Frank charged at the support pillar like an enraged lion, his eyes bloodshot.
But he was too late.
Ssshhh-
A chilling hiss of acid eating through material came from inside the hidden compartment.
The coded ledger that documented Kingpin's vast drug-money network, enough to put the underworld emperor behind bars, dissolved into a foul-smelling pool of black liquid within seconds.
"Hahahaha! Too late! You're getting nothing!"
Roman looked at the ruined ledger and laughed maniacally. As long as it was gone, Kingpin wouldn't kill his entire family.
But he had apparently forgotten that the man standing before him was the Punisher.
Bang!
Frank drew a backup M1911 from beneath his tactical vest and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The large-caliber bullet blew off half of Roman's skull, splattering Peter beside him with red and white brain matter.
Roman's laughter cut off abruptly, and his corpse collapsed to the floor like a pile of sludge.
Dead silence filled the room.
Only the wind rushing through the ventilation duct and the hiss of acid eating through metal remained.
Peter Parker stood frozen, staring at the headless corpse on the floor. His stomach churned, and he nearly threw up.
He had only wanted to save someone! He had only wanted to be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!
Why... why had this man activated some self-destruct device? Why had this older guy with a skull on his chest killed him without hesitation?!
"I... what have I done..." Peter's voice began to tremble, his face deathly pale beneath his mask.
"What have you done?"
Frank turned around, fixing his bloodshot eyes on Peter.
His murderous intent was so intense it almost felt tangible. Peter's Spider-Sense screamed wildly, as though a thousand steel needles were stabbing the back of his head.
**"You stupid little brat, you're barely