Investigation Progress

"Your heartbeat is definitely very young. You're not even eighteen yet, are you, kid?" Daredevil suddenly chimed in.

Peter: ?(｀Д)ゞ

Why was there another monster here who could tell someone's age from their heartbeat?

That was fucking terrifying!

Daredevil raised a hand and tapped his eyes, explaining, "I lost some things, so I gained some things."

Peter had been a little confused at first, until he noticed the lenses on Daredevil's mask. They looked like a pair of eyeglass lenses, but they were completely sealed.

That meant the person inside could not actually see outside.

That clearly was not an outfit design a normal person would have.

So... Daredevil was actually blind?

Of course, it was not that Peter had any prejudice against blind people.

On the contrary, once he learned that Daredevil was blind, he felt a deep sense of respect.

It was already difficult enough for an ordinary able-bodied person to do all this, let alone someone with a physical disability.

"Kid, what did you come looking for me for? Are you planning to stop me too, just like this guy?" The Punisher asked in a somewhat hostile tone.

Daredevil also "looked" toward Peter.

Although Daredevil was blind, his other four senses—hearing, touch, taste, and smell—had all received epic-level enhancements.

Afterward, he had trained under Stick, perfectly mastering his current condition and pushing the human body's potential to its limits.

Though he could not see, those abilities had given him radar-like superpowers, allowing him to accurately calculate the trajectory of moving objects.

At the same time, he had developed radar senses.

They were even more powerful than Spider-Man's Spider-Sense. At their peak, they could allow him to sit quietly at home and sense every corner of Hell's Kitchen!

Peter hurriedly waved his hands.

He had no desire to clash with this sharp-tongued violent man who killed without batting an eye.

Pointing at the energy cannon in The Punisher's hand, he said, "Actually, I'm here because of that."

The Punisher instinctively lowered his head for a look, frowning. "For this?"

"Yeah, yeah." Peter nodded. "I wanted to ask, Mr. Castle, where did you get this weapon?"

The Punisher narrowed his eyes at Peter, and the air began to radiate danger. "You want to buy weapons like this?"

"No, no!" Peter hurriedly shook his head. He felt that if he so much as nodded, this guy would blast him with that cannon and turn him into a charred little spider. "Actually, I found these strange energy weapons in Queens too. They're threatening the residents' safety. I figured someone must be making them, so I'm investigating this."

Peter had originally wanted to say that he was an intern Avenger, carrying out this task at Tony Stark's request.

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

So he decided against saying it.

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

After all, it was one thing that he was so handsome, but he was also this capable.

Oh, how could there be such a perfect little spider in the world?

Who was he?

He was Peter Parker!

The Punisher had no idea that Peter had suddenly sunk into an ocean of narcissism.

After hearing Peter's explanation, the stern expression on his face eased slightly. "I took these from members of Irish Kitchen not long ago. There."

As he spoke, he kicked Grote's corpse on the ground. "This guy should have been Irish Kitchen's last member. You were one step too late."

Peter: ...

He regretted watching the show earlier.

He should have stepped in and stopped them. At the very least, he could have gotten the clue first.

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now.

Daredevil suddenly spoke up. "Hellhounds have similar weapons too."

"Hellhounds?"

"You really think my patience is limitless, don't you?" The Punisher demanded furiously of Daredevil.

Then he rushed toward the edge of the building.

Peter froze for a moment before quickly understanding.

Their reactions revealed one thing: the Hellhounds people were nearby!

Peter charged after The Punisher and shot out webbing, first sticking up the energy cannon in his hand so he could not reach the trigger, then yanking him back.

"Dude, can you at least wait until I'm done asking questions?"

Though The Punisher was dragged stumbling backward, he stubbornly retorted, "Punishing evil cannot wait. Dithering around will only create more complications!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Peter shoved him against the chimney where Daredevil had been tied and bound him with webbing.

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

"Relax, I'll definitely let you go. Then you can do whatever you want." Peter flashed a sly smile. "But that'll be after I finish asking my questions."

"You little bastard!" The Punisher looked like he wanted to eat Peter alive.

However, The Punisher was only an ordinary person. How could he possibly stand against Peter?

The gap in their physical abilities left him without the slightest ability to resist.

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

The corner of Daredevil's mouth lifted. "Don't worry. He tied me up just now, and now the tables have turned~"

Peter broke out in goosebumps. "Uh..."

Daredevil's super senses picked up on Peter's emotional shift, and he was a little speechless. "I'm not a pervert."

"You can even, like, sense what I'm thinking?" Peter was even more astonished.

"Sense it? What kind of description is that?" Daredevil asked in confusion. "I can indeed feel certain emotional fluctuations—changes in heart rate, body temperature, breathing. When a person's emotions change, all of those respond accordingly. You'll understand once you go blind like me."

Peter waved his hands repeatedly. "Thanks, but I don't want to go blind."

He could tell now that Daredevil was an optimist.

He did not consider being blind something too difficult to speak about. He could even use it to joke about himself.

Yeah, he was quite an interesting person.

Peter waved again, walked to the edge of the building, and jumped down.

Daredevil pointed him in the right direction. In an abandoned residential building below this one was the Hellhounds gang's base.

Peter silently infiltrated the building. With Spider-Sense, he could easily avoid every thug without alerting anyone.

Before long, he found several people who seemed to be leaders.

After questioning them, Peter obtained the information he wanted.

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

And the person selling them weapons was not Adrian Toomes, but someone who called himself "Shocker."

This man wore a gauntlet that could emit shockwaves, capable of crushing human bones directly.