Hell's Kitchen.
The Defenders sprawled on the ground without a shred of dignity, gasping for breath. Every one of them was injured, and Misty Knight, the weakest among them, had even lost an entire arm.
Not far away, Alexei, Tombstone, Kingpin, and the other gang members had gathered together. They were in no better shape than Daredevil and his companions, sitting quietly on the ground and tending to their wounds.
At a time like this, even Frank had no desire to start a fight with them. For once, both sides could stay in the same place without coming to blows.
"An alien invasion... ha!"
Kingpin toyed with the short stump that remained of his cane, then suddenly gave a soft, rueful chuckle.
"Heh, aliens aren't all that impressive after all."
Alexei glanced at the alien corpses around them, then grimaced as he accidentally pulled at a wound.
Then he jerked his head toward the Defenders. "They're not even as much trouble as those guys."
"Exactly!"
The other gang members joined in the jeering.
"They just have better weapons. They can't take a beating like that big lug Luke!"
"And they're nowhere near as strong as Jessica!"
"When I was a kid, I thought aliens would be terrifying. Who knew they'd be this weak? Hahahahaha-"
Now that the crisis had passed, these gang members needed to let off all the stress that had built up.
"Lylla's nightclub tonight. Everyone, have yourselves a good time!"
Kingpin joined in the fun.
"Fuck, who knows how many girls are even left there? Those goddamn aliens!"
"Hahahahaha! That's generous of you, boss! Who cares about the girls? As long as there's booze!"
"Thanks, boss!"
"Hey, you stinking Scorpion! We tied at killing aliens. You dare take me on in a drinking contest tonight?"
"You think