The Hand's secret base.
Madame Gao, her eyes as black as ink and emitting a faint dark aura, reported respectfully to the Beast, who was seated in the main seat:
"Beast God, the police have deployed a large number of police forces in the outer districts of Hell's Kitchen. I'm afraid those civilians and gang members who have been mentally polluted are simply unable to break through their defenses."
"Then help them."
The Beast, who had been closing his eyes to rest and enjoying the pleasure of the constant increase in power, slowly opened his eyes in the main seat.
A strange, bloody red light flashed in his eyes.
As the scale of the riots in Hell's Kitchen continued to rise and the number of people increased.
He had absorbed a considerable amount of power from the malice generated by the chaos and violence.
It was even comparable to the realm he could reach in the Hell dimension using his demon body.
Earth is so delicious!
Therefore, the Beast absolutely could not allow anyone to hinder the implementation of his plan.
He immediately waved his hand and ordered Madame Gao, Murakami, and others:
"It's time to let those humans see the power of the Hand. For those who dare to hinder the spread of 'chaos'... kill them all without mercy!"
"Yes, sir!!" * 4
...
Queens.
Urged by hunger, a sleepy Gwen finally crawled out of her warm bed and dragged her tired body to the refrigerator.
She barely managed to find a slightly hardened package of bread slices, a box of oatmeal, and milk, and sat at the dusty dining table to enjoy her breakfast, lunch, and dinner...
Although Gwen didn't think of herself as a "waste" in life.
But it was undeniable that her father, George Stacy, had taken such good care of her before.
It could even be said that he was meticulous.
So, since her father's death, Gwen's daily life had been completely messed up.
Sometimes she even forgot to buy daily food.
Not to mention cleaning the room regularly.
In addition, the forced "devilization" during the battle with the Defenders a few days ago almost took Gwen's life.
After returning home, she slept for three days and two nights before barely recovering her spirits.
But she still looked like a sloppy mess.
There was no way.
Before being reforged into an immortal body by the Warp, Gwen's mortal shell was destined to not be able to withstand too much Khorne's original power.
So it was normal to have some sequelae.
Fortunately, the pierced wound on her shoulder had automatically healed in the past few days.
But even Gwen herself couldn't figure out whether her "spider abilities" or the blessing from the Blood God had played a role in such a powerful self-healing ability.
But if she thought about it carefully, it should probably be... the former?
After all, some of the injuries Gwen suffered when she first became Spider-Woman would automatically heal in a very short period of time.
It's just that she had never paid attention to this aspect before.
Then Gwen turned on the TV, ready to eat and watch.
But as soon as she switched to the paid column channel of the Daily Bugle, she was immediately attracted by the news being urgently broadcast inside, and the related images taken from a helicopter's overhead view.
The streets of Hell's Kitchen were filled with smoke and crowds of people.
Almost everyone who appeared in the picture was attacking others indiscriminately, or being attacked by others.
Blood was splattered on the ground, and severed limbs were everywhere.
Those injured with broken heads and bleeding faces collapsed on the ground pale.
Beside them, there were several corpses piled up in a mess, beaten to a bloody pulp.
Such a tragic scene was as if Hell's Kitchen had really become hell.
And the camera quickly switched to the streets leading to the periphery.
At this time, a large group of rioters armed with simple weapons were fiercely confronting the police in front of the cordon.
They first tried to break through the card violently.
After being successfully blocked, they became angry and picked up bricks, stones, and other debris and threw them at the police officers holding riot shields.
From time to time, several rioters with homemade Molotov cocktails would pop up from the rear of the crowd and throw them in the direction of the police and police cars.
Several unlucky police officers were hit by kerosene and screamed and rolled around on the spot.
So the police had to abandon the first line of defense and were forced to contract the front line...
"Why is Uncle Frank there too?!"
Gwen keenly captured the figure of Police Chief Frank Castle in a fleeting shot.
But what really made her feel puzzled was, what happened in Hell's Kitchen?
Why did such a large-scale riot suddenly break out?
At this moment, the live broadcast screen was suddenly divided into two, cut in half from the middle, John Jameson appeared in the left half of the screen, and said to the camera with a solemn expression:
"Dear viewers, as you can see now, an unprecedented riot has suddenly occurred in Hell's Kitchen."
"Due to some currently unknown factors, a large number of residents and gang members have taken to the streets with weapons like they have lost their minds, and have begun to attack others indiscriminately."
"What everyone should pay special attention to is that those who have been attacked will soon become people who attack others... Wait a minute, there seems to be another emergency on the scene."
Before John Jameson could finish speaking, he saw in the live broadcast screen on the right that a group of Hand ninjas wearing black tights and holding samurai swords suddenly rushed out from behind the crowd who had been scared away by the high-pressure water cannon.
They nimbly avoided the shooting of the high-pressure water cannon, then jumped and rushed behind the police car, waving their knives at the unprepared police officers.
In just a few breaths, a dozen police officers fell in a pool of blood.
Bang bang bang——
The other police officers who came back to their senses took out their guns and fired.
However, before the mission, the high-level officials of the City Hall had issued an order that everyone in this operation should use non-lethal rubber bullets to avoid causing adverse social impact and triggering a larger-scale riot.
Therefore, even if someone successfully hit those ninjas, they could not cause fatal injuries to them.
These ninjas had greatly increased their physique and strength under the power of the Beast, and seemed to have had their pain removed.
So as long as they were not unlucky enough to be hit in the eyes and temples, even if they were hit by large-caliber rubber bullets at close range, it would only slightly delay their actions.
Fortunately, some of the police officers had taken the opportunity to run back to the car and replaced the magazines filled with non-lethal rubber bullets with live ammunition.
This prevented the embarrassing situation of the entire line of defense being completely broken through.
But even so, the scene was still in chaos.
"Those are Hand ninjas..."
At this time, John Jameson's voice sounded again, "Now it can finally be determined that this riot was completely planned and implemented by the Hand."
"Although I don't know what their real purpose in doing this is for the time being, it should be related to this unknown that is spreading rapidly among people like a plague..."
John Jameson paused slightly, seemingly thinking about how to describe the current situation.
In the end, he decided to use "pollution" as a temporary term.
"Although it sounds a bit absurd, as you can see, this unknown 'pollution' has caused the people of Hell's Kitchen to fall into a state of mutual slaughter.
If the Hand's actions cannot be successfully curbed, I believe it will not take long before it spreads to the entire city."
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Although he said it seriously, Lao Zhan, who had long been accustomed to big scenes by being around Carl, did not have a trace of panic on his face, and instantly gave a very accurate judgment.
Most of the old fans in the live broadcast room also behaved very calmly.
After all, in the past few months, they had witnessed many more brutal events than the current scene with the Daily Bugle's camera.
The threshold for emergencies has been raised very high.
So now, as long as Lao Zhan hasn't run away and is still broadcasting live, they don't bother to toss around, and each of them has a stable mentality like an old dog.
But what they don't know is that the Daily Bugle building has already been protected by the Deathwalkers sent by the Wizard Society.
Selena even personally took a helicopter and went to the front line with the war correspondent to shoot the footage.
So even if this riot eventually gets out of control and spreads to the entire New York, the employees of the Daily Bugle will have plenty of time to evacuate.
And the remaining small number of new fans, or passers-by, were frightened by such a scene.
Some people even skillfully jumped into the car, and hurriedly started their escape journey with cash and credit cards.
Just.
Often, the car had just driven out of the community when it was directly blocked on the road.
Because as the situation rapidly escalated, many people had the same idea as them...
"Not good, Uncle Frank is in danger."
Gwen stood up abruptly, stuffed the bread slices in her hand into her mouth, then rushed back to the room to change into her Spider-Woman suit, and jumped out of the window.
Whether it was out of the selfishness of wanting the other party to help find the real murderer who killed her father, or because she couldn't bear to see a good policeman like her father who was loyal to his duty die tragically on the street, Gwen couldn't choose to stand idly by.
And, she has an unfinished business with the Hand.
She had already learned from the hospital that the news of the teenagers who were called "sacrifices" had been taken away.
The anger that surged in her heart, and the inexplicable boiling fighting spirit, immediately swept away Gwen's previous malaise.
The petite figure swayed nimbly back and forth between the tall buildings.
Finally, in a few ups and downs, she disappeared into the dark night.
...
Outer districts of Hell's Kitchen.
"Damn it, have these ninjas all been possessed by Terminators? Why are they so hard to kill one by one?"
"Yeah, except for headshots or hitting the heart, otherwise these guys will still pounce up like zombies..."
"Sir, what should we do? If this continues, the line of defense will collapse!"
Due to the large number of police officers killed by ninjas, and the rioters in Hell's Kitchen taking the opportunity to constantly attack the line of defense, the situation on the scene has become increasingly precarious.
The middle-aged police chief in charge of the defense work on this street could only grit his teeth and scold:
"Stop talking nonsense, all of you hold on... Except for that group of damn ninjas, absolutely do not open fire on civilians."
"The headquarters just sent a message that the National Guard has mobilized troops to come and support us."
"Also, the City Hall has also leased a team of super-powered people from the Vought Corporation, and they will arrive here soon... At that time, it will be the death of that group of damn ninjas."
There was no way.
There were just too many civilians participating in the riot this time.
And the conventional means of dispersal and deterrence are simply useless for this group of crazy guys.
They couldn't possibly kill all the tens of thousands of people gathered on the streets of Hell's Kitchen in front of the live cameras of the Daily Bugle and other major newspapers, right?
If they really did that, I'm afraid that tomorrow morning, the other forty-nine states of America except New York State would choose to be independent under the banner of respecting human rights.
So... what else could he do other than hold on?
Fortunately, the Vought Corporation's super-powered team didn't make everyone wait too long.
Soon, A-Train's member, Noir, whose whole body was wrapped in black leather armor, led four "second-tier heroes" to the intersection of Hell's Kitchen and Eighth Avenue.
They were Blindspot, who was blind but possessed super hearing and great strength.
Supersonic, who possessed super speed and could reach 342 meters per second at full speed, claiming to be the second fastest man in the world (the first fastest man is currently A-Train).
Clawdia, who had a pair of retractable carbon steel claws and had used these sharp claws to tear apart tanks.
And Eagle, who possessed amazing shooting accuracy and was said to be able to use a bow and arrow for perfect aiming.
Although after the assessment by the Risk Assessment Department, the high-level officials of the Vought Corporation unanimously believed that this was just a large-scale riot with a relatively low danger level, so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary.
But it is not difficult to see from the lineup that the high-level officials still attach great importance to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to create momentum.
That's why they specially sent Noir, and carefully selected four team members who could shine in battle.
"WTF? What the hell is going on? Why are there only five people?"
When a group of police officers saw this, a sense of confusion arose in their hearts that "New York's finances have gone bankrupt, so the City Hall can't afford the money."
Noir ignored the group of police officers and did not speak, but raised his hand and pointed to the Hand ninjas who were hunting police officers everywhere on the opposite side.
The four super-powered people behind him immediately understood, and immediately pounced on the group of ninjas...
