Ghostline's van growled through the wet streets, steam curling from the grates like the city itself was holding its breath. I could still see the fire from the docks in my head—orange, violent, hungry.
"You said this was just his right hand," I said to Daredevil. "So where's the big man?"
Daredevil didn't hesitate. "Top floor of Fisk Tower. He won't be hiding. He'll be waiting."
Ghostline shot him a look in the rearview. "Going straight for Fisk is suicide. You don't walk into the lion's den unless you're ready to lose something on the way out."
"Good thing I got nothing to lose," I said.
No one argued after that.
The city peeled away into the gleaming heart of the financial district, where Fisk's tower stabbed into the clouds like a knife. At street level, the place was a fortress—private guards in black body armor, armored SUVs parked in tight formation, tinted glass watching like a thousand cold eyes.
Ghostline parked two blocks away. "You've got one shot. I'll run interference, scramble the cameras, and loop security chatter. But once you're inside…"
"We're ghosts," Daredevil said, slipping his baton into its holster.
We moved fast, cutting through side alleys until the tower loomed above us. My heart kicked hard. Somewhere up there, behind steel and glass, the man who'd been poisoning this city for years was sipping his expensive scotch, thinking he was untouchable.
Not tonight.
[Stealth activated]
We breached through the loading bay. Two guards—silent takedowns. Elevator to the penthouse—Ghostline's hack bought us thirty seconds before the lockout. By the time it dinged open, Daredevil's head tilted.
"He's not alone."
The penthouse stretched out in glass and marble, city lights spilling across polished floors.
Fisk stood near the far window, massive frame silhouetted against the skyline. His white suit was immaculate, but there was nothing clean about the look in his eyes.
Observe.[Target: Kingpin (Wilson Fisk) – Lv ??]HP: ?Notes: ?
"I was wondering when you'd come," Fisk said, voice deep and calm. "You've been… noisy."
I gulped, stepping forward. "We're here to shut you down for good."
His lips curled. "You think you can destroy me? I built this city's bones. I decide what breaks."
Daredevil moved first, baton snapping forward—fast, precise. Fisk caught it in one hand. The floor shook when he shoved him back.
And just like that, the room exploded into violence.
I moved in after. He closed the distance like a charging freight train, his fist grazing my shoulder and sending me skidding across the floor. Daredevil was already back in, striking high and low, forcing Fisk to pivot.
[HP: 300/330]
"You can't win," Fisk growled, swatting away a blow like it was nothing.
"Maybe not," Daredevil grunted, dodging another punch. "But we can make sure you lose."
I stepped in, fists up. "We can do this the easy way, Fisk. Come quietly."
His lip curled into a sneer. "You're not here for easy."
He charged. I dove aside, his massive fist plowing into the wall hard enough to crater it. I countered with a knee to his side, following with an elbow to the jaw—he grunted, but didn't slow down.
Daredevil was back on his feet, striking in a blur. Fisk grabbed him mid-spin, lifting him off the ground like a ragdoll and hurling him across the room. I moved to intercept, hooking Fisk's arm and trying to drive him into a chokehold, but it was like trying to wrestle a moving truck.
"Liam—don't hold back!" Daredevil coughed, pushing himself upright.
"I'm not killing him!" I snapped, ducking under another swing. My stomach clenched—not from the hit, but from the thought. We came here to stop Fisk, not to become him.
Fisk seized my hesitation like a weapon. His next punch caught me in the ribs, knocking the air from my lungs. I stumbled, vision sparking. He came in close, his voice low and venomous.
[HP: 225/330]
"You think you're different from me? You're standing in my home, ready to destroy everything I've built. That's not justice. That's ego."
I shoved him back, shaking off the words. "Justice doesn't look like you."
We traded blows—my strikes fast and sharp, his like falling steel beams. Every hit I landed seemed to slow him a fraction, but it was costing me too. My forearms ached from blocking. My legs felt heavy.
[HP: 66/330][Limit Break activated — HP 66 → 3300][Clockbreak activated]
I started hitting faster and faster, achieving eleven hits in a second, each striking harder than the last. By the time the six seconds ended, Kingpin looked bruised and beaten, but it wasn't the end.
[Brutal Momentum: +246 STR][STR temporarily: 291]
Daredevil limped up beside me, breathing hard. "You… weren't kidding about holding back."
I was shaking, adrenaline flooding my veins, my lungs screaming for air. "He's still… moving."
Sure enough, Fisk pushed himself up, blood running from his split lip, suit torn and stained. His grin was gone—his eyes burned with something darker.
"You think… this ends me?" he rasped, voice low but carrying. "I've crawled out of worse holes. You've only made me angry."
[Kingpin HP: ??? — Status: Enraged][Warning: Enemy STR doubled for 30 seconds]
The floor vibrated under his charge. Daredevil yelled, "Move!" but I was already bracing—because running wasn't going to cut it this time.
Time seemed to slow as a message appeared in front of me:
[liam you know what you need to do]
"But I can't. I'm a normal guy… or I was."
[you have to, liam—for everyone that has been or will be hurt by him]
[New Optional Quest: Eliminate Kingpin. Reward: 10 levels, shop unlock, skill ID Create]
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(now its time to choose should he kill kingpin or not)
(okay everyone sorry for not writing that much i have to go back to school soon and getting ready for it thank you all for waiting ill make te next chapter after i get some of you guys options)