After plummeting from high above, Kingpin's several-ton body became a burden of its own. As his increasingly immense gravitational potential energy sent him crashing into the ground, the bones and organs throughout his body were pulverized and torn apart by the impact. Even his exceptionally hard skull shattered, destroying the brain inside. With injuries this severe, no matter how strong Kingpin's healing ability was, he couldn't recover. It simply wasn't powerful enough to restore his brain the way Wolverine's could.
Feeling Kingpin's mental presence vanish completely, Dilos briefly let out a sigh of relief. At last, this generation's crime lord had fallen.
But Dilos didn't end his Spirit Snake Wild Dance state. He narrowed his eyes and looked up at a patch of night sky. According to reason, there should have been nothing in that area, about a hundred meters away, except clouds. But Dilos, with his exceptionally keen senses and the superpower of telepathy, could easily tell that someone was there.
"There's a faint engine sound, and these few mental signatures..." Dilos paused for only a moment before realizing whose mental signatures they were.
"Coulson's already here... Looks like S.H.I.E.L.D. has been keeping an eye on this area." Dilos sensed the faint waves of anxiety coming from the apparently empty patch of sky and couldn't help but laugh.
"Flying an invisible jet from that far away, and you're still scared?" A mischievous idea rose in his mind. Dilos looked toward Coulson and the others, his gaze turning utterly emotionless, sharp with a distinctly cold edge. At the same time, he began exerting mental pressure on them...
The scene shifted to the place Dilos was staring at, inside S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Quinjet.
"Sir, what do we do now?"
A young man who looked to be in his twenties wore a black combat