Night finally fell.
The dim streetlights illuminated the streets of Hell's Kitchen.
Unsurprisingly, the place reeked of a mixture of alcohol, garbage, and urine.
In this place, a Carnage quietly unfolded under the cover of night.
Inside an abandoned auto repair shop in the eastern part of Hell's Kitchen.
This is a major smuggling hub for the Russia mafia.
Dozens of burly gangsters were counting crates of weapons and contraband.
Suddenly, the roller shutter door made a loud bang and flew straight out!
Amidst the dissipation of smoke and dust.
Frank, wearing a black trench coat, walked in expressionlessly.
"Who goes there?! Kill him!"
The gang leader roared, and dozens of gang members immediately raised their guns and opened fire wildly towards the door.
Da da da da!!!
The dense barrage of bullets created a network of fire.
But Frank didn't even try to dodge.
Instead, he pressed a controller on his waist.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The backpack on his back opened instantly.
With a series of sharp whooshing sounds, thirty-two miniature missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, locked onto each person who fired a shot.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A series of explosions rang out inside the repair shop!
Flames shot into the sky!
Screams of agony rose and fell!
In a single exchange, dozens of gang members were blown to pieces and charred remains.
Even the surrounding bunkers were blown to smithereens.
The gang leader hid behind cover and narrowly escaped.
But seeing the corpses all over the ground, he was so terrified that his crotch was soaked, and he scrambled to escape through the back door.
Frank laughed heartily.
He then raised the armor-piercing rifle in his hand.
Thinking it was just a test, he didn't aim, but simply pulled the trigger at the cover.
"Puff!"
A blue electromagnetic beam pierced through the cover in an instant, precisely striking the gang leader's heart.
One shot, and he was dead.
Frank laughed heartily with satisfaction.
To be honest, Stark's weapons are really useful!!
He quickly lowered his gun, coldly surveyed the repair shop engulfed in flames, and pressed the communicator.
"Eastern outpost cleared. Time taken: 40 seconds."
And in the western section of Hell's Kitchen.
A battle without gunfire, yet equally devastating, is also unfolding.
Inside a large underground casino.
Hundreds of Kingpin's men are on high alert.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
Matt slowly walked in, leaning on his white cane.
"It's Daredevil! Fire!"
More than a hundred guns were raised at the same time.
But Matt was faster than them.
He raised his white cane and struck it heavily on the ground.
Thump!
A muffled thud followed.
Visible electrical fluctuations spread outwards instantly!
"Zzzzz!!!"
Fluctuations in electrical current swept across the entire casino.
"Ugh!"
Thump! Thump!
Upon contact with the electric current, these people only felt dizzy and experienced muscle spasms throughout their bodies.
Then, they all collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, completely incapacitated.
Throughout the entire process, not a drop of blood was shed, and no one was able to fire a single shot.
Matt stood in the middle of the crowd that had collapsed on the ground.
Seeing this incredible result deeply shocked him.
Over the past few years, I've fought my way to the death in this neighborhood, ending up covered in injuries, and all I could manage to subdue were a few street thugs.
And now, all he has is a cane provided by Stark Industries.
He could subdue hundreds of fully armed gangsters without taking any damage in seconds!!
"Is this... the power of technology?" Matt murmured to himself.
He began to doubt whether his past insistence and bloodshed were truly a laughable act of foolishness.
And in the very center of Hell's Kitchen.
Inside the Fisk Tower offices.
Cold sweat poured down Kingpin's forehead like a waterfall.
The reason was that one after another, the outposts lost contact on the monitoring screen in front of them, turning into a static screen.
"Boss! It's all over! Everything's ruined!"
The bald man's men scrambled into the office, their desperate words echoing through the room.
" The Punisher single-handedly took down the East District casino! Daredevil took down over a hundred of our brothers in a second at the West District casino!"
"Damn it! They're using high-tech weapons I've never seen before! Our firepower is like toys compared to them!"
Kingpin suddenly stood up, his face darkening.
"How is this possible?! The Stark brothers actually gave them weapons of that caliber?!"
Kingpin momentarily dazed.
He knew that the thing he least wanted to happen had already happened.
Just as he was about to order his remaining confidants to cover his retreat.
"BOOM!!!"
A deafening roar came from overhead.
The dome of the Fisk Tower suddenly shattered!
Debris rained down like hail.
Immediately afterwards, a tall and imposing figure descended from the sky amidst the raging wind and the darkness of night.
This is Luca Stark.
Behind him followed Frank and Matt, who had just finished their cleaning duties.
Good evening, Mr. Fisk.
Luca looked at Kingpin with a smile.
"I heard your place is the heart of New York's underworld. As a new neighbor, I came to drop by."
"Protect the boss!"
The dozen or so bodyguards in the office roared and simultaneously pulled the triggers at Luca.
Da da da da!
Flames spewed out, and bullets poured forth.
However, Luca merely snorted coldly.
Buzz!!
A pale blue force field erupted instantly, sweeping outwards like a tsunami!
The bullets flying in mid-air all froze in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, the force field continued its momentum, sweeping over the bodyguards in an instant.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
In the blink of an eye, the bodyguards were crushed to pieces by the terrifying gravity.
It turned into puddles of bloody, rotten flesh that were no longer recognizable as human, and was deeply embedded in the carpet.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the office red.
Then, there was silence.
A deathly silence.
Kingpin's eyes widened, his mind going completely blank.
Damn it! His men were killed in an instant!
Is this the difference between gods and mortals?!
But regardless, as an underground emperor, Kingpin launched a counterattack in desperation.
"Die, you monster!"
Kingpin and raised his cane.
The tip of the cane opened instantly, firing a high-intensity laser beam straight at Luca's heart!
This is a high-tech weapon he bought at a high price on the black market!!
"Laugh!"
The laser struck Luca precisely in the chest.
However.
The expected scenario did not occur.
The laser beam hit Luca, but it left no mark!
The battle suit hidden beneath the shirt instantly absorbed all the energy.
That's it?
Luca raised an eyebrow, his tone full of mockery.
"You call this a weapon? It's not even qualified to light my cigarette."
The next second.
Luca's figure vanished instantly.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Kingpin, and immediately grabbed the man's thick neck.
"Ugh..."
Kingpin's body, weighing several hundred pounds, was easily lifted into the air!
Kingpin's face instantly turned purplish-red, and his legs kicked wildly.
His force struck Luca's hand, but had absolutely no effect.
" Fisk, you're a smart man."
Luca ignored Kingpin's struggles and looked down at him coldly.
"So you should know that in this world, only power has the right to set the rules."
"I have no interest in the gangsters you're involved with in Hell's Kitchen."
"But I will not allow any force in New York to exist outside of Stark Industries ' control."
After saying that, Luca released his grip.
"Bang!"
Kingpin slammed heavily onto the floor, panting heavily.
My fighting skills and strength are completely useless!
The carefully cultivated underground empire was nothing but a joke in front of Luca.