Kingpin coughed hard, clutching his bruised neck.
The scorpion-like chain that had dragged him from his escape elevator was gone now, but the pain remained. He lay on the shattered floor of Fisk Tower, staring up at the dark figure in front of him—Breaker, the purple-black Kamen Rider.
Kingpin's usually sharp eyes were clouded with fear.
He knew fighting skills from all over the world.
He was a mountain of muscle.
He could take on a dozen trained men and walk away like nothing happened.
But that only meant something against ordinary people.
Against this armored monster?
He had no chance.
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Kingpin's Last Bargain
Slowly, Kingpin forced himself up to his feet, breathing heavily.
"Tell me…" he rasped, glaring at Breaker. "What will it take for you to let me go?"
He spread his arms wide.
"Money. Power. Women. As long as you want it, I can give you everything!"
He tried to sound confident, but his voice shook.
Breaker didn't even look interested. He only stared at Kingpin with cold, empty eyes, as if measuring a broken machine.
For a Modia-type being like him, money, status, pleasure meant nothing.
Kingpin's smile faded.
"…So there's nothing to talk about."
He glanced around desperately.
Doctor Octopus lay in the distance, his mechanical arms cut off, burned, and twisted. No help there.
Madam Gao still held Dax down with her whip, keeping the rose-red Rider pinned to the rubble, but she was clearly struggling.
Kingpin realized the truth:
He was alone.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
There was only one thing left he could do.
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The Rage Potion
When he opened his eyes again, there was a cruel determination in them.
Without hesitating, Kingpin pulled a small vial from his pocket—a dark red liquid that pulsed faintly, as if alive. He uncorked it and swallowed it in one gulp.
This was his trump card.
Kingpin wasn't just some street boss.
He had wealth, connections, and ambition.
Hydra contacts in the shadows.
Secret lines into high places—even in the White House.
Being the "underground emperor of New York" was not enough for him.
He wanted to become a leader of the entire world.
To reach that dream, he had secretly funded many scientists. And in the Marvel world, if there's one thing that never runs out, it's mad scientists.
Give them money, and they will break any rule.
Recently, one of his underground biotech teams had created something new:
The Rage Potion.
A drug that could greatly boost a person's physical abilities for a short period of time, and in rare cases, trigger a genetic mutation.
The price?
Severe weakness for months after using it.
Sometimes even death.
Kingpin had planned to test the potion on his underlings first. He didn't care if they died—he had plenty of disposable people.
But before he could use it, a massive federal raid known as the Ames Operation swept through several of his bases. His people scattered. The test never happened.
So the potion stayed in his pocket.
He never imagined that the first test subject… would be himself.
There was something bitterly funny about that.
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Transformation of the Underground Emperor
As the potion entered his body, Kingpin began to change.
His already huge frame grew even larger. Muscles swelled like inflated steel cables, stretching his suit until the fabric tore apart.
His body fat percentage had always been incredibly low. He could already knock out a superhuman with a single punch.
But now—
His muscles surged beyond human limits.
Veins bulged beneath his skin.
His right arm thickened until it looked like a giant warhammer wrapped in steel armor.
Most terrifying of all—
His eyes turned blood-red.
He looked less like a man and more like a dark knight twisted by rage, a monster ripped from a horror comic.
"You forced me," Kingpin growled.
He raised his warhammer-like fist and slammed it into the ground.
BOOOM!!
A massive crack exploded outward from the impact, ripping through the floor.
The few remaining gang members trembled, barely able to stay standing.
At this moment, Kingpin's power had reached a truly frightening level.
"Come!" he roared. "If I'm going down, I'll drag you into the abyss with me!"
He charged straight toward Breaker like a human tank.
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Purgatory Sting
Breaker did not move at first.
Then, calmly, he shifted his stance. The scorpion-like Sting unit attached to his leg extended once more, the chain glinting with eerie blue-violet flames.
Kingpin's enormous shadow covered him as that massive fist came crashing down.
"DIE!!"
Breaker suddenly lifted his right leg—
The chain wrapped around his foot burst into ghostly flames.
BOOOM!!
Their attacks collided.
Shockwaves exploded through the hall. Debris flew in all directions.
The scorpion chain pierced through Kingpin's mutated muscles, drilling into his flesh and pumping a deadly toxin into his bloodstream.
For a brief instant, it was as if fiery characters burned in the air:
Purgatory Sting.
Breaker yanked his leg back, already turning away, not bothering to watch.
Behind him—
Kingpin froze, standing stiff as a statue.
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The Death of Kingpin
"Ghh… ah… AHHHHH!!"
Scarlet lightning burst from Kingpin's body. Purple fire lit up beneath his skin.
His muscles twitched and twisted. Veins bulged and ruptured. The toxin raced through him like a storm of knives.
The light inside him grew brighter and brighter—
Until it reached its peak.
Then he exploded.
"BOOOOM!!"
Flesh and blood splashed in every direction, turning the floor into a sea of gore.
Chunks of poisoned meat and burning blood rained down over the remaining gang members.
Those who were splashed screamed as their bodies melted, collapsing into puddles of rotten flesh within seconds.
The scene became a living hell, as if the hallway had turned into a small version of the underworld.
The underground emperor of New York—Kingpin—was dead.
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Madam Gao's End
On the other side of the ruined hall, Madam Gao watched Kingpin's horrible death and sighed.
She had failed to save him.
But in her mind, that was fine too. A dead emperor simply meant new opportunities in the underworld.
She decided to flee.
She turned to leave—
But the ground shook with a heavy impact.
Dax climbed up from the rubble, dust falling off his rose-red armor. He tore the whip from his ankle and tossed it aside.
He looked around and pouted.
"What the—? It's already over? I wanted to play some more."
Then his eyes landed on Madam Gao.
He smiled behind his mask.
"Well… let's finish quickly then. Otherwise, Breaker will get mad."
Madam Gao instinctively stepped back. She wanted to say something—
But a red flash cut across her vision.
Dax moved faster than she could see.
SHING!
Her throat opened in a clean line.
Blood sprayed into the air like rain.
She collapsed without even understanding how she died.
The motion was simple. Smooth. Almost casual.
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No Witnesses
"Fast," Breaker's cold voice sounded at Dax's side. He had walked over silently.
"Destroy the rest," Breaker ordered. "The president doesn't want anyone alive who knows what happened tonight."
"Got it!"
Dax turned, spreading his steel falcon wings with excitement.
Some of the gang members had been hiding, hoping to slip away in the chaos. They forced smiles when they saw Dax looking at them, trying to pretend they were harmless.
Too late.
Dax yanked the handle on his belt again.
"Flying Utopia!"
Crimson light flared along the metal feathers of his wings.
He kicked downward with his right foot—
"BOOM!!"
A storm of glowing red feather-arrows shot from his wings, raining down like a bloody meteor shower.
The light feathers pierced the hearts of every surviving thug.
No screams.
No second chances.
They dropped where they stood.
Within seconds, the entire hall was silent.
The mission was complete.
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Escape From Fisk Tower
Not long after the last body fell, a blaring siren echoed in the distance.
Police.
It was impossible for this kind of destruction to stay quiet. Fisk Tower stood in the heart of New York City. Even late at night, an explosion, screams, and shockwaves were going to draw attention.
Breaker walked to the edge of the shattered floor and looked down at the growing line of flashing red and blue lights.
"Mission complete. We're leaving."
Dax looked almost disappointed.
"Already? That was my first mission. I'm not done having fun…"
But he didn't dare to disobey.
Breaker turned to him. "Go. Don't let anyone see you."
"Understood!"
Dax spread his wings wide, shot up into the sky, and disappeared into the night like a crimson shooting star.
Breaker, meanwhile, canceled his transformation, his armor dissolving in a shimmer of light.
He stepped onto the edge of the rooftop.
And then—
Jumped.
The wind roared past him as he fell, his coat and golden hair whipping wildly.
Instead of fear, he felt a strange joy.
For a heartbeat, he looked like a lonely warrior falling through firelight, free from gravity, free from everything.
CRASH!!
He landed hard, cracking the pavement and carving a crater into the street. He rose slowly, expression calm, as if nothing had happened.
"Right," he murmured. "Almost forgot something."
He snapped his fingers.
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Burning New York
High above, inside Fisk Tower, the main security system detected the command.
[Full intrusion detected.]
[Security breach cannot be stopped.]
[Self-destruct protocol activating.]
[Beginning detonation.]
Just as the first police units reached the plaza in front of the building—
Fisk Tower exploded.
The blast started at the top floors and rushed downward, floor by floor, like a fiery waterfall.
Flames burst into the night sky, lighting up the city.
Breaker walked away calmly, his back outlined by the blazing inferno, like a warrior leaving a battlefield that no longer mattered.
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George's Realization
Police cars screeched to a halt.
Doors flew open.
Captain George Stacy stepped out, adjusting his police cap as he stared up at the burning tower.
Reflected fire danced in his eyes.
He had barely finished a late dinner before being dragged out of bed by an emergency call. Now he stood in front of one of the most important buildings in the city, watching it collapse in flames.
"It looks like…" he muttered, tightening his grip on his cap, "the entire underground world of New York is about to change."
He had no idea exactly what had happened—but he understood one thing:
This night would shake the city's criminal order to its core.
He sighed.
"It's going to be busy for a while…"
At least, he thought, they had those newly introduced police-type Modia Units helping on the front lines now. With support from those advanced android officers, the regular police would suffer fewer casualties in the chaos that was sure to come.
High above, the last pieces of Fisk Tower crumbled.
New York burned.
And somewhere in the shadows, Breaker and Dax vanished into the dark, ready for the next mission.
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