The United Company.
Orlov walked out of the office with one hand on his hip and a stack of documents in the other.
"Don't move!"
A United Company security guard shouted a warning, stun gun in hand.
When Orlov ignored him, he moved to fire.
The next second, his throat was crushed.
His eyes widened as he stared at the Asian man whose punch had ended his life.
Danny withdrew his right hand without expression, pressed a hand against the guard's head, and shoved him aside.
Inside the United Company, Orlov's bodyguards were like Godslayers descended upon the world.
"That's enough."
None of the guards sprawled across the floor could move. At Orlov's voice, his bodyguards stopped.
Orlov said irritably, "On to the next place. That bastard has a vault in Hell's Kitchen. I remember Red Lion Bank belongs to him too."
Once his temper flared, Orlov wasted no time and went straight for the headquarters.
If Fisk had chosen to go to his company instead of the hotel, Orlov would have already strung him up on the building.
Kingpin's businesses were swiftly ravaged.
His men were slaughtered, and the scale of the carnage mobilized police stations across New York.
The FBI arrived at a smuggling den, where the horrifying scene made even Agent Ray's stomach churn.
Dax put on his FBI gear and swaggered inside.
The shipping containers were piled with corpses.
Ray said gravely, "We've got our work cut out for us."
Dax nodded, though inwardly he thought little of it.
"These people worked for Wilson Fisk." Dax took out a file. "I just received an anonymous tip containing evidence of Wilson Fisk's illegal activities."
Ray took it. When he saw the ledgers inside, he could no longer hide his shock.
Human trafficking, smuggling contraband, money laundering...
Anything