Inside the main control room.
Among the dozens of screens in front of Kingpin,
the red curve representing Daredevil's vital signs, without warning, became a flat horizontal line.
"Target life signal lost."
The cold, electronically synthesized voice was particularly jarring in the quiet main control room.
Kingpin's complacent expression instantly froze.
He abruptly stood up, his massive body casting a shadow that made the nearby technicians tremble.
"What does that mean?" His voice was deep, suppressing the rage about to erupt. "Is the equipment malfunctioning?"
"Sir, all monitoring equipment… all life detectors… are functioning normally."
The technician's voice trembled as his fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up diagnostic reports again and again.
"He… he just vanished into thin air."
On the screens, the plaza scene remained.
The three-headed Hellhounds paced and roared anxiously where the man in red had last fallen, but found no target to attack.
The man who should have been crushed left no trace of blood, simply evaporating under the gaze of dozens of high-definition cameras.
"Useless!"
Fisk slammed a fist onto the control panel; the sturdy alloy surface bore a clear indentation of his punch.
This was not right.
This was not in his script.
The protagonist could be torn apart on stage, but he absolutely could not suddenly exit during the climax of the performance!
...Area A, in front of the high-voltage power grid.
Luke Cage had just pried an armor-piercing bullet from his forehead when his portable communicator emitted a brief beep.
He looked down; the green light representing Matt had gone out.
Luke's breathing paused for a second.
His mind was blank.
Immediately after, a pain and anger more intense than the high-frequency sonic attack he had just endured exploded from his chest.
Dead?
Matt… just died like that?
"Ah—!"
Luke let out a deafening roar. He no longer bothered with the annoying traps and security, but instead, like a truly out-of-control rhino, charged fiercely towards the thickest part of the wall.
He wanted to crush this place, from its foundations, inch by inch… Area B, Energy Center.
The white high-pressure steam gradually dissipated.
Danny Rand was hiding behind a row of massive capacitors, breathing heavily.
His communicator also fell silent.
That light dot had disappeared.
Danny's body swayed, almost losing his balance.
It was him, he had given that information to Matt.
It was him who pushed Matt into this hell.
Now, Matt was dead.
Guilt and regret, like a cold tide, drowned his reason.
"Kingpin…"
Danny muttered the name, his voice hoarse beyond human recognition.
He slowly straightened his body, and the fists of his hands once again glowed with golden light.
But this time, the light was no longer the warm Sun, but a destructive, about-to-explode star.
He didn't care about any plan.
He didn't care about any infiltration.
He would make everything here a burial for Matt… A few hundred meters from Fisk's research center, at a street corner.
An inconspicuous manhole cover was silently pushed open a crack from the inside by a hand.
A moment later.
A woman in a black leather jacket and ripped jeans agilely climbed out.
Jessica Jones.
She looked around, confirmed there were no surveillance cameras, then pulled an old mobile phone from her pocket.
On the screen, a newly received encrypted text message displayed a precise coordinate and a short line of text.
[The stage is set, backstage entrance open.]
[Countdown, thirty minutes.]
Jessica pursed her lips, put her phone back in her pocket, and looked up at the brightly lit building nearby, where alarm sounds were faintly audible.
Without the slightest hesitation, she strode towards point C, marked in William's intelligence, a long-abandoned sewage treatment channel.
Daredevil's madness was for Kingpin to see.
Luke Cage and Iron Fist's feint was for Kingpin's security system to see.
And she, Jessica Jones, was the true executor, who, while everyone was captivated by the actors on stage, quietly slipped backstage, ready to smash the entire performance.
William had prepared everything… Inside the core laboratory.
The final neural linking procedure was underway.
Elektra was fixed to a cold metal ritual table.
Her body was covered with tubes of various colors, her eyes open but hollow and unfocused, devoid of any light.
Her consciousness was being stripped away little by little, replaced by cold killing commands.
"Activation progress, 92%."
"Estimated eight minutes until 'black sky' is fully awakened."
Several researchers in white lab coats nervously stared at the data.
Just then.
"Boom!"
The first titanium alloy isolation door of the laboratory suddenly bulged inward with an exaggerated human-shaped outline.
Immediately after.
Accompanied by a piercing metallic tearing sound, the entire door was forcibly ripped off by an irresistible brute force.
Jessica Jones carried the hundreds-of-kilograms-heavy door and casually tossed it aside, like a piece of cardboard.
"Excuse me."
She expressionlessly looked at the stunned researchers in the room, "I'm looking for someone."
The alarm instantly became shrill.
"Alarm! Core laboratory under invasion! Repeat, core laboratory under…"
Jessica ignored it and walked directly to the second gate, which required both iris and password verification.
She didn't even look at the verifier, she just took a deep breath and then punched it.
"Bang—!"
The entire building trembled.
Kingpin in the main control room was furious because he couldn't find Matt.
When the invasion footage of the core laboratory suddenly popped up on the screen, he was completely stunned.
He watched the woman in the leather jacket.
Watched her, with the most barbaric and unreasonable method, punch by punch, smash his most core secret.
Then, recalling the Daredevil who had vanished into thin air.
A terrifying possibility, one he had completely unforeseen, instantly struck him.
Feinting to the east, attacking to the west.
No, this was a triple feint!
Daredevil wasn't the protagonist at all, he wasn't even bait! He was just an announcer responsible for drawing back the curtain and attracting all the spotlights!
Damn Rodriguez!
"Stop her!"
Fisk let out a beastly roar, the muscles on his face contorted with extreme rage.
"Send everyone over! Everyone! Stop her at all costs!"
"Sir, Iron Fist and that…"
"I don't care about those two idiots!"
Kingpin grabbed the walkie-talkie beside him and roared into it.
"Initiate final defense protocol! Kill that woman! Immediately!"
His script had been torn to shreds from backstage, in the most brutal way… Area A.
Luke, who was rampaging, heard Kingpin's exasperated roar coming from his communicator.
"…core laboratory… kill that woman…"
Luke abruptly stopped his actions.
Woman?
Core laboratory?
A thought flashed through his mind.
The next second, Jessica's distinctive, sarcastic voice, broadcast through the violently hacked Base public address system, echoed through every corner.
"Hey, big guy, and that glowing little fist, can you two make more noise? The door on my side is a bit thick."
Luke and Danny froze simultaneously.
They instantly understood.
All the madness, all the sacrifices, all the feints, were for this moment.
Luke bared his teeth, revealing a mouthful of White teeth.
He no longer attacked the wall, but turned and charged towards the elite guards who had just assembled, ready to rush to the core laboratory.
"Want to get through?"
"Step over me first!"
Area B, the destructive light in Danny's eyes instantly transformed into a clear, burning fighting spirit.
He took a deep breath, gathered all his Iron Fist power, and punched the main control panel of the energy center.
"Sorry, everyone."
"This road is impassable!"
..."Boom!"
The third door of the core laboratory was finally completely demolished by Jessica.
She rushed in and immediately saw Elektra on the ritual table.
"Activation progress, 99%!"
A researcher let out a desperate scream.
Jessica darted forward, not even looking at the complex data and instruments, grabbing all the tubes and cables connected to Elektra with both hands, and pulling hard!
"Screech—!"
Countless electrical sparks flashed, the instruments emitted a series of overloaded wails, and then fell silent.
The activation program was forcibly interrupted in the last second.
Jessica hoisted the unconscious Elektra onto her shoulder and turned to leave.
The moment she rushed out of the laboratory, all the passages in the entire Base began to lower heavy alloy gates.
Kingpin had activated the Base's self-destruct lockdown protocol.
The assassins, as per his request, with a squad of the most elite Hand ninjas, had already blocked Jessica's inevitable retreat path.
"Put her down."
Tall figures blocked all exits.
Dozens of assassins stared intently at Elektra on Jessica's shoulder, their eyes as if they wanted to devour her alive.
Jessica shielded Elektra behind her, adopting a defensive stance.
She was a good fighter, but she knew this was not the time to slowly wear down a ninja.
Just at this critical moment.
A red figure silently descended from the shadows of the ceiling's ventilation duct, like a falling blood-leaf.
He turned his head, and a weary arc curved at the corner of his mouth beneath his mask.
"Withdraw."
Luke and Danny also arrived from two other directions, and the four finally reunited.
Carrying the unconscious Elektra, they, led by Luke Cage, charged into the dark C channel just before the Base was completely sealed, disappearing into the New York underground World.
In the main control room, Fisk looked at the empty corridor and the four rapidly receding light dots on the screen, letting out a thunderous roar of rage.
Meanwhile, in another safe house, far from all this commotion.
William Rodriguez's phone vibrated.
An encrypted message from Jessica appeared on the screen.
"Got the person out, but something's wrong."
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