"A hundred million dollars in bearer bonds, plus two tons of a new, high-purity drug?"
Inside the Safehouse, Big Daddy Damon slid his gleaming katana back into its scabbard, a cold, bloodthirsty smile curling his lips.
"Does that idiot Damico really think taking Kingpin's seat means he can rule everything?"
"Big Daddy, have we got a big job tonight?!" Dressed in her purple Hit-Girl costume, Mindy was frantically stuffing fragmentation grenades into her Tactical Belt, her wide eyes brimming with excitement.
"Can I bring those two extended Glocks? I want to see how they feel when I land headshots!"
"Bring them, Pumpkin." Damon stroked his daughter's head, his gaze instantly turning ice-cold. "Tonight, we're going to show Damico who really rules New York after dark."
Elsewhere, in Hell's Kitchen.
Click, click.
Frank Castle pressed armor-piercing rounds into his M4A1 carbine's magazine one by one, his face expressionless. A stark white skull marked his chest, and his eyes were as cold as ancient ice.
"A hundred million dollars? Damico's got quite an appetite." Frank pulled the charging handle with a crisp metallic clack. "Tonight, nothing in Warehouse Thirteen walks out alive. Not even a cockroach."
Inside his law office, Matt Murdock stood by the window, his brow furrowed.
His Super Hearing clearly picked up the unrest sweeping through the city's underworld. Countless gangsters' hearts raced at the news, while the sounds of guns being loaded rang out one after another.
"It's too deliberate." Matt pulled on his dark red Daredevil cowl and twirled his white cane. "This doesn't sound like a deal. It sounds more like a carnival."
Staten Island, the Lezinski home.
"Whew-finally finished!"
Dave tossed his pen aside and slumped in his chair like a puddle of mud. Looking at the densely filled English test in front of him,