Three people remained on the rooftop. Wade bent down and picked up his gun, then looked sadly up at the night sky and slowly let out a breath.
He had heard of Daredevil these past few days. He was supposed to be a good man, and Wade truly had not intended to hurt him without being paid.
But fate was just that unpredictable. Sometimes, little things like bullets simply came looking for you.
Still, that was fine. It brought him one step closer to his money.
His gaze hardened as he raised his gun at the Punisher again. This time, he aimed both guns together, so he would not have to worry about pulling the wrong trigger.
"I'll give you the backpack with the money. Can you leave?"
The Punisher was starting to feel uncertain as well. He had Hawkeye's intel, which gave him a comprehensive advantage, but this blond man who had appeared from nowhere was just too strange.
The two people who had been forced to retreat had both seemingly been taken out by him accidentally—but had it really been accidental?
Could it have been planned all along, with him pretending to be an idiot to confuse him?
Was he an assassin hired by an enemy to deal with him?
The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Thinking carefully, this man had worn only underwear and a trench coat while sneaking around to trade with Drug Dealers, doing it right in front of him. From the very beginning, it had looked like a trap.
Was that bag of money even real? Could it merely be counterfeit cash used as bait?
And was the chaotic battle between multiple people also part of his scheme, intended to let him fish in troubled waters?
To confirm those