Kingpin's voice still echoed.
Daredevil's body, however, became incredibly stiff.
Then, a non-human, extremely suppressed roar erupted from deep within his throat.
"Ah ah ah—!"
He moved.
There was no strategy, no evasion, no hint of skill.
He was like a bull thoroughly enraged.
He stomped his feet fiercely.
His entire being transformed into a red afterimage, charging straight towards the death line composed of gun muzzles and blades.
Bullets instantly left their chambers.
Red laser dots danced wildly on him.
Daredevil did not deliberately dodge.
He allowed several bullets to tear the edges of his battle suit, leaving scorching abrasions on him, and with the most brutal posture, he crashed into the first row of armed personnel.
He threw a punch, directly striking the opponent's chest.
"Crack!"
The sound of a fractured sternum was clearly audible.
The armed man was sent flying backward before he could even scream, knocking over two comrades behind him.
At the same time.
A tactical short knife was savagely plunged into Matt's side rib.
He grunted, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand, and twisted it forcefully.
The Hand bent at a strange angle, and Matt seized the short knife, then backhanded it into the thigh of another enemy who rushed forward.
Madness.
Brutality.
Every move, every stance was filled with the resolve to trade injuries.
He abandoned all his exquisite fighting techniques, abandoning the dodging and maneuvering he relied on for survival.
He was merely using the most primitive, most savage methods to vent the anger that was enough to scorch the heavens.
He was kicked down, immediately rolled and crashed into another person's arms, slamming his helmet fiercely into the opponent's face.
He was hit in the back by a rifle butt, his body staggered, but the short stick in his hand had already whistled, shattering the sneak attacker's knee.
The smell of blood quickly permeated the air.
In the control room, Kingpin looked at the red figure on the screen, completely transformed into a Beast, and nodded with satisfaction.
"That's more like it."
He picked up his coffee, leisurely watching the Carnage on the screen.
"Anger will burn away reason."
"And a Beast without reason will only be locked in a cage, or... sent to the slaughterhouse."
He wanted to see Daredevil lose everything, including the restraint and calmness he prided himself on.
He wanted this Beast, step by step, willingly, to walk into the death trap he had meticulously designed... Sector A, main ventilation duct.
"Buzz—!"
The piercing high-frequency sound waves, like countless invisible steel needles, fiercely pierced into Luke Cage's brain.
His invulnerable body experienced this kind of internal agony for the first time.
Luke let out a painful growl, covering his ears with both hands, but the sound was all-pervasive, directly affecting his nerves.
He noticed several inconspicuous sonic emitters installed on the wall.
The layout of their power lines perfectly matched the energy flow of a "high-energy experimental equipment" marked on the blueprint William had provided.
Those weren't weapon lines.
Those were experimental equipment lines.
Kingpin was just making use of waste... Sector B, auxiliary energy center.
Danny Rand's situation was equally bad.
The five Hand elites attacking him moved like ghosts, coordinating flawlessly.
He felt like he was caught in a net woven from chain blades and kusarigama.
Every time he concentrated his Iron Fist, preparing to break through forcefully, the opponents always managed to attack the weakest point of his power flow before he could exert his strength, forcing him to defend.
Danny's movements paused.
He realized that the actions of these five people, rather than being coordinated, were more like puppets controlled by the same signal source.
Is someone else watching?
...In the plaza, the battle had reached a fever pitch.
Matt was covered in blood, his battle suit riddled with tears and scratches, his breathing as heavy as a bellows.
But he was still fighting.
To others, he had gone completely mad, with only the instinct to fight remaining.
But every time he was knocked down, every roll, every contact of his body with the walls and ground.
Those dull thuds.
Those ricocheting bullets.
Those sounds of enemy bones shattering.
Everything in his sensory World constructed a three-dimensional sonar map more precise and real-time than any blueprint.
He was using his body to "tap" every corner of this fortress.
On the surface, he was attacking enemies.
In reality, he was using the sound wave feedback generated by the battle to quietly verify, correct, and update the map William had provided.
He was looking for something.
A "node" that even William Rodriguez had not marked.
"It seems the guest is tougher than I imagined."
Kingpin put down his coffee cup, the smile on his face receding slightly.
"Release the'Scavengers'."
He issued a new order.
"It's time to completely crush his will."
At the other end of the plaza, several underground iron cages were opened.
Accompanied by spine-chilling growls, three giant hellhounds, modified with machinery and flesh, rushed out.
They were the size of calves.
Their muscles were bulging, corrosive saliva dripped from their mouths, and their crimson electronic eyes locked onto the only red figure in the arena.
Hellhounds.
Modified by The Hand.
Kingpin's second wave of defense.
"Roar!"
One of the hellhounds suddenly exerted force and slammed into Matt.
Matt had no time to react; the immense force sent him flying, his back crashing heavily against the alloy wall behind him.
"Bang!"
A loud crash.
Matt slid down the wall to the ground, his body trembling violently, lying prostrate, seemingly without the strength to even stand up.
He had reached his limit.
At the same time.
In Sector A, Luke Cage suddenly let out a roar.
He no longer attacked the sonic weapon itself, but instead gathered all his strength and punched fiercely at the weak point of the wall connected to the weapon, as marked on the blueprint!
"Boom!"
The wall collapsed, and the high-voltage lines inside instantly short-circuited, erupting in a large shower of electrical sparks.
A chain reaction occurred.
The sonic emitters flickered a few times, let out a wailing sound of overload, and completely shut down.
In Sector B, Iron Fist took a deep breath.
He gathered all his focus, and golden light enveloped his right fist.
He did not attack any of the enemies in front of him.
Instead, he slammed his fist into an inconspicuous pipe node on the ground.
"Hiss—!"
High-pressure steam instantly gushed out, and a white mist instantly enveloped the entire space, temporarily obstructing the vision and perception of all the ninjas.
In the plaza.
A hellhound opened its bloody maw and lunged towards Matt, who was lying on the ground.
In the blind spot of the surveillance.
The moment the hellhound's massive shadow completely enveloped him.
Matt Murdock's seemingly powerless dangling hand, his fingertips rapidly tapping on a miniature communicator inside his battle suit with unimaginable speed.
A complex string of Morse code was silently sent out.
Sent to an unknown number.
The moment the message was sent.
On his wrist, a "failsafe" disguised as a cufflink, from William Rodriguez, suddenly flashed a faint red light.
The next second, on the simple life detectors carried by Luke and Danny, Matt Murdock's life signal disappeared into thin air.
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