Investigation Progress

"Your heartbeat is quite young, not even 18 yet, kid," Daredevil suddenly chimed in.

Peter: Yes, sir!

What kind of monster is this, able to tell age from heartbeats?

This is seriously scary!

Daredevil reached out and tapped his eyes, explaining, "I lost some things, so I gained some things."

Peter was initially confused until he saw the lenses on Daredevil's mask. They looked like two pieces of glass, but in reality, they were completely sealed.

This meant the person inside couldn't actually see outside.

This was clearly not a normal person's design choice.

So... Daredevil was actually blind?

Of course, Peter wasn't prejudiced against blind people.

On the contrary, after learning of Daredevil's blindness, he felt a surge of respect.

It was already difficult for an able-bodied person to do what Daredevil did, let alone someone with a disability?

"Kid, what are you looking for me for? Do you also want to stop me like this guy?" The Punisher asked with a hint of hostility.

Daredevil also "looked" towards Peter.

Although Daredevil was blind, his other four senses—hearing, touch, taste, and smell—had been enhanced to an epic degree.

Afterward, he received training from Stick and perfectly mastered his current state, developing his human potential to the limit.

Even though he couldn't see, these abilities gave him superpowers akin to radar, allowing him to accurately estimate the trajectory of moving objects.

At the same time, he had evolved a radar sense.

This sense was even better than Spider-Man's Spider-Sense, and when developed to its peak, it could allow him to perceive any corner of Hell's Kitchen while sitting at home.

Peter quickly waved his hands.

He didn't want to get into a conflict with this sharp-tongued, violent killer.

He pointed at the energy cannon in The Punisher's hand and said, "Actually, I came for this."

The Punisher subconsciously looked down, frowning, "For this?"

"Mhm," Peter nodded and said, "Mr. Castle, where did you get this weapon?"

The Punisher squinted at Peter, and a dangerous aura began to emanate from him, "You want to buy this weapon?"

"No, no," Peter quickly shook his head. He felt that if he nodded, this guy would blast him and turn him into a charred little spider. "Actually, I've found these strange energy weapons in Queens too, and they're threatening the safety of the residents. I think someone is manufacturing them, so I'm investigating this matter."

Peter had originally wanted to say he was an intern Avenger, commissioned by Tony Stark to do this.

But he remembered that The Punisher's record included an application to join the Avengers that was rejected.

He decided against saying it.

What if this sharp-tongued violent man was petty and jealous of him?

After all, he was not only this handsome but also so capable.

Oh, is there anyone in the world as perfect as this little spider?

Who is he?

It's Peter Parker!

The Punisher had no idea Peter had suddenly drifted into a sea of narcissism.

Hearing Peter's explanation, his serious expression softened slightly. "I took these from members of the Irish Kitchen not long ago. Here..."

As he spoke, he kicked the corpse of Groot on the ground. "This guy was probably the last member of the Irish Kitchen. You're a step too late."

Peter: .

He regretted watching the show earlier.

He should have intervened, at least to get the clues first.

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now.

Daredevil suddenly spoke, "The Hellhounds also have similar weapons."

"Hellhounds?"

"You really think my patience is infinite?" The Punisher questioned Daredevil with anger.

Then, he charged towards the edge of the building.

Peter was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted.

Their actions indicated one thing: the members of the Hellhounds were nearby!

Peter rushed towards The Punisher, shooting webs to stick to the energy cannon in his hand, preventing him from reaching the trigger, and then pulled him back.

"Hey, at least wait until I'm done asking, okay?"

Although The Punisher was pulled back, he retorted stubbornly, "Punishing evil cannot brook delay; dawdling only leads to more trouble!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Peter pushed him against the chimney where Daredevil had been tied, and bound him with web fluid.

"Damn it, let me go!" The Punisher roared.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely let you go, and you can do whatever you want then," Peter said with a sly smile. "But only after I'm done asking questions."

"You damn brat!" The Punisher's expression was as if he wanted to eat Peter.

However, how could the ordinary person that was The Punisher possibly contend with Peter?

The gap in their physical conditioning left him with no ability to resist.

Peter ignored him and turned to Daredevil. "Mr. Daredevil, could I trouble you to keep an eye on him?"

Daredevil's lips curled. "Don't worry, this guy tied me up just now. Now the tables have turned~"

Peter got goosebumps. "Uh, this…"

Daredevil's super-senses detected Peter's emotional fluctuations, and he said somewhat speechlessly, "I'm not a pervert."

"You can 'sense' what I'm thinking too?" Peter was even more surprised.

"Sense? What kind of description is that?" Daredevil asked, confused. "I can indeed feel some emotional fluctuations – changes in heart rate, body temperature, breathing. When a person's emotions change, these all provide corresponding feedback. You'll understand when you're as blind as I am."

Peter waved his hands repeatedly. "Thanks, but I'd rather not be blind."

He could tell now that Daredevil was quite the optimist.

He didn't think being blind was something to be ashamed of, and he even used it to joke about himself.

Hmm, quite an interesting person.

Peter waved again and walked to the edge of the building before jumping off.

Daredevil pointed him in the direction. It was a derelict residential building below this one, the base of operations for the Hellhounds gang.

Peter infiltrated it silently. With his Spider-Sense, he could easily avoid all the thugs without alerting anyone.

Soon, he found several individuals who appeared to be leaders.

After some questioning, Peter obtained the information he wanted.

The arms manufacturer was indeed in New York, but not in Manhattan or Queens. It was in Brooklyn!

And the person selling them weapons wasn't Adrian Toomes, but someone who called himself "Scarecrow."

This guy wore a gauntlet that could emit shockwaves, capable of shattering human bones.