"I can't believe you took care of Kingpin just like that," The Punisher said as he followed behind Schiller. "Still, those Italians really were his strongest rivals during his rise to power. Unless he wipes them out completely, Kingpin will never sleep easy."
"Too bad Jigsaw got away. Then again, that's fine. He'll die by my hand sooner or later..."
The Punisher walked up to the car and pulled open the door, only to see terrified eyes on a scar-covered face in the back seat.
Jigsaw had been tied up and gagged, tossed into the back seat of the car. He had been shot twice, once in the chest and once in the abdomen, but both wounds seemed to have been treated to stop the bleeding. His life was not in immediate danger, though he was clearly terrified.
Bruce leaned over from the passenger seat and waved the gun in his hand. "Thank you for the gun."
"What did you do?" The Punisher asked him. Schiller had already gotten into the driver's seat.
"Just like you said. Aim and pull the trigger."
The Punisher gave him a long, hard look.
"Let's go to my base," he said. "Your place is too small. You probably can't fit another living person in there. I still have some questions for him."
Schiller turned the car around and drove in the direction The Punisher indicated. Before long, they arrived at an underground bomb shelter. Once the car drove inside, they found the space remarkably spacious. Beyond the outer hall was a hemispherical chamber filled with workbenches and weapon racks.
"This is awesome," Bruce said as he looked around.
The Punisher grabbed Jigsaw and turned to them. "Take whatever you need. I'll probably be spending the whole night with this guy."
"Thank you for the