While Yang Ming's hellish training was in full swing, elsewhere...
"Load your magazines and take the safeties off. Tonight, not even a breathing cockroach leaves this warehouse."
Frank Castle pulled back the charging handle of his M4A1 carbine. The sharp metallic clack sounded especially harsh in the night.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait! Mr. Frank, this isn't what we agreed on before coming here!" Hanging upside down from an abandoned water tower, Peter Parker lowered his voice, the white goggles on his mask widening instantly.
"We're here to destroy Kingpin's drugs and weapons, not massacre everyone! Those sword-wielding ninjas from the Hand tried to assassinate us last time, and we still managed to deal with them, didn't we? We should use the law..."
"The law?" Frank sneered, a flicker of viciousness crossing his ice-cold eyes.
"If the law worked, Kingpin would've been fried in the electric chair long ago. Pajama boy, if you don't have the guts, stay up there and spit your webs. Don't get in the way of my bullets."
"I'm not pajama boy. I have a code name. It's Spider-Man..." Peter muttered indignantly.
"Stop arguing."
Matt Murdock crouched at the edge of the rooftop, his ears twitching slightly beneath his dark red Daredevil cowl. His Super Hearing instantly pierced the night wind and the brick walls a hundred meters away.
"Twelve at the front entrance, equipped with compact submachine guns and body armor. Four at the back. Twenty-six heartbeats inside the warehouse. Five are extremely slow-probably professional killers. In the office on the left side of the second floor, I hear several cash-counting machines and smell the sharp, acidic odor of high-purity heroin."
Matt spoke rapidly, laying out the entire enemy position with perfect clarity.
"That fat pig Kingpin. We've busted three of his operations lately, and he