Matt sprinted, spun, and leaped, his eyes closed.
He couldn't see the dust, but he could feel it, sensing the rapidly rising heat from the center of the panicked crowd.
Injecting the Extremis Virus, in addition to requiring excellent physical fitness, more importantly, demands a firm will.
Unfortunately, Wilson Fisk possessed both.
What Fisk possessed even far exceeded ordinary people. He originally didn't want to become that monstrous appearance, but now he had no choice. John had effortlessly pushed him into a dead end. The words on the big screen had left him no other option than to struggle on the verge of death.
Go to prison? Never.
"It's you!" Fisk roared, as large areas of orange-red light erupted across his body.
The police opened fire.
Bullets impacted his flesh, but the holes quickly healed, as if they had never been there.
With a high-temperature palm, he slapped a police officer away, sending them flying with an uncertain fate. A burnt smell permeated the air.
The Sheriff's expression changed, and Fisk let out a low growl, crashing his immense body into a police car. He dented and melted the vehicle, pushing it forward, sending the police car speeding wildly.
People along the way scattered and fled, and anyone who blocked his path was crushed into a pulp by his brutal force.
The current Fisk possessed scorching physical regeneration, and the Extremis Virus amplified his strength, making him rampage through the city like a savage elephant.
Things were spiraling out of control. The police called for support, and Fisk tore up a manhole cover, throwing it with terrifying force.
The speeding manhole cover was like a cannonball, causing the police officer in its path to turn pale with fright.
Just as he was about to be hit, a red figure rushed past, leaped high, and accurately kicked the side of the manhole cover with both feet.
The manhole cover flew sideways and crashed into a shop.
A figure in a dark red battle suit, with horns on his head like a demon.
The police looked at that person and uttered the name.
"Daredevil?"
"Evacuate the surrounding crowd!" Matt, ignoring the police's stunned faces, shouted the order.
That heat source had already vanished down a sewer entrance. He dropped to all fours, his enhanced hearing picking up the sound of running from underground.
Without hesitation, Matt quickly got up and chased in the direction Fisk had disappeared.
The police officer looked in the direction he had vanished, momentarily unable to react.
It was Ray who reacted quickly, pulling out his phone to dial the chief's number.
"Wilson Fisk has escaped from the court, requesting support now!"
After reporting, he gritted his teeth and chased in Matt's direction.
If he could catch the escaping Fisk, he could atone for his mistakes and also gain merit.
This was a huge FBI scandal. No one expected Fisk to have bribed so many FBI agents.
This was simply a disgrace, an unprecedented Waterloo.
The FBI was in a trust crisis. If they couldn't personally catch Fisk and bring him back, it was feared that not only Ray himself but even the entire FBI system would undergo a major overhaul.
Ray's physical fitness was good. He commandeered a motorcycle and wove through the streets in pursuit.
The initial rush of adrenaline began to fade, and he felt a pain coming from his abdomen.
Looking down, he saw blood seeping from his white shirt under his suit jacket.
Only then did he realize that he had been shot.
Earlier, he had been caught in a gunfight with a rogue FBI squad alone. Being hit by only one shot was a blessing in disguise.
Fortunately, the wound did not damage any vital organs; it was practically a miracle.
Adrenaline stimulated him, making him less sensitive to the pain.
Ray occasionally glanced at Matt, who was changing direction fluidly on the side of the road.
He was secretly surprised. That person was running at a speed equal to the motorcycle, yet showed no sign of exhaustion.
He couldn't help but recall the Superhero era he had discussed with Dax earlier.
Before this era arrived, humanity's peak physical records were held by those athletes at the Olympics.
And now, a masked vigilante from Hell's Kitchen possessed a super strength that crushed those records.
In such a large environment, it was feared that the FBI would also be restrained by those Super Heroes.
Thinking this, he saw Matt turn a corner and run into an alley.
Ray simply abandoned the motorcycle and followed on foot, gun in both hands.
The sewers were interconnected, covering the entire city.
Matt, with his super senses, tracked Fisk's movements like sonar.
He was surprised by Fisk's current physical speed. Injecting the Extremis Virus had given Fisk a completely transformed velocity.
Even Matt relied on his hearing to accelerate on the ground, saving many detours to catch up.
He stopped at a sewer entrance, removed the manhole cover, seized the opportunity, and decisively attacked. As Fisk approached, Matt dropped from the sewer, landing right on Fisk's head.
His feet were locked tightly around Fisk's thick neck, and his fists hammered down on Fisk's head one after another.
Fisk's reaction was also quick, grabbing Matt's feet to pry him off.
Unfortunately, Matt was not a large man who skipped leg day at the gym. He ran and jumped year-round, his leg muscles were developed, and he held on tightly.
Seeing that he couldn't break free for a moment, Fisk let out a low growl and crashed heavily into the sewer wall.
Matt's back hit the wall, letting out a muffled groan, and his strength couldn't help but lessen.
Fisk seized the advantage, grabbed Matt's back, and slammed him down.
"It's you again!"
Fisk was both startled and angry. "I have never provoked you!"
He didn't have much interaction with Daredevil. It was always Daredevil unilaterally causing trouble for his forces.
He didn't expect that this time, Matt running out of Hell's Kitchen was actually to stop him.
Fisk was already filled with the anger of having everything destroyed by John, which made the temperature on his body even higher.
Right now, he needed to escape this city as quickly as possible.
Afterwards, he would make a comeback and seek revenge on John.
Encountering the blocking Matt, he didn't want to get entangled either.
Speeding up, he ran through the sewer.
Matt was thrown head over heels. Without his battle suit, this blow could have directly broken Matt's bones.
Getting back up, he accelerated into a sprint, stepped on the wall to get past Fisk, turned around, and swung a punch that landed squarely on Fisk's face.
Fisk stopped in pain. He was like a raging bull, with fists as big as sandbags, and he punched Matt's arms.
Matt slid back three meters, feeling the immense force. He did not flinch.
"Unless you step over me."
"Then I'll grant you that!"
Fisk's current body was not only not clumsy but also quite agile.
Matt felt the heat wave hitting him and drew out his twin sticks to block and counterattack.
A drop of water landed on Fisk's fist, emitting white smoke, causing Fisk's fist to momentarily blur in Matt's senses.
The fist landed on his body, and Matt retreated a few more steps.
Fisk looked thoughtfully at the steam on his hand. He possessed a strong fighting awareness.
After keenly capturing Matt's blind spot, his gaze fell on the adjacent waterway.
A high-temperature kick landed on it, producing a large amount of steam.
The steam blurred Matt's senses, and Fisk's storm of fists descended.
Unable to dodge in time, Matt was beaten back step by step.
Fists landed on the dark red battle suit. Even with shock absorption, it made Matt incredibly uncomfortable.
Fisk did not stop. He grabbed Matt's head.
The temperature of his right hand rose, intending to directly roast Matt's head.
Matt let out a muffled scream, and the short stick in his right hand mercilessly smashed onto Fisk's arm.
"Crack."
The sound of bones breaking came.
Matt quickly squatted down, his helmet was torn off.
A sweeping kick hit Fisk, causing him to lose balance. The twin sticks swung down and were then gripped by Fisk with one hand.
The short stick quickly turned red, and Fisk's regenerated right hand punched towards Matt.
Matt narrowly dodged; the fist landed on the wall, causing it to shatter and leaving a melted fist print.
The overheated stick forced Matt to let go, and the weaponless Matt dodged the attack and left the wall.
Fighting here had many more restrictions for Matt.
Fisk looked at Matt's unmasked face, his expression showing a hint of understanding. "So it's you."
He remembered his Joint Construction Company. There were two small lawyers who had been causing him trouble.
The unmasked Matt was exposed.
Fisk said ferociously, "I will find every single person around you and kill them one by one."
He hated the person who had ruined his plan today.
Once he escaped, everyone around Matt would die.
A hint of an unreadable expression flashed across Matt's face.
"Don't move, hands up, FBI!"
Ray caught up. He raised his gun at Fisk and shouted, "Surrender, Fisk!"
"Ray, why do you always seek death?" Fisk turned to look at Ray.
He was still holding Matt's stick. Matt noticed his intention and shouted in alarm, "Get down!"
Fisk threw the stick in his hand forcefully, and it flew rapidly towards Ray.
The speed was too fast, coupled with the dim light in the sewer. Ray didn't have time to dodge. He pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Fisk's body, and there was no blood splatter, but orange-red light like lava. By the time Ray saw the flying stick clearly, it was too late.
His wife and children, and his Father on the sickbed, flashed before his eyes.
He was probably going to die.
He closed his eyes.
His body simply couldn't react to dodge.
The moment the stick arrived, a strong wind flew from behind.
The blade hit the sewer wall and changed direction, causing Fisk to misjudge, and his body was pierced.
Ray opened his eyes and saw the blue figure holding the stick firmly in his hand.
"Night Ghost?" He didn't expect that the person he had always wanted to find would appear and save him.
Ray's mood was very complicated.
"Hold onto your weapon."
Dax threw the stick back, and Matt caught it.
The two of them blocked Fisk from the front and back, putting him in a pincer attack.
Fisk pulled out the throwing knife, his expression sinister, his gaze darting back and forth between the two.
Unless he dealt with these two people, he couldn't leave.
Thinking this, he threw the throwing knife towards Dax and turned to rush towards Matt.
His body erupted with heat, preventing Matt from taking him head-on.
A collision sent Matt crashing into the wall, and Fisk ran off without looking back.
Dax caught the throwing knife and immediately chased after him, not even bothering with Matt.
Matt quickly got up.
One in front and one behind, they chased Fisk and engaged in multiple battles in the sewers.
During this time, Ray also provided support, but the bullets hitting Fisk's body had little effect other than causing him a little pain.
Between the chase, they met again.
This time, there was no need for many words. Dax threw seven throwing knives in a row, hitting Fisk and causing him to lose mobility.
Matt held his sticks in both hands, stepped forward, and quickly broke Fisk's hands.
Fisk roared again, and the throwing knives on his body began to melt.
Matt's twin sticks extended spikes, swinging like a meat grinder, breaking Fisk's jaw.
Dax leaped up and directly kicked Fisk's neck, causing his head to hang down.
He drew his sharp blade, about to finish off Fisk.
"Stop!"
(End of Chapter)
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