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Nolan and Klaw arrived at a grim-looking high-rise in the heart of Hell's Kitchen.
Even on the way there, Nolan noticed just how chaotic the neighborhood had beco people were literally exchanging gunfire in the streets.
At the building's entrance, two n in black suits stepped forward and blocked their path. "Stop. Weapons check."
"Out of our way."
A cold voice cut in before either of them could respond.
A bald man stepped into view, a bullseye tattoo marked dead-center on his forehead like a target.
Nolan narrowed his eyes. One of Daredevil's arch-enemies Bullseye.
A rcenary by trade, Bullseye had worked for Kingpin before. Thanks to Nolan capturing Matt Murdock earlier, a lot of the original tiline had shifted. He wasn't even sure if Matt's lover was still alive now.
"You idiots really thought it was smart to block the boss's guests?" Bullseye scoffed. "Welco, Mr. Klaw, Dr. Nolan. The boss asked to escort you personally."
He turned to Nolan with a smirk. "So, where's the package?"
"In the trunk."
Bullseye walked over and popped the trunk. Inside lay an unconscious figure. He grabbed the limp body and yanked it out.
"Murdock?"
"Yup."
"You sure?"
Bullseye knew Matt. He'd once hired him as a lawyer to sort out a legal ss but the guy was blind. So how had he dodged his throwing knives like a trained fighter?
Nolan nodded. "I'm sure."
Without another word, Bullseye pulled out a pistol and fired three clean shots straight into Matt's head.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Blood sprayed across the inside of the trunk. Matt's body spasd as the bullets hit.
Nolan's gaze sharpened slightly. He'd expected at least so unnecessary banter, not imdiate execution.
But that was typical Kingpin no need for villain monologues when a bullet would suffice.
"Damn it! What about my car?" Klaw shouted, staring at the blood-soaked trunk.
"Relax. It'll be cleaned spotless," Bullseye said casually. "Gentlen, shall we?"
"Oh, and by the way," Nolan added, "he's been injected with the serum. You'll probably need to keep shooting until he turns to paste. If you don't finish the job, he might get back up."
He wasn't joking.
Truthfully, Nolan hadn't been ready to kill Matt just yet. He'd hoped to extract information specifically about Stick's whereabouts or the sensory-enhancing ditation techniques.
But no matter how many tis he asked, Matt simply stared him down.
It was clear: he wasn't talking.
Which made him useless.
Nolan didn't need Matt. He could study those techniques himself.
Still, he figured it'd be faster to track down The Hand or even The Chaste.
They both had what he needed.
"Noted," Bullseye said, eyeing the slowly healing bullet wounds. His expression darkened. He'd heard rumors about unkillable freaks running around Clinton lately but never expected Daredevil to be one of them.
"Well then. I'll toss him into the incinerator. Let's see if he survives that."
As Bullseye started dragging Matt's body away, Nolan stopped him.
"If you hear anything about The Hand... or Elektra, send it to this email. You'll be compensated."
He handed over a slip of paper with a printed address.
"My services don't co cheap."
"I know. And I'm guessing I don't need to remind you who Elektra is?"
"Of course not."
Bullseye tapped his comm and continued dragging Matt away. The two guards stepped aside, allowing Nolan and Klaw to enter the building.
A woman exited the lobby with a polite smile.
"Gentlen. The boss is expecting you upstairs."
"Lead the way."
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On the top floor...
"Dr. Nolan. It's an honor to finally et you in person."
Inside a lavish office, a man built like a brick wall rose to his feet. His very presence exuded danger like a caged tiger ready to pounce.
He strode toward Nolan and Klaw, extending a hand.
"Mr. Fisk," Nolan said with a smile, eting his grip. Fisk began to squeeze but Nolan didn't yield an inch.
"If you're trying to intimidate , Wilson, you're going to need more than a handshake."
Fisk's eyes glinted with surprise. He'd expected a scientist, not soone with a grip like a steel vice.
"You're stronger than you look," Fisk said, releasing him and motioning for them to sit.
"So. I hear you want to buy three of my chemical plants?"
That was true. Nolan had no intention of revealing that the plants were linked to Jessica's mutation or that they were essential to his expansion plans for the Oscorp production line.
Better to keep things strictly business.
"I do," Nolan replied simply.
"You know the kind of business I run," Fisk said. "I wasn't planning to entertain this deal, considering the trouble you've caused ."
He leaned back, voice casual. "But then again... you brought a gift. So I'm listening."
"Mr. Fisk, you sicced Jessica on last ti. I'd say we've both caused each other so grief."
"Fair enough. But you wouldn't be interested in those plants unless they were tied to your experints. Care to tell why?"
Nolan only smiled.
"Matt Murdock?" Fisk probed.
Still smiling.
"Jessica Jones?"
Still nothing.
Fisk narrowed his eyes.
"This is business, Mr. Fisk," Nolan finally said. "I'm here to purchase three chemical plants. What I do with them afterward is irrelevant."
Fisk stared at him for a long mont... then suddenly laughed.
"You've got balls, I'll give you that."
"Na your price."
"Actually... I've changed my mind. I don't want to sell anymore. Janine, show our guests out."
The woman from earlier nodded.
Nolan rose to his feet, but then paused and looked Fisk dead in the eye.
"Oh, one more thing, Wilson. Clinton's gotten pretty chaotic lately. I saw a street shootout just a block away."
His voice turned cold.
"Would be a sha if your wife and kids got caught in the crossfire."
Fisk's expression darkened. His eyes turned icy.
"Are you threatening ?"
Nolan smiled.
"Yes, I'm threatening you. I ca here in good faith. I brought a gift. You're the one who chose to play gas."
Fisk's jaw clenched. But he said nothing.
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