Dock area, warehouse number 13.
This is the lifeblood of the Hand in New York; illicit goods are hauled in and out of here every night.
The containers were stacked high, and the warehouse was brightly lit.
Dozens of black-clad ninjas silently and nimbly carried the crates.
The side of the box clearly displays the blue and white Stark Industries logo.
Those were high-tech weapon components they obtained from the black market.
On the second-floor iron corridor, Madame Gao sat in a grand chair, holding a purple clay teacup in her hands.
The rising steam obscured her wrinkled old face, making it appear hazy.
The tea was a vibrant green, but it couldn't quell the restlessness in her heart.
The situation in Hell's Kitchen is out of control.
The moment that madman with Joker makeup appeared, he turned the once orderly underground world upside down.
With rules gone and the chain of interests broken, even the air smells chaotic.
The Hand loves darkness, loves order, loves to weave its web, and hides in the shadows waiting for its prey to run into it.
Instead of being forced to stand in the spotlight and dance tap dance with a mentally ill person, as I am now.
"Haven't you found that madman's hideout yet?"
Madame Gao took a sip of tea, her tone indifferent, but the ninja standing behind her felt a chill run down his spine.
"Madam, that madman wanders around aimlessly, without a fixed base, and even... even his own men don't know where he is."
The ninja paused, carefully choosing his words.
"Also, our intelligence network has been sabotaged. There's fake news everywhere; someone's spreading rumors that we kidnapped Luke Cage."
" Luke Cage?"
Madame Gao frowned, her wrinkled face showing disdain.
"That street thug who's all brawn and muscle? What would we need such a low-grade container for? To make him into a specimen and display it at the door to ward off evil spirits?"
She snorted coldly and slammed the teacup heavily onto the armrest.
"Ignore this underhanded trick. Hurry up with the loading; get this shipment out tonight. Once we have this Stark stuff, that madman..."
boom!
The glass skylight on the warehouse roof shattered, and shards of glass mixed with rainwater rained down.
A red figure fell from the sky and crashed heavily onto the container.
Daredevil slowly straightened up.
Rainwater streamed down the dark red helmet, forming droplets on his chin, dripping down in a steady, rhythmic patter.
Two balls of Will-o'-the-Wisp burned on the demon mask, staring intently at Madame Gao on the second floor.
"Hand them over."
Madame Gao was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing in anger.
It's you again.
She stood up, leaning on her dragon-headed cane, and looked down at the reckless intruder.
" Daredevil, have you caught that lunatic's brain too? The person you're looking for isn't here. I don't have time to play house with you."
Where is he?
"Kill him." She waved her hand dismissively, sat back down in her chair, picked up her teacup, and said, "Skin him alive and hang him on the flagpole at the dock."
A dozen or so ninjas in black drew their katana and surrounded Daredevil.
The battle has begun.
This time it wasn't the kind of probing as before.
Daredevil was completely unleashed.
A ninja leaped high into the air, his katana aimed straight at Daredevil's skull.
Daredevil neither dodged nor evaded; he simply raised his short stick in his left hand and steadily struck the side of the blade.
Sparks flew as the short stick in his right hand whistled through the air and slammed into the ninja's Adam's apple.
Click!
This time, he didn't hold back at all.
The two ninjas nearby panicked immediately, and with their swords, they flanked the enemy from both sides, completely blocking their escape route.
Daredevil ducked low, sliding along the ground to dodge the Blade while simultaneously wrapping his legs around a ninja's ankle.
Strangling, exerting force, twisting.
Click!
Before the scream could even escape his lips, Daredevil had already used the momentum to spring up and caught the katana falling from mid-air.
He swung the knife with his backhand.
Instead of beheading him, he drove the knife deep into the other ninja's foot, piercing through flesh and embedding it into the floor.
Blood was splattered all over the ground.
"A bunch of useless trash!"
Madame Gao's face darkened, and she slammed her cane against the railing.
"Want to die? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"
More ninjas emerged from the Shadow.
There were also several elites mixed in, dressed in dark red robes, their chain scythes dripping Venom.
Daredevil is in deep trouble.
But he didn't back down. Surrounded by a group of people, he still charged forward desperately, grabbing and beating them one by one.
Just when the two sides were deadlocked.
The deafening roar of engines could be heard outside the warehouse.
Thump!
The heavy warehouse door was smashed open by a modified dump truck, its front end covered with welded steel barbs.
The dump truck drove straight into the warehouse, crashing into a pile of containers before finally stopping, billowing black smoke.
A long line of motorcycles, pickup trucks, and a stolen school bus followed behind.
Hundreds and thousands of gangsters poured in.
These people are not from the same gang; they even have grudges against each other.
There were burly Russia men with bare chests and tattoos of double-headed eagles, black men wearing gold chains, and bikers in ripped leather jackets wielding baseball bats.
But this mob now had a surprisingly unified goal.
The leader, a one-eyed, burly man, stood atop a dump truck, brandishing a fire axe still covered in cement dust, and roared at the ninjas surrounding Daredevil:
"Brothers! These guys in pajamas are robbing us of our money! They're robbing us of our women! Now they're even trying to take our territory!"
"Kill them!"
The scene was completely chaotic.
The gang members roared and charged at the ninjas.
Their fighting was completely chaotic; they relied entirely on their numbers and the frenzy that had been stirred up by the crowd.
Molotov cocktails streaked through the air in fiery trails, crashing onto the containers and engulfing the weapons in flames.
"No!"
Madame Gao stared at the raging fire, her heart aching and trembling.
That's a shipment worth tens of millions of US dollars!
"Fire! Fire! Kill... kill all these lunatics!"
Madame Gao screamed.
The ninjas could only spare most of their manpower to deal with these thugs.
The scene was utterly absurd.
A ruthless and skilled ninja, the Hand elite, is surrounded and beaten by a group of thugs wielding plungers and rusty pipes.
A ninja could kill a thug with a single slash, but ten more would immediately pounce on him, biting his legs and gouging out his eyes with their fingers.
Daredevil stood in the very center of the battlefield.
All the noises around him rushed into his ears, leaving him completely bewildered.
The sounds of maniacal laughter, screams, and the crackling of flames filled the air.
The one-eyed, burly man straddled a ninja, the Batman Who Laughs wildly as he swung a fire axe down, splattering blood all over his face, but he looked on with obvious enjoyment.
"Hahahaha! See that? Ninjutsu? I call this the Chaotic Cloak Axe Technique!"
This is not what he wanted.
He just wanted to save people.
But now, this place has become hell.
"Get out of here, all of you!"
Daredevil roared, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the even more frenzied sounds of battle.
On this crazy night, no one would listen to a single reasonable word.