The sky was gray and overcast, making it seem as though a torrential downpour could fall at any moment, yet it was impossible to tell for sure, leaving people agonizing over whether to bring an umbrella.
Like a woman's moods—impossible to read. Who knew whether it would rain or not?
Hopefully, it would not rain, especially not heavily, because rain was something criminals loved. It could quickly wash away the traces of their crimes, Daredevil Matt Murdock thought as he wrapped up his daytime job and prepared to start his second shift.
As a blind man, he should have hated rainy days most of all—if not for the harsh training Stick had put him through since childhood, constantly unlocking his body's potential until he had developed a unique Bio-Radar that allowed him to perceive his surroundings to the greatest extent possible without using his eyes.
Whoosh! Daredevil deftly climbed through a window and carefully listened to the sounds beyond several walls, trying to determine whether this was one of Kingpin's criminal hideouts.
He heard a faint rustling, and an unusual scent drifted into his nose.
Daredevil sniffed carefully but could not identify it. Perhaps it was the smell of expired ketchup mixed with fresh honey? It was not unpleasant, yet a single whiff was enough to make one remember it forever.
So this was the place. He knew that a powerful new drug had recently become wildly popular. It could extend one's lifespan with almost no side effects, and every wealthy person was frantically pursuing it.
Naturally, with limited production and unlimited demand, the price of this drug had already been driven to astronomical heights on the black market.
Weyland Company priced it at one hundred thousand dollars per pill. Seven pills made up one course of treatment; one pill