Hell's Kitchen was exceptionally lively tonight.
Kingpin's most trusted core gang member, the short but muscular Walker, had disappeared.
Last night, Walker had been sent by Kingpin to find Ivan and force him to jump off the Statue of Liberty, using the threat to draw out Batman, but Walker had yet to return.
Ivan, who was supposed to jump off the Statue of Liberty tonight, was also nowhere to be found.
"Felicia, Shulman, Lester, Mike. Besides Walker, you four are the people I trust most right now."
"Turn all of Manhattan upside down if you have to, but find Walker for me. You can kill him if necessary."
Kingpin, dressed in a white suit, his sturdy frame like a low wall, said this while leaning on his cane.
In front of him, all three besides Black Cat were wearing black suits, and their expressions varied.
Shulman looked troubled, his gaze lingering on Kingpin's cane for two seconds.
"Boss, Black Cat and Bullseye should be able to handle this. I have neither muscle nor fighting skills. All I can do is make some tools."
The cane Kingpin often carried, almost never leaving his hand, had been made by Shulman.
Although he hadn't even graduated from high school, Shulman, relying on various self-taught knowledge and books, had become an expert in lock-picking and safe-cracking, his reputation in New York's underworld second only to the master thief "the Cat Burglar."
After the Cat Burglar refused a theft job from Kingpin, the Cat Burglar was killed, and Shulman, with his thieving and lock-picking skills, as well as his ability to invent various tools, became one of Kingpin's most trusted men.
Kingpin was not surprised by Shulman's refusal.
"You don't need to do it yourself. After the others find Walker, you'll be responsible for moving Walker to a safe place."
"Mike, you were once a private detective. Investigating clues is your specialty, so finding Walker will primarily be your responsibility."
Mike, full name MacDonald "Mike" Gargan, had a scorpion tattoo on his neck, earning him the nickname "Scorpion."
Unlike Shulman's somewhat placid face, Mike's sparse eyebrows and hooked nose made him look exceptionally fierce.
Hearing Kingpin's arrangements, Mike nodded without hesitation.
"Felicia, Lester... you are responsible for clearing all obstacles. I can accept any cost as long as Walker is found," Kingpin instructed again.
Black Cat Felicia smiled sweetly, her gaze sweeping over her partners who also worked for Kingpin.
The death of her father, the Cat Burglar, was connected to all of these people.
Shulman had convinced Kingpin with the reason that "the Cat Burglar's existence would hinder the gang's development," Scorpion Mike had found the Cat Burglar in an alley based on subtle clues, and Bullseye Lester had then killed him.
"Don't worry, Kingpin." Black Cat's face showed no emotion other than a smile. "We will find Walker and bring him to you."
And so, as Kingpin's orders were issued layer by layer, Hell's Kitchen stirred like boiling water, with the occasional sound of doors being broken down, glass shattering, and the piercing screams of sleeping people.
Dead or alive, Kingpin's gang members frantically stormed into every home, searching for Walker's whereabouts, and the Manhattan Police Department had no choice but to drive out and pursue these frenzied gang members.
Suddenly, police sirens blared throughout Hell's Kitchen, accompanied by the roar of car engines, the crash of vehicles, and the screech of tires.
Besides the members tasked with finding Walker, dozens of cars crisscrossed every street in Hell's Kitchen, ready to assist Walker and divert the police elsewhere.
Boom!
A police car, driving to an intersection, was struck by a suddenly accelerating truck and sent flying, flipping several times in the air before crashing to the ground.
"Listen to the sounds outside. How many families will be sleepless tonight because of your vigilantism?"
"Go play your role-playing games with those homeless people. As long as you don't release me, Hell's Kitchen will never have peace."
In the underground parking lot of a building at the street intersection, the missing Walker, bruised and swollen, sat on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, speaking.
Listening to the sound of the police car being heavily crashed outside, Walker's face showed a hint of a smile. He looked at Daredevil, dressed in his dark red battle suit, and grinned.
"Kingpin won't rest until I'm found. I know too many of his secrets. His men will find their way here eventually..."
As his words fell, with a crash!
The parking garage's rolling door, lowered by Daredevil, was smashed open, and a pickup truck roared in.
Daredevil ignored Walker, took out his billy clubs, and clicked them together to form a long staff.
"It's useless, they've found this place! You can't hide!" Walker screamed at the top of his lungs. "You have nowhere to run, tight-suit!"
Bang!
Daredevil's long staff struck Walker's head, knocking him unconscious. Daredevil then hid Walker under a parked car nearby, and hid himself as well.
Last night, the moment Daredevil heard Ivan mention "Wilson Fisk," he understood Walker's background.
Fearing that Kingpin would bail Walker out if he was sent to the police station, Daredevil chose to take matters into his own hands, tying up Walker and interrogating him for Kingpin's hiding place.
But Daredevil hadn't expected Kingpin's reaction to be so extreme, causing the entire Hell's Kitchen to suffer just to find Walker.
However, this also indicated that Walker's position in Kingpin's gang was even higher than Daredevil had imagined; capturing him was equivalent to possessing a large portion of Kingpin's criminal evidence.
Whoosh!
The pickup truck sped into the underground parking lot, its headlights constantly sweeping the area, slowly searching for Walker's traces.
"Mike, are you sure Walker is hidden here? Don't waste my time."
Inside the pickup truck, Bullseye said to Scorpion with some impatience.
"Please trust the nose of a former private detective, Bullseye," Scorpion said confidently, driving the pickup truck. "Every waking moment I'm collecting all sorts of intelligence. Otherwise, why do you think I'm Kingpin's intelligence officer, and you're just a pathetic thug?"
"I am Kingpin's chief assassin, Scorpion." Bullseye extended one hand out the car window, a playing card flicking from his fingertips.
The card spun through the air and slapped against a concrete support pillar.
"Found him." As the vehicle drove deeper into the parking lot, with a screech, Scorpion stopped the pickup truck, its headlights shining directly on Daredevil's hiding spot. "You deal with Daredevil, I'll take Walker."
Bullseye chuckled, having held back for a long time, finally getting a chance to fight someone.
Jumping out of the car, Bullseye plunged his hands into his pockets, and when he pulled them out, his fingertips were already gripping seven or eight playing cards, which he threw at Daredevil's hiding spot without delay.
With his whereabouts discovered, Daredevil had nowhere to hide, and he engaged Bullseye with his long staff.
Scorpion, taking advantage of Bullseye confronting Daredevil, followed the tracks and found the bruised and swollen Walker under a car. He tossed him into the truck and roared the engine, heading for the underground parking lot exit.
"I've found Walker, everyone cover me..."
As the pickup truck burst out of the underground parking lot, Scorpion picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted.
But before he could finish his sentence, he saw a muscle car, its engine roaring like a beast, charging madly from the end of the street. All vehicles attempting to block it were smashed aside, and its speed not only didn't decrease but accelerated further.
Vaguely, Scorpion made out the front of the heavily modified car, almost unrecognizable from its original form: a massive bat symbol combined with a sharp front plow, making it look as terrifying as a demon's face.
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