Jones accepted the battle suit, while Spade refused. War Machine figured the braided vigilante to be insane for not having a battle suit in order to combat the impending threat.

"I don't need some fancy gear to take care of business," Spade said. "But I do have some stuff that'll put your suits to shame."

Rhodes rolled his eyes.

"Can't wait to see this."

Spade pulled a phone out of his trenchcoat.

"Ty...gonna need some of that shit you say you got from the Afghans."

"D, I'm already on it," replied Spade's weaponsmith Tyrone.

About 40 minutes later, a black van pulled up where Jones, Rhodes, Castle, and Spade were waiting. A black man with a cleanly shaved head wearing shades, about in his mid-to-late 20s, stepped out.

"This is Ty, my ears and eyes in the field."

"Okay, Dami, go open your Christmas gifts."

Ty tossed Spade the keys to the van as the vigilante went to the back and opened it up. In the van was some heavy duty firepower and some good gear. Spade looked over at a pair of gauntlets.

"Those are pretty sweet. When you close your fists, they fire energy blasts. When you open your hands, they fire nine millimeter rounds in rapid-fire succession."

Spade nodded. He walked over to a pair of revolvers, each one different but chambered with .600 Nitro Express rounds. The world's most powerful handgun.

"I'll take these, the gauntlets, any pair of sawed-offs, and of course...wait, you did bring that, didn't you?"

"You know I'd never let you down..."

And with that, Tyrone stepped into the van and uncovered what looked like a five-barreled shotgun.

"It's awesome. It takes twenty and twelve gauge rounds. Fires automatically and can hold up to 400 rounds."

"Fuckin' A! You've done it again, Ty!"

Spade picked the weapon up. It was pretty light for its size.

"Oh, and Dami- might I suggest you take this, too?"

Tyrone pointed over to what was a skintight suit.

"Pure adamantium. Lightweight. Allows mobility and can stand up to armor-piercing rounds."

"All right, all right. How much?"

"It's on the house."

Once prepared, Spade and the others stood at least a mile from the church. Streets were closed off and places of employment shut down early thanks to some favors called in by Castle.

Spade: "Let's do this."

And with that, the other three took to this air thanks to their boot jets. Spade preferred the ground. He counted down.

5...4...3...

And then he heard the explosions and the gunfire.

Showtime!

The Snypa ran toward the action, leaping from building to building. And that's when he came down, gauntlets ready. He opened his hands, firing the exploding .9mm rounds.

Carnage domininated the nights as screams could be heard.

Hired guns being reduced to nothing thanks to the vigilantes.

It was time for Lady Justice to prevail in New York once again.

It was time for to give the streets back to the people of New York.

It was time for the people of New York to have hope again.

And the Punisher, the Sentencer, and the Snypa would make sure of it.

Jones touched down through a window of the church after taking out some gunners. He was met by the Gnucci brothers, both holding AK-103s.

"You're gonna die, Sentencer!" yelled Eddie Gnucci, firing a burst from the AK.

It did nothing to Jones' armor. Jones responded with a .50 cal round to the dome, making Eddie's head pull a Houdini. Bobby wasn't so happy.

"You killed my fuckin' brother, asshole!"

Bobby pulled a grenade out, throwing it at the steadily advancing Sentencer, who took a knee and formed an energy shield. The frag exploded, but to no effect on Luther Jones, who got up and lined a shot at the retreating Gnucci with a burst of .50 cal fire that left the thug in a mess of blood and powdered cartilage and bone.

The Enforcers had just been finished off by the Punisher, their heads the only remains of their bodies. He ran through a pile of henchmen using the shoulder cannons as he advanced.

Meanwhile...

The women and the others left behind were gonna finish Jigsaw's former operations....in teams of two.

First up:

Rose and Moon Knight were taking apart a heroin lab at a slaughterhouse, bringing down a lot of thugs in the process.

Rose smiled as she slit the throat of three punks, picking up a shotgun in the process.

"I swear that I hate guns, but..."

She cocked and fired, sending back a fourth killer into a giant grinder.

Marc Spector fired his crescent projectiles from his gauntlets at the small fry as he advanced toward the Taskmaster.

Moon Knight: "Come on, you fucking poser, let's see what you've got."

Moon Knight drew his adamantium staff as Taskmaster pulled a pair of Colt .45s out. Spector jumped into the air, avoiding the gunfire.

Taskmaster knew he had the 100% accuracy of Bullseye, so he put it to use but could not succeed at it as Moon Knight continue to swerve in mid-air out of Taskmaster's line of fire.

Taskmaster: "Motherfuckin' son of a--"

Taskmaster couldn't finish his sentence due to the adamantium staff of Moon Knight being hurled at his head, which he managed to avoid. Or did he?

Not necessarily. It smashed him right in the back of the head when Spector pulled a cable attached to it, allowing him to set up the finish: a devastating spiked uppercut right below the chin that decapitated the Taskmaster.

Rose smiled as she saw Moon Knight finish his opponent, but her smile changed when something grazed her face. She growled at the woman whose hair was just as red as her.

Bloody/Typhoid Mary.

Rose: "Bitch, I'm gonna kill you."

Typhoid: "Well, don't just stand there."

Rose charged headstrong toward the telekinetic, who with her mind raised up an array of small blades and hurled them toward her. Rose dove and slid belly-down and between Mary's legs. She hurled her own daggers toward Mary's back, but out of nowhere they were caught on fire.

"Goddamn it. How do it fight a pyrokinetic?"

Mary turned around as Rose got up.

"You don't. But how about you and I fight hand-to-hand?"

Rose nodded as she revealed her butterfly swords, a pair of weapons she hadn't used in a while.

Any other time, the Black Rose would be up for a very interesting fight. But she didn't want to waste time. She had a mission to accomplish.

And so, as Mary advanced with her own katana- Rose was out of sight. But then she felt something touch her back.

"Got you."

Mary felt her back and her eyes widened with horror. Rose managed to get close enough to stick a C4 charge on her back.

Moon Knight: "Let's get out of here, Rose!"

The two ran through a corridor, Rose holding onto Spector as he took to the air as the explosion took out Typhoid Mary and everything around her.

The Docks: Cruise Ship

Deadpool and Tarantula were watching the smoldering remains of a cruise ship sink. The ship was a cover to import weapons and other contraband. And in mere moments, their use of LAW rockets demolished it.

Warehouse/Armory:

Black Widow and Americop stood over remains of various enemies before planting C4 charges in various spots of the warehouse and hauling ass before it exploded.

Nice.

Rolling Gunfight- Drug Delivery Truck:

Elektra, Night Thrasher, and Carmilla watched an 18-wheeler flip over and explode after Thrasher fired a USAS-12 round into three of the tires and Elektra hit the driver with a shuriken to the brain.

Carmilla finished the job by giving his passenger armed with an HK-UMP a dose of venom through the neck and jumped back on the roof of the van.

Queens:

Gora and Domino smiled after successfully working out their anger issues on some Maracellis.

Back to the church:

War Machine gave cover fire for Spade and Jones, who met up on the second story of the cathedral.

The two warriors nodded to one another as they split up while being shot at.

Spade fired a burst of shotgun shells from five barrels at oncoming thugs, literally disassembling their bodies. The Sentencer tried not to look impressed.

He failed.

Spade continued, leading the way as Jones gave cover fire from the shoulder rockets, bringing down the ceiling on the hired muscle. However, this brought down the Trapster and Madame Masque.

The Trapster fired his projectile glue that was avoided by both men.

Spade: "You go high...."

Jones: "And you go low."

Spade dropped down and fired the five-barrel, which he gave the name Demon Scream. The Trapster's legs disintegrated in an instant. Jones finished him off with a .50 caliber blast that destroyed his upper body.

Madame Masque let out a curse and reached for her sidearm, but was cut short by Spade's Demon Scream shotgun, which he exhausted.

Throwing the weapon away, he pulled out the twin sawed-offs.

"Surprise!"

Coming from the sky was a myriad of grenades. Jones took a knee, forming another energy shield as Spade let loose with the sawed-off twins.

The Hood, falling from the sky after filled with hot lead. Spade looked at the cloak.

"I think we should take it on our way out." Spade said.

Jones shook his head.

Rhodes: "DOWN!"

A piece of the ceiling was being hurled at them. Jones and Spade had to duck for this one. The hurler was clad in a red-and white striped shirt and black pants.

"I want the Punisher, but you two will do!"

The Russian.

Jones turned to Spade.

"How about you let me handle this guy?"

Spade nodded.

"Bullets don't hurt him, big man."

"You let me worry about him. Get King Blood."

At six feet and five inches, weighing two hundred-sixty pounds, the Sentencer was an intimidating specimen for his enemies. But against the eight-foot, five hundred pound Russian, Luther Jones might as well have been a midget. But that would not prevent Jones from standing up to the monster. He put up his fists.

"Let's do this..."

Spade had just ran through another group of thugs. The small fry ran out and it was time to get the big fish, otherwise the point of this fishing trip was for nothing.

He made it to the fourth and final story of the cathedral, left with nothing but his gauntlets and .600 Nitro Express pistols. He picked up an XM25 Airburst, taking cover behind some steel beams.

The only thing pathway left was barricaded. So Spade decided to solve this by blowing this makeshift barricade away. He stepped through the path, where the black mercenary Barracuda was awaiting him.

Barracuda: "So, this is the famous Snypa. You don't look like much."

"Don't underestimate me."

In Barracuda's hands was a Stoner 63 with 5.56x45mm NATO rounds. And so, he let loose. Spade took cover as Barracuda fired and advanced. Spade threw away the massive grenade launcher and came out with the PZ Magnum, .600 Nitro Express rounds slamming into the massive mercenary, hitting his vest. Despite the nitroglycerin, which put the "Nitro" in "Nitro Express," Barracuda kept coming. However, he was being slowed down. He dropped to his knees, his vest beginning to stain with blood.

Spade moved toward the wounded mercenary.

Spade: "Any last words, motherfucker?"

Barracuda, putting up his middle finger: "I hope Bloodknight enjoys killing you and your--"

And Spade brought down the Barracuda with a single .600 Nitro round to the face, making his head explode and rain brain matter, blood, and skull fragments.

Jones' armor couldn't stand up to the beating the Russian delivered. The Russian had literally ripped the weapons off of his suit. However, the Sentencer managed to get some good shots in. If one noticed, the Russian's breathing had changed slightly. His ribs on the right side were broken, thanks to an amplified left by the Sentencer.

"You're not the only big guy who can take a beating and keep on kicking."

The Russian smiled, motioning his hands for Jones to "bring it."

And bring it is what Jones did.

Jones came at the bigger and slower Russian, ducking under his punches and connecting with knee-shattering kicks. Grabbing hold of the monstrous assassin, the Sentencer launched himself into the air and brought the Russian down in a basic judo throw toward and out of a broken window. He watched as the Russian plummeted to the city below and finally was impaled on a cross.

"No walking away this time."

Jones heard a cocking sound. He turned around.

Tombstone with a Remington.

"Let's see what happens where you're the one being sentenced!"

Then loud blasts could be heard and something was repeatedly hitting the rocky Tombstone. Jones looked behind the twitching Tombstone and saw the Punisher exhausting his shoulder cannon. Jones realized what was next. There was a box of grenades nearby, he smashed it open and pulled out two grenades, stuffing one in Tombstone's mouth and the other down his pants. Castle threw a punch that sent Lonnie Thompson Lincoln flying when the grenades finally exploded, sending stone fragments all over the building.

Spade finally managed to rejoin Castle and Jones.

"There's two left." said Castle.

"We know," replied Spade. "And one of them is mine. You're free to do with Hammerhead as you wish."

The Punisher and the Sentencer didn't confirm anything.

Spade: "Let's finish this and we can get out of here."

Castle: "Done."

Jones: "Done."

And with that, Spade went his own way to find the leader of the Bloods and finish him off. Finally.