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Chapter 40
🕑 Added 2025-11-02 10:38:33 +0000 UTCAfter shutting down the system, Linen didn’t immediately eliminate the Blood Parrot Gang as the Judge.
The higher the completion rate of this side mission, the better the rewards.
The problem was that the confessions didn’t just involve New York’s dignitaries — they implicated congressmen, wealthy elites, and powerful figures from various states and cities.
Their influence was enormous — and when combined with human trafficking rings, organ smugglers, dark web buyers, and Eastern European underground forces — it was impossible for him to kill them all on his own.
Besides, Linen believed the information from that black soul was only the tip of the iceberg.
Eliminating the Blood Parrot Gang itself would be easy.
But achieving 100% completion? That was another story. He couldn’t do it alone.
After a few seconds of thought, Linen took out an anonymous phone.
“System, can you help me find the contact information of a few people?”
“No problem,” the system’s mechanical voice replied instantly.
After obtaining several contacts, Linen sent text messages to each one using the anonymous device.
Well, if he couldn’t solve the problem alone — he’d drag others into it.
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
Picking up her phone, Natasha Romanoff frowned as she saw a text from an unfamiliar number — signed only, “The Judge.”
Seeing this, Natasha immediately made her way toward Nick Fury’s office.
This was the first time Linen had reached out to her directly. She was curious about what the mysterious “Judge” wanted.
Oh, right —
Linen didn’t know that she already knew he was the Judge, thanks to the spoiler system.
So, she had to act cautious — like she didn’t know a thing.
Tony Stark’s Villa
“Judge?”
Looking at the strange message, Tony Stark raised an eyebrow. There was only one line — an address.
After thinking for a moment, Tony decided to suit up.
If the “Judge” was contacting him personally, something big must be going down.
Of course, he didn’t want to reveal his identity just yet — but curiosity was hard to resist.
A Back Alley in Queens
“Click.”
After twisting the neck of the last thug, Frank Castle holstered his gun and was about to leave when his phone buzzed.
He pulled it out, frowned, and muttered, “Judge?”
He’d heard of the Judge — especially after that last predator who molested a young girl had been acquitted in court.
Frank had planned to deal with that scum himself that night, but someone beat him to it.
Later, through his contacts, Frank learned the man had turned himself in — terrified — and received a life sentence.
It was the Judge’s doing.
Normally, Frank would have preferred to kill the man outright. But knowing that the monster would rot in prison for the rest of his life brought a certain grim satisfaction.
He didn’t know how the Judge had gotten his number,
but Frank wanted to meet him.
Brooklyn
Steve Rogers glanced down at his phone, lips pressed together.
“The Judge… that young Asian man with a sense of justice?” he murmured.
He tucked away the pocket watch with Peggy’s photo, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door.
Before leaving, he took a hundred-dollar bill from a candy tin in the drawer.
If the city he remembered had changed too much and he couldn’t find the meeting spot,
he could at least take a cab. Hopefully, a hundred dollars would still be enough for a ride seventy years later.
Half an Hour Later — Abandoned Factory by the Hudson River
Tony Stark, descending from the sky in his Iron Man armor, landed with a metallic thud.
He saw a man wearing a dark mask, exuding an unmistakable “stay away from me” aura — Linen, the Judge.
Although Tony already knew it was him, he played dumb and said,
“Hey, Judge? What’s the occasion?”
Then he glanced around.
“Who’s the guy with the blind stick? And… wow, a cool dude with two guns? What is this, a Citibank robbery?”
Linen didn’t recognize the two men beside Tony.
Were they Tony’s friends?
As Tony’s snark ended, Frank Castle, holding his pistols, turned toward Linen.
“Why’d you bring this playboy here?”
“A guy like him doesn’t belong in something like this.”
Frank’s tone was sharp, his eyes filled with disdain.
It wasn’t that he despised Tony personally — he just didn’t believe a billionaire playboy could handle real dirt.
Linen’s cold voice cut through the tension.
“We need his influence.”
Frank thought for a moment, then gave a small nod.
Matt Murdock, standing nearby with his cane, tilted his head slightly.
He could hear Tony’s steady heartbeat — not the rhythm of arrogance, but of someone genuinely curious and ready.
Just then, the roar of an engine echoed outside.
A Ford sports car pulled up, and Natasha Romanoff stepped out — with Steve Rogers in the passenger seat.
“You guys all showed up?” Tony asked, slightly surprised.
Frank’s eyes widened when he saw the man beside her.
“Steve Rogers? Captain America?”
He wasn’t unfamiliar with the name.
Though they’d never met, as a former Marine, Frank grew up hearing about Captain America’s heroics.
He’d even visited the Captain America Memorial Hall with his kids once…
Before everything was taken from him.
Steve nodded politely when Frank recognized him.
“I’ve heard about you too, Judge,” he said, turning to Linen. “You did good work forcing that child predator to confess. So… what did you call us here for?”
Natasha walked closer, her sharp eyes studying Linen.
“Natasha Romanoff,” Frank said quietly. “The famous Black Widow.”
“Long time no see, Frank,” Natasha replied with a knowing smirk. “Didn’t expect to be invited by the Judge — and to see Daredevil here too. Looks like something big’s going down tonight.”
Smiling briefly at Frank, Natasha’s gaze returned to Linen.
As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, she knew both the Punisher and Daredevil well.
Whatever this was — it wasn’t going to be ordinary.
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