Freebie Punisher

From their descriptions, Peter had a rough idea of this arms dealer named "Scarecrow."

He was a bald white man, around forty years old, who sometimes wore a black beanie and had a full beard. The gauntlet that could emit shockwaves was on his right hand, and his face always wore a defiant expression.

According to the gangsters, he was a bit of a jerk.

If they hadn't needed the weapons he sold, they would have beaten him up a few times to vent their frustration.

Besides that, Scarecrow had a companion, but that person was generally only responsible for driving.

Peter guessed he was probably one of Scarecrow's employees?

Well, he had to admit, this fit Peter's mental image of how bad guys should be designed.

A tough guy with a mysterious driver – wow, that really set the mood.

However, there were probably thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people in New York with similar appearances and attire.

Only the high-tech gauntlet that could emit shockwaves was somewhat distinctive.

But unless someone was completely brain-dead, who would flaunt such a thing in public?

Coincidentally, there really were brain-dead people.

According to reliable sources, these guys from Hellhounds had a transaction with him tonight at eleven o'clock.

And according to past practice, Scarecrow would definitely come in person.

Peter wasn't entirely sure if what these guys were saying was true.

However, it was better to be safe than sorry.

So, after webbing up all of them, he returned to the rooftop.

He noticed The Punisher's expression wasn't good. Clearly, during the time he had been gone, he had suffered some "torment" from Daredevil.

— It should have been verbal. After all, Daredevil didn't seem like the type to resort to violence casually.

But sometimes, for some people, verbal or mental torment was far more agonizing than physical torment.

If The Punisher still had his gun, Peter believed he would have shot Daredevil by now.

"Did you get what you wanted?" Daredevil, though blind, could still perceive everything around him. Peter was discovered the moment he got on the roof.

Before Peter could speak, The Punisher shouted angrily, "Kid, I'm not holding you responsible for tying me up, but you have to let me go now! I'm going to beat this guy up!"

Peter scratched his head and stood still.

The Punisher's face immediately darkened. "You're going back on your word? You want to cross me completely? Then you'd better kill me, or you'll face my revenge!"

Peter felt a bit awkward and looked away.

Inside his mind, two little spiders were fighting.

One had devil wings attached, and the other had angel wings.

—

The little angel spider said, "You said you'd let this guy go after you finished questioning him. Do you want to be a person who doesn't keep their word?"

The little devil spider said, "If we let him go, given his personality, he'll definitely go kill those gangsters. Then the lead will be lost, and how will I catch Scarecrow?"

The little angel spider: "Why don't we talk to him nicely? He'll understand."

The little devil spider: "No, he's stubborn, a violent person, and sharp-tongued. He even called me a snot-nosed kid who's always helping old ladies cross the street!"

The little angel spider: "How about this? Let him go first, and then capture him again. This way, we'll fulfill our promise and can have another round of 'trading'."

The little devil spider: "Good idea. Let's do that."

Peter: What good idea? This is clearly a terrible idea! —

"Your emotions have fluctuated several times, which means you're conflicted. Tell me, what happened?" Daredevil said.

This guy's abilities were truly overpowered.

Even though he couldn't see, he could actually "see" more than others.

Peter told him all the information he had gathered.

However, The Punisher was the first to object.

"What? You want to let them leave here to conduct their arms deal? No! This is a rare opportunity to catch them all! If we miss today, they'll scatter again and harm more people!" The Punisher said angrily.

Peter tried to persuade him, "But those weapons are the source. If we don't catch the source, there are Hellhounds now, but there will be Hellhands, Hellheads, Helltails, and so on in the future. Only by dealing with the source can the problem be completely solved!"

The Punisher retorted, "Solving the source doesn't necessarily mean letting these people go as bait. We can find clues at their base! What if they're just deceiving you, and it's a delaying tactic?"

"Uh..." Peter was momentarily stumped. He hadn't considered that.

At this moment, Daredevil said, "I can help you with something."

Peter turned to look at him.

Daredevil flicked the metal baton in his hand, and it immediately retracted, becoming a short section.

Then, he walked to the edge of the rooftop and jumped down.

Peter was startled.

Who are you, jumping down like that? This is the sixth floor!

He quickly ran to the edge, only to see Daredevil open the batons in his hands mid-air, tapping the walls around his body a few times, precisely finding his landing spots.

After a few leaps, he entered the residential building.

After a while, he came out again, and with a few more leaps, he returned to the rooftop.

His agility made him look nothing like a blind person!

Even the top parkour athletes would probably be just like this!

"I've confirmed it for you, it's not a lie," Daredevil said calmly, his face not even flushed and his breathing steady.

This left The Punisher speechless.

Although he and Daredevil didn't get along, he deeply understood how formidable Daredevil was.

He was like a human lie detector.

Unless a person had undergone extremely rigorous training and could control their heart rate, breathing, and all other vital signs to remain constant while lying, they would have nowhere to hide.

But if someone could reach that level, they would definitely be among the elite of the elite, having undergone multiple and long-term brainwashing.

These gangsters clearly didn't fall into that category.

Peter grinned widely, "Um, Mr. Castle, so..."

"Let me go," The Punisher said expressionlessly.

Peter didn't move.

The Punisher said angrily, "Don't worry, since this guy said so, I'll reluctantly take a step back. I'll go with you, and when that guy called Scarecrow shows up, I'll take care of them all! He's not exactly good stuff anyway!"

Peter: ...Although this guy still sounded full of violence and bloodlust, did this count as inexplicably getting a freebie in terms of combat power?

Mr. Stark wouldn't dock my combat merits for this, would he?

Peter's mind was racing with thoughts, but his hands were already practically untying The Punisher.