Chapter 205: Defenders Assemble!

Chapter 205: Defenders Assemble!

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As the Castle family was settling into their new apartment, Peter ordered the interrogation of every captured gang member, starting with those who seemed to be charge.

Of course, he already went through their cars, phones, wallets, and other belongings, though this only confirmed their gang affiliations, which Peter already knew.

"Jarvis, find me the leaders of each gang. Mexican Cartel, Dogs of Hell, and Kitchen Irish." Peter says as he entered his office and took a seat. "Feel free to hack into any government records as well."

Although Peter has been fighting crime all over this city for almost three years, he always left the investigation work for the police.

He knew all of the major groups, though their inner workings weren't something that Peter ever cared much about.

'The police can handle it...' Peter always thought as he would usually leave evidence behind for them to follow.

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Not long after asking, Jarvis started rapidly firing off information.

"Sir, I've compiled the necessary details..." Jarvis spoke as pictures and maps appeared on his computer screen. "The Dogs of Hell are a biker gang with chapters in both Nevada and New York. Jimmy "The Bear" is the leader of the Dogs of Hell based here in New York City. They tend to gather at the Dogs of Hell bar."

"Next, The Kitchen Irish is a mobster group, led by a man named Nesbitt. Their headquarters is the Burren Club, a restaurant in Hell's Kitchen."

"Lastly, the Mexican Cartel, also known as the Juarez Cartel, is a drug cartel based in Juarez, Mexico, mainly focusing on cocaine export to the United States of America. Their leader, Vicente Carrillo Fuentes lives in a heavily guarded compound in Juarez. They are the only group that isn't based in the City." Jarvis finished his information dump.

Going over everything on screen, Peter sits back and thinks for a moment.

"Send all of this to my phone." Peter orders as he walks to the door, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket.

"Sent, sir."

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Walking down to the gym, as he knew that Frank was there, taking his anger out on the equipment, Peter decided to delegate some work to the new recruits.

Thankfully, almost every piece of equipment is enhanced to Peter's standards, so it was impossible for Frank to break anything.

"Yo!" Peter calls out as he walks in, though no one seemed to notice his arrival.

In the center of the gym was a reinforced boxing ring that Steve and Logan tended to use for sparing.

Stood around the ring, Natasha, Jessica, and Loki watched as Daredevil and Punisher fought with boxing gloves on each of their hands.

Though it wasn't really much of a fight, as Matt's enhanced senses made it impossible for Frank to land any sort of hit on him.

"Ugh..." Frank grunted as he swung a fist forward, aiming for his opponent's solar plexus.

Of course, Matt sidestepped the attack with ease and responded in turn, sending a matching attack to Frank's unguarded ribs, which landed perfectly and knocked him off of his feet.

"..." Frank remained silent in defeat as he felt pain in every organ of his body.

"And that's what happens when we underestimate our opponent." Natasha entered teacher mode as she lectured Jessica.

Stepping through to a rooftop in Hell's Kitchen, followed by Natasha and her group of ducklings, Peter motioned towards the restaurant across the street.

"He's in there." Peter says as he takes a seat at the edge of the building. "Go get him. Natasha's in charge. Follow her orders or there will be consequences."

"You won't be joining us?" Natasha asks.

"Nah, the newbies need the experience." Peter says with a shrug.

"..." Loki scowled and tightened his fists unhappily.

Although he wanted to tag along in the first place, hearing Peter treat him like some sort of lackey was infuriating.

"Alright, let's go." Natasha calls out as she parkours down the building's fire escape.

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The group watched for a moment, as she descended the building with the grace of a master gymnast.

"You heard her." Peter's voice snaps them out of it. "Get moving."

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-Burren Club-

"I said pack faster, you bumbling idiots!" A bald Irishman in a fancy suit yells angrily as he paces back and forth across the room.

All around the him, men in lesser suits were boxing up all sorts of weapons and large stacks of cash.

Ever since Spider-Man captured his men, Nesbitt was stuck with a choice. Either stay and fight a losing battle or pack up and return to Ireland with his tail between his legs.

Of course, he chose the latter option.

After all, Spider-Man and the Avenger wasn't something an ordinary Mob of criminals could deal with.

'I knew the risks...' Nesbitt thought as he recalled the deal he made a few days ago.

In exchange for an ungodly amount of firepower, Nesbitt agreed to kill a marine and his family, which wasn't exactly risky on its own.

What made the plan risky, was the fact that it would take place in New York City, the home of the Avengers.

Earths mightiest heroes.

Sadly for him, the plan failed spectacularly and now it was time to hit the road before his captured men could rat him out to Spider-Man.

"Sir, we're ready to go." A man calls out, but before anyone could reply, the windows broke open as multiple masked figures leaped inside.

"What the f*ck!?" A man with a thick Irish accent exclaims.

The intruders didn't waste a single second as they took aim at the shocked group of Irishmen and opened fire, filling the building with the sound of gunfire.

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