Okay, people...

I just need to take a quick break and explain what has happened between the fall of the Russian and X-Plode and our vigilantes' path to New York- which is not involved in this story. To make a long chapter short, on the way to New York, Castle and Spade went to Castle's apartment and stocked up on some weapons and encountered some of the Kingpin's personal security force, made up of the crooked FBI veterans. And now... here we are at Fisk Industires.

Spade and Castle pulled up in a parking lot a few yards from the Fisk building. Then Castle stopped his newfound crime-killing associate.

"Damijin," said Castle. "Take down the Kingpin. I'll handle our two unknown guests.

"You got it, Frank." said Spade. "But I'm not bringing down the Kingpin for you, I'm doing it for myself and everyone who's been wronged by him."

Then two men in suits armed with pump-action shotguns and Colt Pythons stepped out between the shadows. One of the men had a bandaged hand and a metal plate on his leg.

"Well, well, Mr. Kuri," said one of the suited men. "I guess our guests have arrived."

It was Drake and Kuri, the two FBI agents from the warehouse. They had anticipated that Castle and Spade would show up at Fisk Industries.

"Get going! Now!" screamed Castle.

Spade took off to the Fisk building. The two agents pointed their Colts at the moving target, but Castle stopped that with a shot fired.

"Your opponent will be me... the Snypa has other things to focus on."

Castle drew dual Ingrams and fired, diving over a car. The two dirty agents took cover and fired their shotguns. Eight shots apiece. Castle was thinking he could not get a clear shot off at the agents, so he pulled out a pair of flashbangs and threw them over. Screams of confusion was all he needed to make a move. Castle moved in and fired his weapons, crippling Drake and taking out Kuri. Agent Drake struggled to crawl over to his pistol, but Frank kicked it away.

"You'll...never...win..." said Drake, coughing up blood and struggling to get the words out. "The Kingpin always comes out on top, Punisher."

Castle squatted down so Drake could look in his eyes.

"Maybe, maybe not," growled Castle. "But we'll see what happens when the Kingpin meets his match in a few seconds. As for you..."

Castle cocked his weapons and put the Ingrams to an eyeball each.

"You'll never get to find out."

Castle fired, leaving a very graphic scene which you may not want to hear about. All I can say is, if Drake could live through that, he could never see again. Castle pulled out a small tube of lighter fluid and emptied it out on the two bodies, then reached for a lighter and threw it down.

Meanwhile, Spade took the stairs, his automatic shotgun in front of him and his 5.56 mm machine pistol holstered. When he got to the top floor, there was only one door. It was a set of double doors. He kicked them open and saw a bald, obese black man facing the window, a walking stick in his hand. Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of Crime.

"I finally get to meet the Snypa," chuckled Fisk. "The man whose number of kills match, if not exceed that of the Punisher's."

"Save the formalities, Fisk," snarled Spade. "You killed my brother-in-law and my friend."

Fisk turned around, smoking a cigar.

"I will not deny the charges. What are you going to do, Snypa?" laughed Fisk. "Kill me? I control everything. Especially the police. No one, not even your fellow superhero buddies can prove to the police or the feds that Wilson Fisk is the Kingpin of Crime!"

Spade cocked his shotgun...