpin, as there was no longer a clean escape path.
Both of their combat skills were superb, with Daredevil's training under Stick clashing against Fisk's brutal street-honed fighting style.
However, it was clear that Daredevil was still at a disadvantage, especially in raw power.
Even with a weapon, he was still at a loss against the unarmed Kingpin, whose strength rivaled that of enhanced humans despite having no known superpowers.
Although the other party only landed a few punches on him, Kingpin's punching power could collapse walls, as seen in past encounters.
It was only because Daredevil's physical fitness was superior to ordinary people that he hadn't been beaten to death, his endurance barely holding.
"Bang!"
Kingpin punched Daredevil's billy club, the impact echoing through the dock like a gunshot.
Daredevil took advantage of the momentum and retreated backward, trying to create distance.
He intended to leave, seizing any opening he could find.
At this moment, two black shadows shot into Daredevil's leg, striking with precision.
Looking closely, they were two darts, embedded deep into muscle.
Bullseye.
He had observed before that Daredevil's right leg had been hit twice by Kingpin and seemed a bit unresponsive, his movements slightly delayed.
Seeing this, Kingpin stepped forward quickly, not giving Daredevil any chance to recover.
He arrived in front of Daredevil and grabbed Daredevil's injured right leg with one hand, his grip like iron.
Before Daredevil could resist, "Bang!"
A loud noise smashed Daredevil directly into the ground, the concrete cracking under the force.
Daredevil only felt pain all over his body, his senses momentarily overwhelmed.
He attacked Kingpin's arm with the billy club in his hand, striking repeatedly at pressure points.
But the other party still held his leg tightly, completely ignoring the blows.
His billy club was not an ordinary cane used by blind people, but a specially made weapon that he usually used as a billy club, capable of extending, grappling, and delivering powerful strikes.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
After several consecutive slams, Daredevil was dazed and confused, his radar sense flickering under the strain.
Kingpin's strength was too great, far beyond what a normal human should possess.
Daredevil not only felt severe pain all over his body, but even his consciousness was a bit unclear, teetering on the edge of blackout.
Seeing that the other party was no longer resisting, Kingpin stopped slamming him, his breathing steady and controlled.
Instead, he reached out with his other hand and pulled out a pistol, aiming with cold precision.
"Daredevil, you've been working against me, causing me quite a loss."
"Now, it's your time to die."
Daredevil trembled as he felt the gun pressed against his temple, the cold metal unmistakable even without sight.
He wanted to struggle, but his injuries were too severe, his body refusing to respond properly.
"Reckless, daring to destroy our plans all alone."
On the side, Bullseye, dissatisfied that Daredevil had dodged his throwing knives, sneered repeatedly, his frustration barely contained.
Kingpin chambered the pistol and pulled the trigger, ending the confrontation without hesitation.
It's over!
Daredevil closed his eyes in despair, accepting what seemed inevitable.
He hadn't expected that the smuggling news he accidentally obtained today would actually be the cause of his death, a bitter irony.
"Bang!"
The bullet fired, the sound echoing across the dock.
However, the next moment, the imagined pain did not come, and even the sound seemed to distort strangely.
Daredevil opened his eyes, confusion replacing despair.
He saw a man with black hair and black eyes who had suddenly appeared beside him, standing calmly as if he had been there all along, his presence carrying an inexplicable pressure that even Kingpin and Bullseye could feel.
This person had a faint smile on his face and was holding the muzzle of Kingpin's gun in his hand, his fingers gripping the barrel as if it were nothing more than a toy rather than a weapon that could end a life.
Daredevil did not recognize the person in front of him, his radar sense outlining the figure but unable to fully interpret the abnormal stillness surrounding him.
"Karl Smith?"
Kingpin was stunned, looking at Karl in disbelief, his pupils shrinking as instinct warned him of danger far beyond ordinary human limits.
"Yeah."
Karl nodded calmly, as if stopping a bullet and interfering in a life-or-death battle was nothing worth mentioning.
He didn't expect to run into such a scene, especially one involving both Daredevil and Kingpin at the same time.
Glancing at Daredevil, Karl's expression was a bit strange, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
Because the girlfriend he dated in college, who was also one of his current girlfriends, was none other than Elektra Natchios, the deadly assassin closely tied to Daredevil in both Marvel's comic canon and their long, complicated history.
This girl not only had a hot body but also a wild personality, trained by the Chaste and later associated with the Hand, making her far from an ordinary woman.
Hmm...
So seeing Daredevil felt a bit... complicated, as if two entirely different worlds had suddenly collided in front of him.
Kingpin looked at Karl coldly, suppressing the unease in his heart. "Karl, you actually dare to stop me?"
"Don't think I dare not touch you!"
"Is that so?"
Looking at Kingpin, Karl showed a trace of a smile, completely unbothered by the threat.
He came here today because of the Bar, intending only to settle the matter of ownership and interference.
Since this person wanted to acquire his Bar, they would have to have a good talk, though clearly the situation had escalated beyond a simple negotiation.
"Go to hell!"
Kingpin roared, trying to pull back the gun that Karl was holding, putting all his strength into the motion.
However, at this moment he realized that he couldn't pull it out, as if the gun had been welded in place.
?? How is that possible?
His physique was several times larger than the other party's, built like a fortress of muscle.
His strength went without saying, capable of overpowering even enhanced fighters through sheer force.
Even Daredevil's strength was not as good as his, something proven time and time again in their encounters.
How could Karl, an ordinary person, possibly do this?
"Demon!"
At this moment, Bullseye also saw Karl clearly, his expression instantly turning into one of fear rather than arrogance.
He exclaimed and actually turned around and ran, abandoning the fight without hesitation, something completely out of character for a man who never backed down.
"Right, there's you too."
Karl turned his head to look at Bullseye, his movements unhurried yet inevitable.
In his eyes, red light began to gather, glowing with an intensity reminiscent of Kryptonian heat vision, like Superman's power in DC comics.
Two beams of red light shot out instantly and landed directly on the other party.
In just an instant, Bullseye's figure was completely erased, his body disintegrating at the molecular level.
Not even a speck of residue was left, as if he had never existed in the first place.
Kingpin and Daredevil were stunned upon seeing this, both momentarily forgetting their own injuries and conflict.
What had they just seen?
This person had shot lasers from his eyes and killed someone, and not just anyone, but Bullseye, one of the deadliest assassins in Marvel.
Although both of them had very powerful combat capabilities—Daredevil's radar sense could observe within a few kilometers, which counted as a kind of superhuman perception—they still couldn't help but be shocked upon sensing Karl's Heat Vision.
Kingpin regained his senses and noticed that Karl seemed to be holding something small in his hand.
He focused his gaze and realized it was a bullet, slightly deformed from being stopped mid-flight.
He looked at Karl in disbelief, "You..."
Think about it.
He had just fired the gun.
Where was the bullet?
No one was injured?
Could it be that this person had blocked it, catching it effortlessly like someone plucking a coin from the air?
Originally, Kingpin was very confident in his combat power, believing that strength and control ruled everything.
But no matter how confident he was, he was just an ordinary human at the end of the day, albeit one at the peak of physical conditioning.
Previously, Bullseye had told him that Karl was very fast and could shoot lasers from his eyes.
Kingpin had completely taken it as a joke, dismissing it as exaggeration born from failure.
He had thought to himself, that kid, he could beat him to death with one punch, just like any other arrogant upstart.
As a result, now seeing Karl use Heat Vision to kill Bullseye and catch a bullet with his hand, he didn't dare to fight him at all, his instincts screaming at him to retreat.
Karl looked at Kingpin's appearance and suddenly smiled, amused by the drastic shift in attitude.
Originally he had intended to deal with the other party, eliminating a potential threat outright.
But now, seeing Kingpin so sensible and having no intention of fighting, Karl changed his mind, deciding to take a different approach.
He looked at Kingpin, "I heard you want to acquire my Bar?"
"Uh..."
Kingpin broke out in a cold sweat, something that rarely happened even in life-threatening situations. "That was the plan."
He was a bit unsure how to face Karl, as none of his usual methods applied anymore.
"You have a lot of money?"
"Yeah, I have some," Kingpin replied cautiously, choosing his words carefully.
"I'm also quite rich, you know?"
Kingpin didn't know what Karl meant by this, but he could only answer honestly, "I know."
After all, Karl's connections to companies like Stark Industries already proved his financial standing.
"I recently lost 10 billion dollars from my bank account."
Karl's smile deepened, his tone calm but carrying undeniable pressure. "I think you can help me find it back, what do you say?"
Kingpin was stunned, looking at Karl in disbelief, his mind racing through possibilities.
"10 billion?"
This was blatant extortion, something even he would hesitate to demand so directly.
And this was too much money, an amount large enough to shake entire financial networks and attract attention from forces far beyond the underworld.
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