Before long, the two met up again at the door.
Their haul was even greater than they had expected.
Kingpin had ruled New York City's underworld for more than fifteen years. The shady businesses alone were not enough; many times, he also acted as a "white glove," laundering money for powerful figures, handling matters they could not conveniently appear for themselves, and even manipulating elections.
And cunning as a fox, Kingpin had secretly kept evidence whenever he did these things for them, in case they ever abandoned or double-crossed him.
All this evidence had been hidden by Kingpin in a safe inside his heavily fortified office.
In theory, if Kingpin himself had still been here, there would have been not only the office's defensive system, but also countless armed underlings.
Even if some force he could not resist truly came for him, he could take the private elevator in his office straight underground or up to the roof.
Underground was a blastproof vehicle with direct access to a dedicated subway line.
On the roof was a helicopter.
Kingpin had made his escape arrangements crystal clear.
But he had overlooked one thing.
Himself!
Everything depended on him being present.
Now, Peter and the others had captured him without any warning.
As a result, all his arrangements and backup plans had become complete nonsense.
Among these secret files, Peter and Spider-Gwen discovered something that sent a chill down their spines.
Over the years, Kingpin had committed crimes in the underworld and become New York City's crime boss. The reach of his forces had even extended across the entire east coast of the United States, and even into other countries.
Many of his actions had even been known to the police and the media.
Yet he had still been able to roam free,