Wilson Building, top floor.
Inside the vast private office.
Kingpin's massive, bulky frame was almost entirely hidden behind his desk. Across from him, four middle-aged figures with different expressions lounged lazily on the sofa. Apart from Alexandra, who had stayed behind at the Hand's headquarters on the island, Madame Gao, The Fixer, Sowanda, and Murakami had all come to New York.
"If the enemy you're talking about is that low-grade nobody with the telescoping baton, then forgive my frankness—he wasn't even worth my lifting a finger."
Madame Gao tapped the ash from her cigarette, took a deep drag, then exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Or has the underground emperor of America grown so weak that he can't even deal with a nobody like that?"
"HanHanHan..."
Kingpin's cold laugh was deep and resonant. He turned the computer on his desk toward the sofa. A video that looked like security footage was playing on the screen.
A hand smashed through the wall. Its fingers spread wide and seized the face of a gunman who was too terrified to react. The fingers tightened, and his round head burst like a watermelon.
The remaining men in the room raised their guns and fired into the hole in the wall, but the hand swiftly withdrew. Not one bullet hit its target.
As everyone poured fire into the hole, trying to vent their fear, someone kicked open the room's only wooden door. Daredevil rushed in with a rifle in each hand and sprayed the room, mowing everyone down.
Five hooded figures entered the room behind Daredevil. Judging by their builds, they appeared to be three men and two women.
One of the women looked straight at the camera recording the scene as soon as she entered. She casually fired a shot, and the image on the