No one makes my more afraid to turn the page than Jason Aaron.

More than once while reading this issue I had to turn my head because I couldn’t believe or couldn’t take what I was seeing. Steve Dillon certainly doesn’t help matters either.  The faces he draws portray powerful emotions – believable terror and agony and rage.

Why the heck am I reading this book then?

Because the craftsmanship at work here is unbelievably exceptional.  Both Dillon and Aaron are such masterful storytellers that as repugnant as everything they’re showing and telling me may be, I still need to know what happens next.

I spent the whole issue trying to figure out, between Deadpool, Kingpin, all the crooked cops, and even Frank, who the worst villain of the bunch was. I’m starting to think that the true villains of this book might be Aaron and Dillon, themselves. Dudes are twisted.