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Chapter 7- Looking for clues
Matt sat on the ground in the Clinton Church, feeling very depressed. A lot more depressed than when the boxer had beaten him up. While he had saved the father-daughter duo, he had taken a really bad beating.
Months ago, he could beat an entire hallway of Hand ninjas and now two thugs were giving him trouble. Adrian Chase had made him incapable of fighting for his city. For those he had cared about.
Fisk sat in his cell. The deal had finally been accepted. Like he had told Prometheus, he had started executing his plan. But this Agent Chase intrigued him. The way he spoke, he seemed like he was subtly supporting him.
There was more to him than met the eye. Perhaps he himself would tell it later.
"FBI!"
The agents lead by Chase and Nadeem stormed the place, arresting all the Albanians.
Nadeem saw a maid holding a tray and aimed at her, "FBI! Don't move!"
She dropped her tray in shock and fear.
"Play easy, Nadeem", Chase said to him in a whisper.
He walked over to the woman until he was mere inches from her and whispered, "Don't worry. Your employers were 10 steps behind. But nothing will happen to you, as long as you're not involved with them."
They looked up and saw a woman scared from them trying to run away.
"Freeze!" Nadeem yelled.
The FBI ran over to get her but Chase outran the other agents and grabbed the woman by the wrist, putting her down.
"You're under arrest for resisting arrest", Chase whispered to her as he cuffed her.
The others moved into the room and arrested a man and a woman.
Nadeem then watched as an agent lead their cuffed leader out.
"Get these cuffs off me", he said, "I've got the right to an attorney."
"You will get one", Chase whispered to him, "Just don't be an asshole to him."
The agent then led the man into the FBI vehicle.
Nadeem looked satisfied.
Nadeem and Chase walked into headquarters and saw everyone applauding them for their work.
"You two got that asshole", Agent Wellers said to Nadeem and Chase as he gave them manly hugs.
"Yeah", Nadeem said, "Got his number one and two also. And two judges. And district captain. A freakin' deputy Mayor."
"And I thought my previous city was corrupt", Chase commented, "The police department there never really found its footing."
"It's gonna be a messy day at City Hall", Wellers said, "The Albanians had to be buying off those guys with more than tail."
"Burgos got their computers, so we're gonna find their money", Nadeem said, "Once we start tracking it, who knows how far this goes?"
"All because of Wilson Fisk", Chase said in his whisper, "Because of him, we're ten steps ahead of everyone."
'I am ten steps ahead of everyone', he said in his head.
Fisk was lifting heavy weight with the help of a spotter.
Suddenly, the spotter said, "Snitch!"
He then brandished a shank and stabbed Fisk at the side of the abdomen. Fisk roared in anger and pain and threw him away with the weight, pinning him under it.
He then got up and towered over the man. He pressed the weight against the man's neck, slowly choking him before letting go.
He then picked up a dumble and towered over his attacker, ready to bring it down on him.
"No! No! No!" the man begged.
At the last moment, Fisk sighed and threw the dumble away. He then sat down quietly as guards arrived to take the attacker into solitary confinement.
Matt lay passed out on the floor of Clinton Church.
"What did you do, Matthew?" Maggie asked as she stood over him while his eyes opened and he groaned.
She knelt close to him and asked, "Where did you go last night?"
As Matt groaned more, Maggie put her hand on his face and said, "Hey, don't pull that crap on me. What happened?"
"Go away", Matt whispered to her.
"I put in way too much work on you to quit now", Maggie said as she helped him sit up, "Up. Move your ass."
Matt managed to get up and staggered a little before following Maggie.
"So you get beat by a guy who wasn't even trying to hurt you and your brilliant next move is to go out and pick another fight?" she asked.
Due to the blow to his right ear, Matt's head was ringing and he still felt underwater. But he could still hear her.
"Take these", Maggie handed him some pills as he stood in front of a mirror. Matt put them in his mouth and drank them up with water as Maggie said, "A word of advice, Mr. Daredevil, give yourself time to heal, or you're going to get yourself killed."
"You're probably right", Matt said.
"Is that what you wanted?" Maggie asked. Matt lowered his head and sighed.
"I have a special gift too", she said to him, "I am impervious to bad attitude. So you can throw your self-pitying bullshit at me, and I'll still be standing right here. Pissed off, maybe, but right here."
Matt staggered and sat down under the stairs.
"You're gonna talk to me", she said firmly to him.
"Why did you become a nun?" Matt asked her.
"I heard God's call", she replied.
"So you feel like being a nun is what you're meant to be?" Matt asked.
She nodded and replied, "Yes. Very much."
"What if you couldn't be one anymore?" Matt asked her, "What if it were taken from you?"
"Your point being that if we can't fulfill our calling, we might be better off as worm food?" Maggie asked him.
"Answer the question", he said firmly.
"I'll tell you what I wouldn't do", she said, "I wouldn't lose faith. I'd find some other purpose."
"If you can be anything else, then it was never really your calling", Matt said, "Just tell me, honestly. If you couldn't be a nun anymore, wouldn't you grieve?"
"Of course I would", Maggie said.
"Then please, go away", he requested her.
Instead of going away, she walked up to him and said, "I understand what it's like to feel lost, Matthew. It happened to me too, once. A long time ago, when I was a novitiate, I left the order for a while."
"Why?" Matt asked.
"Because I was considering I very different life", Maggie said, "It was wonderful and terrifying. I struggled to know which life God wanted me to choose. I prayed. I looked for signs. In the end, I just had to do my best to figure it out."
"Well, there you go", Matt said as he rose and walked away from her, "That is the difference between us. I no longer care what God wants."
"Oh, right", Maggie said, "Almost forgot. You've seen his true face now."
Matt sat on the bed and considered his next move.
"How the hell did you let this happen?" Nadeem asked the guard as he walked to the prison infirmary with Chase.
The guard replied, "Don't pin this shit on us. He's your snitch."
"You are the guard", Chase said to him in an intimidating whisper, "You should observe your prisoners' actions carefully."
The guard was unnerved enough to shut his mouth and even Nadeem seemed uncomfortable.
The two entered the infirmary where Fisk was on the bed.
"You okay?" Nadeem asked, "The doctor said it was superficial."
"I find it quite profound", Fisk said.
"Don't start. We're not playing games", Nadeem said.
"It's deadly serious for me", Fisk said.
"What? Some guy with a shank?" Nadeem asked him.
"It's not something I fear a great deal", Fisk said, "But we're not dealing with one person here. Word is out. Everyone knows. Guards and inmates, it seems they know I'm cooperating with you."
"Which you're going to continue to do, Mr. Fisk", Nadeem said, "This was not a one-off. You want us to help Vanessa clear herself of criminal charges, you need to continue to deliver actionable information. Do you understand?"
"Agent Nadeem", Chase whispered to him, "I think we're not understanding Mr. Fisk's positon in this case. He can't deliver actionable information to keep us ten steps ahead if he's dead."
"I'm a target within these very walls", Fisk said, agreeing with Chase, "Agent Nadeem, understand what Agent Chase is telling you."
Chase then observed Nadeem's conflicted expression with interest.
Matt walked to the praying area of the Church, wearing a cap and glasses along with a jacket and also carried a walking stick.
Matt turned his head here and there, reminded of when he listened to people praying as a kid. But right now, he couldn't do that.
"Glad to see you up here, Matthew", Lantom said as he walked up to him.
"I used to listen to people's prayers", Matt said, "In here and out on the street. You know, people asking for God's help or justice or even vengeance sometimes. See, it's always the same", Matt then mimicked the tone of the people who prayed, ""Please God"", and then he told Lantom what was in his mind, "I thought that God let me hear the prayers so that I could answer. So that's what I did. That's what I was trying to do, was trying to help people. But I am unable to do that now. I can't do it."
"Give it time", Lantom advised, "Whatever your new reality is, I'm sure you will adjust."
"When I heard all those prayers, all those suffering people, I thought it was God's voice", Matt said, "But I was wrong. All I ever heard was people in pain. And all he ever gave any of us was…. silence."
"So now you believe your calling to do what you do was a mistake?" Lantom asked him.
"I was deluding myself", Matt said.
"Maybe that's a good thing to realize, Matthew", Lantom said, "Maybe it's time for you to stop."
"Oh no, Father", Matt corrected him, "Uh, my delusion was thinking God had anything to do with it. I'm not as capable as I should be, but I don't get to choose who I am. I'm Daredevil. Not even God can stop that now."
A stunned Lantom could only watch in concern as Matt walked out of the church.
Matt walked out into the street and realized there was a pickup truck there.
He walked to the back where a man was sitting, doing his financial calculations.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a dry cleaner", Matt said.
"Not doing pickups right now", the man said without even turning, "But we're on 14th Street. Address is on the side there."
With a light chuckle, Matt said, "Here's where it gets awkward. I'm actually looking for a different place."
The man turned and saw that Matt was blind, "I got a whiff of their delivery van last night. It didn't smell like this. Not like chemicals. It was more herbal."
"Kinda grassy, maybe?" the man asked, thinking he knew the place.
"Yeah, sure like that", Matt said as he remembered.
"I know the place", the man said.
Oliver, Slade and Roy reached Matt's apartment. As they got to his door, they were shocked by what they saw.
There was police tape everywhere, covering the place. They could not enter.
The three paled, thinking the worst had happened.
"It can't be", Oliver said, feeling guilt.
"Think with your head, kid", Slade said roughly, "Just because this is a crime scene doesn't necessarily mean a murder took place here. Let's ask the neighbors what happened."
At that, Oliver's eyes lit up and he said, "Right! You're right."
"Let's go", Roy said as he walked to another door and knocked.
An old lady opened it and asked, "What can I do for you?"
"Uh, that apartment with the police tape", Roy said, "Do you know anything about what happened there?"
"Well, I do peek around a lot", the woman said, "But I don't know the full thing. I heard some explosions and next thing you know, fire-fighters and police were all over the place. Some blind guy lived there, but the body was not found."
At that, Oliver felt a little relieved and said to the woman, "Thank you for your help, Ma'am."
As the woman closed the door, Slade said, "The advantages of using your head."
"The place is off limits though", Roy said.
"Well", Oliver said, "We're vigilantes. So doing it the legal way isn't really an option."
"Yup", Roy said.
The three looked around to check if anyone was watching. There was no one. Not even the lady who had helped them. The three knelt down, went under the tape, and entered the apartment.
They looked around. The place was ruined. The table and chairs were in splinters. The couch was burnt to ash. The cupboard doors were in splinters too but the stuff inside hadn't been damaged.
"This has to be Chase", Oliver growled with clenched fists.
"The man certainly has a taste for the theatrics", Slade said.
"Look", Roy said as he pointed at the ground.
Oliver and Slade saw many drops of blood there. All dried up.
"Must be Matt's blood", Oliver said.
There were pieces of shrapnel there too, uncollected.
"Looks like something was fired", Slade said, "And the shrapnel hit Matt."
"From over there, I think", Oliver said as he pointed at a rooftop beyond the shattered window.
"The cops here seem as inefficient as the one on our Earth", Roy commented.
"No kidding", Slade said.
Oliver looked at the blood drops again and said, "Look carefully."
The three looked and realized there was a trail of dried blood drops.
The three followed the trail to the window.
"Looks like he is as tough as you said after all", Slade said.
"It doesn't end here", Oliver said and walked back inside. He then ducked under the police tape and walked out of the apartment, Slade and Roy following.
The three ran out of the building and onto the street. There, Oliver arrived at the spot that was below Matt's window.
Slade looked at the ground and said, "Some dried blood drops here too."
Oliver and Roy looked down and saw that Slade was right.
"They appear a little more concentrated here", Oliver said, "He was here for a while."
"But look", Roy said, "There are a few small drops on the street."
Oliver and Slade looked there and saw that Roy was right.
"So the fight went to the other side of the road", Oliver said as he crossed the street, Slade and Roy following.
They reached the other side and saw even more dried blood drops.
"So he was here", Slade said.
"But wait", Oliver said, "The trail goes on."
There were more blood drops, leading them away from there.
Oliver, Slade and Roy followed them. They seemed to disappear at certain points and reappear later.
The three ended up climbing a medium-sized building and reached its rooftop.
The three then looked down from there and saw a pool of dried blood. But no one was there.
As no one was around, Oliver jumped down, with Slade and Roy jumping after him.
He looked at the dried blood and concluded, "So Chase bombed his apartment, fought him on the street, beat him, brought him over here, and threw him down."
"All right, now I think the police really are incompetent", Slade said.
"As incompetent as writers of soap operas", Roy said.
"Where would he have gone from here?" Oliver muttered to himself before saying out loud, "Perhaps a car stopped on seeing him and drove him to a hospital."
"It's possible", Slade said, "And I think hospitals are not the hardest thing to find."
"Slade is right", Roy said.
"Let's go then", Oliver said and started walking as the two followed.
Later- Oliver, Slade and Roy had been to a few hospitals and were now at Riverbank Hospital. As they walked through the waiting hall, they heard a woman saying, "Yeah, it's Karen Page."
Oliver's eyes widened in recognition. So did Roy's. Slade was a little confused.
"Karen Page?" Roy whispered to Oliver, "As in Matt's friend?"
"I think so", Oliver said.
The three turned their heads to see the owner of a voice, a young, blonde, beautiful woman. She was trying to speak to another woman, who looked shaken from something.
"So that's a friend of Matt?" Slade asked in a whisper.
"I think so", Oliver whispered, "Matt said she's a reporter at a newspaper and here she is, interviewing this other woman."
"Perhaps we should talk to her", Roy said.
"Later", Oliver said, "And she maybe as clueless as we are."
The three sat on the opposite side of the waiting hall and pretended to read magazines, deciding to talk to her when she was out of the hospital.
What Karen was telling the other woman got Oliver's attention.
"But people said that I killed my brother", she said to the woman.
"God, I'm sorry", the woman said.
"You know, when Kevin died, everyone wanted to know what happened", Karen narrated to the woman after a sad sigh, "And I wasn't like you, not paparazzi or anything, but it's a small town. Stuff kinda gets around on its own. But since no one knew the story, they made one up. It was all bullshit. If you thought about it for ten seconds, it didn't make any sense, but why should that matter, right? The problem was, once the story got out there, it stuck. It grew, and it got darker, and, um, meaner. And the things they said about my family and me, it, um, sort of tore us apart, piece by piece and lie by lie. And, um, I didn't really know how to deal with it back then. Now I guess it's too late."
"Poor woman", Slade whispered after having heard the whole thing.
Oliver's and Roy's faces were emotionless masks but they were saddened by her story. And it seemed like even Matt didn't know about it.
But as the other woman was narrating her ordeal, the three heard something very interesting.
"We only got away because this other guy attacked them", the woman told Karen.
"What other guy? You said there's another guy?" Karen asked as she turned her head to the woman.
"Yeah", the woman said, "He came out of nowhere. He had this black mask over his face."
Karen seemed shocked to hear it and so did Oliver, Slade and Roy. Matt used to wear a black mask in his first year. What if he was wearing it again?
Karen walked out of the hospital, intending to go over to Foggy to tell him about this.
But then a blonde man with a light beard stepped in her way and said, "Karen Page!"
"W-What do you want?" Karen asked, suddenly on the defensive.
"Don't worry", Oliver said, raising his hands, "I'm not here to hurt you."
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"We want to discuss something, Miss Page", Slade said as he walked over to Oliver with Roy.
"Who the hell are you three?" she asked, sounding aggressive, though she felt fear inside.
"Like they said", Roy said gently, "We are not here to hurt you. We want to discuss something."
"What?" Karen asked them.
"Matt Murdock", Oliver said.
Karen's eyes widened in shock and she backed off, thinking these were Federal Agents who were going to arrest her for being involved with a vigilante.
"He's a friend of ours", Oliver said, "And we know he's gone missing."
"A friend?" Karen asked, "Who are you people?"
"My name is Oliver Queen", Oliver introduced himself.
Karen's eyes lit up on hearing that name. Then she remembered. Matt had told her about going off to a faraway city and he had made friends there. The best one being Oliver Queen.
"He mentioned you", Karen said, "What are you doing here?"
"We think we know the reason behind his disappearance", Roy said.
Karen eyed the three. They looked dangerous, especially the one with the eyepatch. But the clean-shaven one looked fine.
Matt had spoken highly of Oliver Queen. But what if this was someone else, posing as Oliver?
"We understand your concerns", Oliver said, "But we're telling the truth. Matt has told us things that only you would know. And we know he is Daredevil."
"You know?" Karen asked.
"It's a long story", Oliver said, "But we won't harm you or anyone else. Please believe us. We are here to help."
"Tell me something Matt told you", Karen demanded.
"He told me he met you when him and Foggy decided to defend you from a murder charge by Union Allied", Oliver told her.
No one knew that outside New York City. So if they knew, only Matt could have told them.
After a sigh, Karen said, "I'm listening."
The three then walked with her and started telling her about how they met Matt. A short concise version of course. Not that it made it less complicated.
After they finished, Karen's head was reeling.
"Okay, so there is more than one Earth?" Karen asked in exasperation.
"Look, I know this sounds crazy", Oliver said, "6 years ago, I wouldn't have believed it either."
He then took out the interdimensional extrapolator. Karen looked at it with interest, having never seen anything like it before.
"This device helps us to travel through the different Earths", Oliver told her.
"Oh!" Karen said before coming to the point, "So you are vigilantes on your Earth. Matt showed up and helped you take down some psycho called Adrian Chase. Now he got out, came to this world and is after Matt."
"Pretty much", Slade said.
"And I thought my life was crazy before", Karen muttered.
"Please trust us", Roy said.
With a sigh, Karen said, "I do. I think you're all telling the truth. Truth can be messed up sometimes."
"We went to his house to investigate what happened", Oliver said and Karen looked at him curiously, "He escaped and I think he's alive. But he's not at any hospital."
"I have no idea where he could have gone", Karen said, "But thank you for helping."
"Matt's our friend", Roy said, "He helped us, even though it wasn't his world. If we can do the same for him, we will."
By now, the four were outside Nelson Meats, the diner owned by Foggy's father.
"Okay, I think you three should remain outside", Karen said, "Don't want to startle Foggy with new, dangerous looking people. No offense."
"None taken", Slade said, knowing the comment was for him.
A few minutes later, Karen came out, looking angry.
"What happened?" Oliver asked.
"He's not ready to believe me that the vigilante could be Matt", Karen said.
"It could be him", Roy said, "50-50 chance."
"I know", Karen said, "But his reasoning is that Matt did not reach out to us so he's not around. Can't believe he changes his mind so quickly."
"Well, maybe he is recovering somewhere", Slade said, "Which is why he did not reach out."
"I hope so", Karen said before asking, "You three got any place to stay?"
"Not really", Oliver said.
"Well, you're all welcome to stay at my place, though it's a little small", Karen offered.
"No problem, Miss Page. Thank you", Oliver said gratefully, Slade and Roy doing the same.
"It's just Karen", she said and then the four walked to her home, deciding to rest for the night and then think of their next move.
Matt entered the laundry building from the exit door, wearing the black suit with the black padded mask on top. He had managed to trick the man into giving him a coupon and in the process, discovered his twisted finger. The same one he had twisted the previous night.
So Matt knew this man was one of the attempted kidnappers from the previous night and the other one would be here too.
Matt walked downstairs and then turned his head here and there, trying to hear something. He opened a briefcase and realized there was a gun inside.
He then heard footsteps so he quickly closed the case and walking over to the power grid, turned it off, making the place dark.
Matt then hid in the shadows as the man said, "God damn it! We must have blown a fuse."
As he walked over to the power grid, Matt walked over to him.
"You?" the man said as he turned around and recognized Matt.
Before he could do a thing, Matt, who was holding a wire, hit him with it, electrocuting him. He then slammed his head on the wall and he was out.
He turned around to face the other man. He punched the man, stunning him.
The man tried to attack but Matt blocked. The two grabbed each other in a deadlock. The man slammed Matt onto a shelf and then punched him on the face and the side.
Matt managed to block more punches with his elbows. He grabbed the man by the shoulder and slammed him on the shelf before pushing him off.
Matt realized he had been hit slightly on the right ear and staggered a little due to the damage. The man grabbed him by the collar as the previous man got up and attacked with a rod. Matt freed himself in time to dodge the rod.
Matt threw him down as the other man also attacked with a rod he had picked up. Matt dodged. The man tried to kick but Matt grabbed his leg and threw him on the ground.
Matt staggered away as the other man got up. Matt took out a small box from the crate and hit him with it before grabbing him and slamming him onto a fence.
He then punched him twice before he sensed the other man getting up. He walked up to him, grabbed him and slammed him onto the fence too.
And then, he punched both of them back to back, not giving them any opening. Finally, they were both down. One of them tried to get up again but Matt gave him a hard punch and he was out.
He then tied them up there and walked up to the landline phone. He dialed 911 and said. "Yeah, I'd like to report an assault. I don't know what happened but I see a lot of guns here. Maybe some kind of robbery."
He then put the phone down and walked out, feeling better.
Neda Kazemi sat next to her father's bed, looking at his unmoving form. She felt broken. She could only hope his condition got better.
Suddenly, the lights were out and she turned around to see the man who had attacked her attackers the previous night.
"You!" she exclaimed as she got off her chair.
He tilted his head and said in realization, "Your father…. is in a coma."
"He's alive", she said, "Why did you help us?"
"The men who did this are in police custody for another crime", Matt told her, "You head down to the 15th Precinct right now, you can identify them."
"You caught them?" she asked him.
"You should go", Matt said as he started leaving.
"Thank God for you", she said to him sincerely.
Hearing that, Matt stopped and turning to her said, "He didn't help you. I did."
He then walked off, leaving her behind.
A cuffed Fisk sat in the back of the van which was driven by Nadeem, with Chase next to him. He was being escorted to a penthouse.
"You will be under the strict supervision of my team", Nadeem said, "You will not remove your ankle monitor. You will not pass the boundaries shown to you. You will continue to have a strictly regulated schedule. That means eating, sleeping, shitting, whenever I say. Do you understand Mr. Fisk?"
"I think he does", Chase said to Nadeem, "And I really think you should stop exaggerating stuff."
"I am not exaggerating", Nadeem said in an annoyed tone, "And stop with all this whispering and intimidating."
"Mr. Chase, how do you manage to intimidate people like that?" Fisk asked out of curiosity.
"A magician never reveals his tricks, Mr. Fisk", Chase said with a smirk. Fisk's eyes lit up on hearing that. Suddenly, everything made sense to him.
"Mr. Nadeem", Fisk then said passionately, "I have spent much of my life alone. And for many years, I pretended that this was the source of my strength. I told myself I had free will. And in that time, I achieved a great deal. But I was not fulfilled. I was longing for a connection that I could imagine but not achieve. Searching and not finding. Until Vanessa. Until I discovered love. I thought I would explode with the power and sense of freedom that she brought me. That the world lay at my feet. But then that passed when I discovered the great lie at the heart of love. That what I took for true freedom was precisely the reverse. You can build a prison of stone and steel, but you merely present the prisoner with a challenge. Any truly determined man will find a way out. But love. Love is the perfect prison. Inescapable. So you see, Agent Nadeem, I am always in prison, wherever I go", he then gestured to his cuffs, "And if these things help me protect Vanessa, then they are nothing to me. I will do whatever I must."
Ray and Chase were silent for a moment, the former absorbing his words.
"Well said, Mr. Fisk", Chase commented, "You know true love."
Suddenly, the FBI transport in front of them exploded. There was another explosion underneath their very vehicle and it toppled.
Fisk hit his head hard and everything blackened.
Fisk's eyes opened. He felt queer and realized he was upside down, still cuffed in the van. He shook his head and looked around. The agents at the back were dead.
He straightened himself and sighed before yelling, "Nadeem! Chase!"
Suddenly, there were gunshots nearby. Fisk panicked. He then used all his might to pull the cuffs downwards in an effort to break them. He grunted angrily, using all his might as some gunshots hit the van.
Finally, the chain snapped and he was free, though still trapped in the van.
He looked out of the window and saw the FBI Agents engaged in a gunfight with armed men. The agents were outnumbered though and were gunned down.
One of the agents ran to the van yelling, "Grenade!"
A grenade exploded behind him though he barely avoided it. He knelt near the van and looking at Fisk said, "Stay down."
Next moment, his blood splattered on the window as someone shot him on the head.
The men moved closer to the van, demanding Fisk to come out. Fisk remained crouched inside, panicking every moment. The only one he could think of was Vanessa.
'Forgive me my love', he said to himself in his head.
One of the men tapped the window and when no one responded, he fired at it. The bulletproof glass held though.
Fisk knew this was the end and kept apologizing to Vanessa mentally, waiting for it to happen. For the first time in a long time, he felt fear.
Suddenly, there was a gunshot and the man fell dead.
"I am someone you do not want to screw with", Chase said to him, ready to fire. He had crawled outside the van. But before he could do anything else, a gunshot came from another direction and one of the men fell dead, a bullet wound on his head.
An agent walked up to them from behind, firing his gun. Each shot was a headshot as one thug went down with one bullet,
Fisk then looked out of the window at the agent who slid behind a car to avoid the gunshots and then emerged, firing three shots, killing the three men.
"Brilliant!" Chase commented.
Fisk then observed the agent and Chase did too, impressed by his marksmanship. Chase had never seen someone whose every shot was a headshot. Neither had Fisk.
He killed two men with two shots and saw a third one running away through some smoke produced by the blast. In spite of the blinding smoke, the agent fired a shot and the man was dead.
Two men stepped out with raised hands and said to the agent, "Don't shoot. Don't shoot. We surrender."
"Do it", Chase said to him, "You want to and you like it."
The agent then fired two shots and they were both dead.
The agent then took out the empty cartridge from his gun as two men ran up to him and Chase from behind.
He then threw the gun and the cartridge simultaneously at the men. The two men were both hit at their throats by the gun and cartridge respectively and the agent had thrown them so hard that they had embedded into the men's throats. The men fell down, dead.
A third man ran up to them but Chase threw a shuriken at his throat, killing him.
Fisk then observed from inside as the agent retracted his gun and cartridge from the men's throats while Chase did the same with his shuriken.
Fisk kicked the door open and crawled out. As he stood up straight, a voice said to him, "Convict! Don't move!"
Fisk looked up to see the sharpshooting agent pointing his gun at him, Chase walking up next to him. Fisk did as he was told as sirens blared in the distance.
Matt walked out of the hospital after having changed to his regular outfit.
He then heard a stretcher coming being pushed in and got out of the way, "Sorry."
Suddenly, he started hearing voices, "Yeah! It's gonna be a lot to take in."
These were just random conversations of people but the thing was, Matt was hearing them with his right ear. His right ear was working again!
As he walked further out, he heard sirens blaring very clearly. That was because both the ears were now working.
The ambulances stopped as doctors rushed out and lead the patients inside on stretchers.
"Goddamn Albanians killed everyone except Fisk", he heard one man say.
Fisk! How was that possible?
"Somebody said he's en route to the safe house", he heard someone else say.
Safe house?! Why was a high-profile criminal like him being lead to a safe house when he belonged in prison?
"It's a damn shitshow", a woman said, "The FBI just let Wilson Fisk out of prison."
What the fuck?! Why would the FBI do that? Fisk was one of the worst criminals of New York.
Matt's head was reeling now. First he gets attacked by Adrian Chase who also bombs his apartment. Then, his right ear stops working and he was weak enough to get beaten by two thugs. Later, he managed to beat the thugs. But when he regained the use of his right ear, the first thing he hears is that Fisk is out of prison because of the FBI?
God really thought of him as the next Job.
So this is over too. Poor Matt. Such a hard time for him.
So Oliver, Slade and Roy meet Karen and things get interesting,
I think we all know the sharpshooter in the end. Even Chase is fascinated by him, just like Fisk.
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