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Liam leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as he processed Wesley's words.

"Keep your men watching Fisk's other known associates. I'll handle this," Liam said. He disconnected the call before Wesley could respond. Liam didn't immediately act and waited for the night to settle in. After midnight, he moved with eerie silence, slipping between the cracks of the city like a shadow. Fisk had been smart, but he wasn't untouchable. If he had gone to ground, there was only one place he would retreat to first—the last person on Earth he truly trusted.

His mother.

Liam arrived at the nursing home in the Bronx, standing just outside the entrance. The flickering streetlamp above cast long shadows across the pavement. His wraith sight activated once more, tracing ghostly echoes inside.

Liam entered through an open window, moving unnoticed past the night nurse at the reception desk. He followed the echoes up the stairs, stopping just outside a dimly lit room. Through the wall, he could see her—a frail, elderly woman seated in a rocking chair, staring at a black-and-white television.

Liam didn't hesitate and went straight to dominate the frail woman. He felt no guilt; she wasn't a saint. She may have suffered from domestic violence, but she had also created a monster. She had always known what her son had become, yet she had protected him, allowing countless others to suffer because of her blind motherly instincts.

Fisk had been careful—so careful that even Wesley hadn't known about his mother. Finding her had taken time, effort, and Tony's help. But now, here she was, and she would give him exactly what he needed.

"Where is Fisk?" Liam asked, his voice laced with supernatural command.

"There are different properties my son owns. One of them has a bunker…" She gave away the location without resistance, her voice eerily monotone under Liam's influence. He memorized it—it wasn't far.

Liam stepped back into the shadows, vanishing as silently as he had arrived. The hunt was over. The execution was about to begin.

Navigating through the streets of New York, Liam moved unseen. He arrived at the location—an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Hidden within was a bunker, Fisk's last resort.

Liam perched atop a steel beam, surveying the area. He activated his spectral vision, scanning the depths of the warehouse. Below the foundation, he saw it—a heavily fortified chamber, shielded from sight and sound. Fisk was inside.

There were no guards, no reinforcements. He didn't trust anyone. Soon, he reached the entrance of the bunker. He summoned the Storm javelin and went inside. Then he decided to use a combo. The entrance was heavily fortified with very thick steel, so breaking it down wouldn't be easy.

First, he hurled an Ice Storm, encasing the entire door in ice until it looked as if it had been sculpted from frost. Then he summoned a Living Flame that struck the metal. The instant change in temperature created a high-pressure difference, causing the door to crack before bursting apart within seconds.

Debris and smoke flew everywhere as Liam kicked the broken door, sending the shattered parts flying like cheap wood. He floated inside, only to be met with a rain of gunfire. While hovering, his invisible shield remained active, rendering the bullets useless.

The smoke finally cleared, and Fisk came face-to-face with his nightmare for the first time.

"Tony Stark..?" Fisk asked, holding his gun and pointing at the Storm javelin. Fisk knew that Stark Industries had been after him since the Pier incident. Though Stark's lawyers hadn't come after him directly, they had dismantled his associates and business. It was only a matter of time before he was caught and sent to prison.

Recently, he had also discovered that Wesley had betrayed him. He had wanted to kill him but never got the chance. So, he decided to hide until the storm blew over, planning to reemerge and take his revenge. But it seemed he had not expected his hideout to be discovered.

Which meant only one thing—his mother was compromised. That was why he had opened fire without hesitation. Seeing the Storm javelin made his blood boil.

"Oh yeah, everybody thinks this armor belongs to Tony. Yeah, he borrowed it from me," Liam said.

Fisk was taken aback. The voice inside the javelin didn't belong to Tony at all. Fisk's mind was racing against time as he was trying to figure out who was so bloodthirsty for him. He had been responsible for many deaths, but he also made sure that none of the murders could be related to him and uncovering any evidence would be very hard.

"Who are you? Why have you come for me?" Fisk growled through clenched teeth.

"Normally, I wouldn't bother with a lowlife like you. Actually, I still don't. You're just a side quest I picked up because I got bored," Liam said.

"I... What…" Fisk snarled.

"Let's get this over with. I have exams," Liam said. Then a spectral form of himself appeared in front of Fisk. Before he could fire his gun at the ghostly figure, a sword pierced through his heart.

The crime lord staggered, dropping to one knee as the blade remained embedded in his chest.

"I... have not... achieved what I wanted…"

Fisk had many questions. He didn't even know the identity of the man who had come for him. He didn't know if his mother was safe. He didn't know why he had lost everything. And worst of all, he knew he would never see his dream come true.

He had regrets. But the world had given him no chance to fulfill his goals.

The Kingpin of Crime was no more.

Liam glanced around at the well-stocked bunker, filled with rations that could have lasted a long time. But none of it mattered now. He had made a mess of this place.

"SHIELD's gonna have a hard time explaining this one," Liam muttered as he walked away.

Minutes after he left, multiple black cars arrived. Liam had already tipped Fury off about Fisk's downfall. Now it was their turn to clean up.