Inside the Church of the Hand, chaos had erupted.
The underground chamber was no longer a sanctuary.
It had turned into a battlefield.
Ordinary believers, terrified and confused, were forced to defend themselves with whatever they could grab.
Chairs.
Broken table legs.
Brooms.
Some even used the severed limbs of fallen companions as desperate weapons.
The scene was horrific.
Until their final moments, many of them could not understand what had happened.
The people attacking them were the same leaders they had once trusted.
The same "My Lords" they had respected and worshiped.
Why were those leaders suddenly slaughtering them like animals?
No one could answer.
---
Seeing the massacre, Blindspot clenched his teeth.
He gently placed his injured mother in a corner of the room.
Then he picked up her twin blades.
The wound on his waist was still bleeding.
But there was no time to worry about pain.
Blindspot charged forward and intercepted the attackers.
He blocked the path of Ten Fingers' loyal followers, preventing them from reaching the helpless civilians.
Blood dripped steadily down his side.
But he kept fighting.
---
Meanwhile—
One block away.
A dirty yellow taxi moved slowly down the street.
Inside the car, Elektra was visibly irritated.
She glared sharply at the driver.
"Can't you go any faster?!"
She had received intelligence earlier that the Hand would attack the Church of the Hand tonight.
And she knew something else.
Matt would definitely go there.
He had recently taken a new apprentice.
Matt would never abandon him.
But if the taxi continued at this speed…
By the time they arrived—
Everything would already be over.
The driver, Dupont, felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze.
"Yes—yes!"
He nervously stepped harder on the accelerator.
The speed increased.
From 35 km/h…
To 40 km/h.
Elektra stared at the speedometer.
Her face slowly twisted into silent despair.
She placed a hand over her face.
She had made a terrible mistake.
A truly terrible mistake.
It would have been faster to hail any random car on the street than to wait thirty minutes for a taxi that drove slower than a bicycle.
Deadpool glanced sideways at her expression.
"I bet you're thinking we should've just hailed another car."
Elektra snapped back irritably.
"Isn't that obvious?"
Deadpool shook his head calmly.
"No."
His voice carried a strange pride.
"Besides Dupont…"
"To this day, the number of taxi drivers who can drive me ten kilometers straight without kicking me out of the car can be counted on one hand."
He paused thoughtfully.
"Frequently changing taxis would actually slow us down more."
"Unless you're trying to save a few dollars in fare."
Deadpool spoke from experience.
Most drivers kicked him out halfway through the trip.
Some didn't even charge him.
Instead they spat on the ground afterward.
As a symbolic farewell.
Elektra stared at him in disbelief.
"You sound proud of that."
Deadpool nodded.
"Of course."
Elektra frowned.
"Is that something to be proud of?"
Deadpool asked calmly.
"Can you do it?"
"Absolutely not."
"Then there you go."
Deadpool gave a proud thumbs-up.
"If I have something others don't, why can't I be proud?"
Elektra rubbed her temples.
Her headache intensified.
Without the driver's help, she probably would have kicked Deadpool out of the car already.
Suddenly—
She felt a strange sympathy for Dupont.
How many lifetimes of bad karma did this poor driver have to accumulate…
To encounter a passenger like Deadpool?
But that sympathy lasted exactly three seconds.
Because Dupont suddenly spoke.
"Mr. Wade…"
He glanced nervously in the rearview mirror.
His eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Who is this beautiful girl?"
"Is she your girlfriend?"
He paused.
"She looks… like she's pouting."
Elektra's sympathy vanished instantly.
Her hand slipped.
Thud!
Her forehead hit the car window.
She stared outside silently.
She had made the worst decision of her life.
She should have gone to Matt herself.
Win or lose—
She would have accepted the outcome.
Instead she had chosen Deadpool.
This man…
And every friend he knew…
Were all equally insane.
Deadpool answered casually.
"No."
"She's the ex-girlfriend of one of my best friends."
"After the breakup she couldn't move on."
"So now she's paying me fifty thousand dollars to accompany her and kill my best friend."
Dupont inhaled sharply.
"Hiss…"
"Are all ex-girlfriends like that?"
His worldview began collapsing.
He thought about his beloved Gita.
What if someday they broke up?
Would she hire an assassin to kill him?
Dupont shivered.
He would be heartbroken.
Deadpool shook his head.
"Not all ex-girlfriends."
He glanced at Dupont with mild pity.
"Your future ex-girlfriend—assuming you even get one—probably wouldn't do that."
Dupont looked confused.
"Why?"
Deadpool answered bluntly.
"Come on, buddy."
"Who would spend fifty thousand dollars to assassinate a taxi driver who can't even scrape together two hundred dollars?"
Dupont paused.
"…That's true."
Then he relaxed.
But somehow—
His chest still hurt a little.
---
Meanwhile—
Inside the main hall of the Church of the Hand.
The battle between Daredevil and the Fist raged fiercely.
Matt was weaker.
The Fist had superior strength.
Superior speed.
But Matt possessed something else.
Unbelievable reaction speed.
His senses allowed him to predict attacks almost before they happened.
Every strike from the Fist was countered a moment early.
This infuriated the monster.
But the Fist had its own advantage.
It felt no pain.
It never tired.
Ordinary attacks meant nothing to it.
Which meant the battle had reached a stalemate.
Then suddenly—
Matt smiled.
His senses detected something.
Two familiar presences had arrived.
Reinforcements.
---
Deadpool and Elektra entered the hall.
They immediately saw Daredevil fighting the monstrous Fist.
Deadpool drew his swords and prepared to charge.
But Elektra grabbed his arm.
Her voice was cold.
"Who exactly are you planning to help?"
Deadpool shrugged.
"I'll help whoever you tell me to."
"But remember something."
"If Matt dies and your daughter isn't found…"
"The fifty thousand dollar fee still applies."
He added thoughtfully.
"Of course, considering the emotional trauma of losing both your daughter and your ex-boyfriend…"
"I can give you a 9.98% discount."
Daredevil heard this conversation.
He was completely confused.
What daughter?
What clues?
Who were they planning to help?
None of it made sense.
But through the floor, he could sense something worse.
The underground battle.
Blindspot's presence was weakening.
He needed to go down immediately.
He almost shouted for them to help Blindspot instead.
But he hesitated.
Both of them—
A ninja.
And a mercenary.
They would kill anyone they encountered.
Matt understood practicality.
But deep inside—
He still couldn't cross that line.
Finally he shouted:
"Help me stop him!"
His plan was simple.
If they could hold the Fist here—
He would go rescue Blindspot.
The Fist wasn't human.
Destroying it wasn't murder.
Elektra clenched her teeth.
"Fine."
"Deal with the Fist first!"
Deadpool saluted dramatically.
"Yes ma'am!"
He drew his twin swords and jumped into the battle.
The pressure on Daredevil instantly dropped.
Without hesitation, Matt ran toward the underground chamber.
But—
Whoosh!
A kunai flew past his head.
Matt stopped.
Elektra stood in front of him.
Her jitte blocked his path.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Elektra, move!"
Matt spoke urgently.
"I have to save Blindspot!"
"Tell me where my daughter is."
"Then I'll let you pass."
Matt looked stunned.
"Where did you even get a daughter from?"
Elektra's eyes flashed dangerously.
Without another word—
She attacked.
Matt retreated helplessly.
"Alright, alright!"
"I won't go!"
"Let's kill the Fist together first!"
"Then Deadpool can rescue Blindspot!"
Elektra narrowed her eyes.
She glanced toward Deadpool—
Who was completely dominating the Fist.
She pointed downward.
"Go."
Deadpool stared at them.
"…Do I look like a babysitter?"
"Boss."
"This is two separate jobs."
"Payment must increase."
Elektra replied calmly.
"Another ten thousand."
Deadpool kicked the Fist square in the chest.
The monster stumbled backward.
Deadpool flipped away smoothly.
"Deal!"
Without another word—
He ran toward the underground chamber.
Behind him—
Daredevil and Elektra exchanged a brief glance.
Then they attacked together.
The two former lovers moved with perfect coordination.
The legendary husband-and-wife tag-team combat had begun.
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