Facing the combined assault of Kingpin and Bullseye, Sean's muscles tensed.
His enhanced body which was modified through mysterious ans surged with inhuman power...
Ti seed to slow as he took a decisive step forward, unflinching as the electrified cane swung toward him with lethal force.
Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he crashed into Kingpin's massive fra.
*CRACK!*
A clear snapping sound echoed through the ruined apartnt.
Kingpin's eyes widened in shock as his enormous body (450 pounds of pure muscle) was sent flying through the air like a felled elephant, slamming into the floor with a thunderous crash.
The cane's high-voltage current crackled across Sean's body with a zapping sound... yet instead of convulsing in pain, he stood completely unaffected.
The energy was absorbed into his cells like water into a sponge. His modified physiology, capable of harnessing even stellar radiation, rendered the attack aningless.
"Is that all you've got?" Sean turned to Bullseye whilst casually plucking the assassin's thrown knife from midair between his fingers.
Bullseye froze, staring in disbelief at his fallen boss...
A chill crept up his spine as he felt the icy grip of death looming over him for the first ti in his murderous career.
"Your boss isn't dead yet. But he will be soon." Sean smiled coldly, "Care to join him, Mr. Bullseye?"
Before the assassin (Bullseye) could react...
*Whoosh!*
...the very knife he'd thrown earlier flew back through the air with unnatural precision.
Bullseye's hands (which he'd used to end countless lives) clutched at his throat as he collapsed, his signature bullseye tattoo now split by the blade's edge.
With Bullseye dealt with, Sean strode toward the wheezing Kingpin...
The ruler of New York's underworld lay broken, his sternum shattered, ribs piercing his organs. Blood foad at his lips in pink bubbles, his breaths shallow and ragged...
The feared cri lord had minutes left at most...
"Mr. Wilson Fisk," Sean adjusted his gloves, "Your one-way ticket to hell has arrived. Sign here, please."
Kingpin's aty hand weakly grasped Sean's pant leg, his eyes burning with animal defiance...
This couldn't be happening... not to him. The man who had crushed the Irish mob, outmaneuvered the Russian Mafia's Bratva, and made the Hand retreat from Arican soil...
From running drugs in Hell's Kitchen alleyways to owning those very blocks through shell companies...
From being beaten by his drunk father to beating mayors at charity golf tournants...
He had laundered his empire through real estate developnts, his «Wilson Fisk ~ Philanthropist» plaques hanging in hospitals and schools.
And now... this child had ended it all.
As his vision tunneled, Kingpin's life flashed before him... his first murder at twelve (that hamr still hung in his office), the night he'd personally disemboweled Don Rigoletto to take Harlem, Vanessa's laugh at that gallery opening...
'So this is how it ends... Not in so grand battle, but as prey to a hunter I never saw coming...'
...
The cold night wind whistled through the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows...
Sean gazed at the city skyline, the glowing grid of Manhattan stretching infinitely below...
Sowhere out there, Matt Murdock was patrolling as Daredevil, unaware the Kingpin he'd fought for years was already gone...
A pause...
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