A/N: Sorry. I forgot to mention there would be another mention of a Marvel villain in this story, but read this chapter and you'll see who it is. I do not own this character, he is a trademark of Marvel comics, as is the Kingpin. Damijin Spade/The Snypa, Agents Kuri and Drake, and all other characters that are not Marvel or not recognized by Marvel comics are owned and are copywritten by me. Remember, plagarism is a bad thing. It's not just against moral standards, it's a crime. To everyone who likes unoriginality, since you take pleasure in stealing someone else's talent, you'll remember that nightmare you had based on that lawsuit I filed. I thank you in advance for the free money!

Spade looked up and saw the source of the frag grenades. It was a man in red with a green helmet carrying dual M79s.

"What's the matter, Snypa?!" the helmeted man shouted. "Ain't you ever seen the sky rain grenades before?"

It was the Snypa's enemy more feared than deceased crime lord Lee Bernan. It was the murderous arsonist, X-Plode. X-Plode was wanted by Interpol for over ten-thousand bombings around the world most of them law-enforcement strongholds and planes. All of them collected a death toll into the hundred-thousands. And each time law-enforcement thought they had X-Plode, their mistake cost them their lives. Also, this arsonist was a tool paid for by the highest bidder on the black market.

"YOU!" Spade roared. "I remember you back in Europe! You destroyed the French Foreign Legion!"

X-Plode shrugged and chuckled.

"Glad to know you remember my work and the lives I touch!"

"DIE, YOU FUCKIN' MONSTER!" Spade screamed, picking up a 7.62 rifle and firing it at X-Plode.

The bullets missed. X-Plode finally touched the ground and shot his flamethrowers on his arms. Spade ran for cover behind a jeep and returned fire. The bullets had no effect.

Meanwhile, the monstrous giant of a man smiled and stared at Castle.

"Hello, big boy!" he boomed.

"What do you want, Russian?" demanded Castle.

"Your head!" The Russian replied. "For the Kingpin!"

The Russian charged Castle, who knew the Russian all too well. He barreled into his target shoulder-first and sent him flying into a fence nearby. Castle got up and clenched his ribs.

I can't shoot the guy because bullets don't affect him, Castle thought.

Spade was having a hard time of his own with X-Plode. All he had was non-violent weapons and a 7.62 mm assault rifle. X-Plode also had on full-body armor, which made things worse.

"Come on out and die, Snypa!" X-Plode roared.

"No, you die!" Spade roared back, firing a stun grenade, blinding X-Plode.

Spade ran into an aiplane hangar and saw a open crate filled with grenades. Realizing he could do some damage, he fired the rest of the stun grenades at X-Plode from inside, then grabbed some frag grenades. There was another case marked for tear gas canisters, which Spade loaded into the grenade holders on his belt.

"You think you can run from me, Snypa?!" screamed X-Plode, recovering from the flash bang attack.

Castle was limping as fast as he could away from the much stronger Russian.

"Come on, big boy!" said the Russian. "The party's not over yet!"

Castle got into a fighter jet and activated the weapons. He fired two missiles at the Russian, who continued to advance.

"You might as well prepare to die!" the Russian mocked. "You cannot stop me!"

The Russian's inhuman strength allowed him to rip the underbelly of the fighter apart with his bare hands and tear Castle from the cockpit. Then the monstrous villain proceeded to lift his vigilante rival by the leg and toss him into another jet.

Meanwhile, Spade was fighting back against X-Plode. Small pieces of the pyromaniac's armor was being shredded away slowly by the frag grenades.

"Okay, you son of a bitch," hissed Spade. "Time to bring you down to size."

"Try it!" challenged X-Plode, whose flamethrowers just ran out of fuel to work, so he switched to his dual M79s.

And I'm gonna stop the chapter there! I would like to thank all who reviewed and/or read my work.

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TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER- "Blood in the Air."