Just as one of the 'Old Mos' was taking a small package of white powder from his satchel to hand over, a flash of cold light appeared. The short man directly hacked off his entire hand with a cleaver.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The 'Old Mo' was stunned for a full two seconds before he reacted, scrambling backward while clutching his severed wrist, howling in agony.
"Fu*k, that damn lunatic! He chopped off my hand!"
"Holy sh*t?!"
Just as the other two gang members belatedly drew their pistols, aiming at the knife-wielding short man and preparing to pull the trigger,
the scene that suddenly unfolded before them completely shattered their fighting spirit, causing them to turn tail and flee like stray dogs.
The once-empty street was now teeming with a large crowd of civilians consumed by inexplicable rage.
Armed with baseball bats, cleavers, golf clubs, and even small-caliber handguns, they attacked anyone and everyone, with no fixed target.
Gang members in the streets and alleys, as well as unfamiliar passersby,
anyone who looked even slightly displeasing became their target.
Even those office workers who usually lived cautiously were now acting like ruthless gangsters, venting their pent-up resentment on strangers around them.
This scene wasn't limited to just this street; similar events were unfolding on every street in Hell's Kitchen.
A certain 'malice' was spreading like a plague, constantly expanding outward from the core area.
...
Initially, the NYPD (New York City Police Department) didn't take the sudden riot seriously after receiving the report.
They assumed it was just a typical gang war.
After all, this kind of thing was far too common in Hell's Kitchen.
It would be strange if fewer than a dozen gang members died each day.
But gradually, as the police forces sent there to investigate and maintain order were violently attacked, and the number of casualties continued to climb, along with emergency calls from various precincts in Manhattan...
The NYPD's higher-ups finally started to get worried.
They realized that a large-scale, uncontrollable riot was likely occurring in Hell's Kitchen.
The police force in Manhattan alone couldn't contain it.
So the NYPD quickly dispatched a large number of police officers from nearby Queens, the Bronx, Staten Island, and Brooklyn to support Hell's Kitchen.
And they issued a strict order.
They had to seal off all the streets leading out of Hell's Kitchen as quickly as possible.
They couldn't allow the riot to spread to the entire New York City.
...
One hour later.
The intersection of the outer edge of Hell's Kitchen and Eighth Avenue.
Hundreds of police cars were parked across the streets, forming a series of barricades.
In front of the police cars stood a line of officers in riot gear, holding riot shields.
Behind the police cars were a dozen high-pressure water cannon trucks, specifically used to disperse rioters.
If any rioters charged the first line of defense, the officers would first hit them with a barrage of rubber bullets, tear gas, and stun grenades.
If that failed to effectively deter and disperse the rioters, then the second round would be the high-pressure water cannons.
"Oh, sh*t?!"
When Police Chief Frank Castle arrived at the scene with his men and saw the chaotic scene of smoke, fire, and screams beyond the barricade, his heart sank.
Hell's Kitchen was probably really turning into hell this time, wasn't it?
Police Chief Frank Castle then quickly found the police chief in charge of the scene to understand the situation.
The police chief who had arrived before them was also looking completely dumbfounded.
"You might not believe it, but just a few tens of minutes ago, I had just patrolled past Eighth Avenue, and there wasn't a single soul on the street."
"But who would have thought that just as we were about to return to the police station, we suddenly saw a group of rioters rushing out from the direction of Hell's Kitchen."
"These lunatics are attacking anyone they see, smashing any car they see, and looting any store they see. They have no reason at all... At first, we thought these people were junkies high on drugs, but we later found out that wasn't the case."
"Hmm?!"
Police Chief Frank Castle clearly noticed a look of fear and trepidation on the face of the police chief opposite him.
Before he could ask, he heard the other party continue:
"Back then, the defense line hadn't been completely established yet. I personally saw several brothers being dragged over by that group of rioters and joining their ranks shortly after!!"
"So... no matter what happened inside Hell's Kitchen, it's constantly spreading outward as the violence escalates."
"What?"
The police officers who had come to support suddenly felt a chill down their spines.
They weren't afraid of ordinary rioters. As long as they reasonably emptied their magazines, they could solve all human rights issues.
After all, "Freedom, America, gunfights every day" wasn't a joke.
But if "supernatural powers" were involved, most police officers would almost certainly chicken out.
Because a police officer's life is also a life!
Whoosh—
At this moment, several homemade Molotov cocktails suddenly flew from behind the crowd towards the police officers holding riot shields.
"Ah, someone help me, I'm on fire..."
Even with the protection of the riot shields, several police officers were still ignited by the liquid that spilled out after the homemade Molotov cocktails shattered.
They immediately dropped their riot shields and began to frantically pat out the flames on their bodies.
Without the protection of the riot shields, a large number of gravel, bricks, and even 'oli gei' (a disgusting food) came crashing in through the gaps.
Seeing this, the person in charge of the scene quickly picked up a loudspeaker and ordered, "Not good, those guys are going to lose control! Everyone quickly retreat behind the barricade."
Police Chief Frank Castle led his men forward with fire extinguishers to provide support and loudly reminded, "Everyone be careful, try not to make direct physical contact with those rioters."
"Yes Sir!!"
...
New York City Hall.
Inside the mayor's office.
A slightly overweight middle-aged female secretary walked in anxiously to report:
"Mr. Mayor, we just received the latest news from Hell's Kitchen. The situation seems to be developing in an uncontrollable direction."
"Although the police forces supporting from other districts have all arrived, the police have carried out several rounds of special operations to suppress the riots, but they have all ended in failure. The scale of the violence is still increasing. If this continues, I'm afraid it will spread to the entire Manhattan district before the sun rises tomorrow."
The current mayor, Owen McGill, stood indifferently by the window, gazing at the direction of Hell's Kitchen in the dark night, and snorted:
"I really don't know what madness has seized these lowly people... Has SHIELD responded yet? Now is the time when we need those Avengers to quell the unrest. Where have they all gone?"
The middle-aged female secretary shook her head somewhat awkwardly. "The people from SHIELD said that situations like this, which are unrelated to a global crisis, are not worthy of mobilizing the Avengers."
"Hmph, I knew it would be like this."
Owen McGill seemed to have expected this. Without even thinking, he directly ordered:
"Immediately contact Vought and have them send a team of superpowered individuals to help the police quell this riot... The City Hall will pay for this."
"Yes."
After the middle-aged female secretary left the office and closed the door again, Owen McGill immediately took out an encrypted phone from his desk drawer, found the only number saved inside, and dialed it.
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The phone rang a few times before it was answered. Owen McGill took the lead in speaking in a slightly flattering tone:
"Mr. Fisk, as you predicted, the riots in Hell's Kitchen have reached the brink of spiraling out of control. According to your previous instructions, I have already sent someone to contact the Vought Corporation."
"Mr. Mayor, you've done well."
Kingpin's deep voice came from the phone, "But I hope you can understand a truth, and that is that sometimes, to achieve your goals, you must make some sacrifices!"
"Throughout my life, I have often been in dangerous situations, but in the end, I have always been able to turn defeat into victory. That's because of this!"
Owen McGill quickly responded with a fawning smile, "Then what do you think about my re-election..."
"Don't worry."
Kingpin said meaningfully, "I never treat my own people badly. I will take care of your campaign funds and your competitors for you."
Owen McGill was overjoyed when he heard this, and he quickly nodded and bowed to thank him, "Thank you, Mr. Fisk...嘟嘟嘟嘟嘟!"
...
At the same time.
The top floor of the Fisk Tower, not too far from Hell's Kitchen.
"The streets are burning, the police are trying to suppress the riots, but they are being overwhelmed by the angry crowds again and again... I have to say, it's truly a beautiful sight!"
Kingpin and his wife, Vanessa Marianna, were standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, sipping red wine and admiring the chaotic scene in Hell's Kitchen.
"Wilson, I hope you're not playing with fire and burning yourself."
Vanessa Marianna leaned gently into Kingpin's arms and reminded him with a hint of worry, "Although I still can't believe that Daredevil has become the new Black Sky of the Hand."
"But if he really becomes as powerful as you say, I'm sure he will come after you when he finds out that you are hindering his plan."
"My old friend Daredevil... no, he should be called Black Sky now. Of course he will choose to do that."
Kingpin had a confident smile on his face, "But the premise is that he can survive this riot."
Vanessa Marianna was immediately intrigued when she heard this. She raised her hand and wrapped it around the other party's neck, which was even thicker than her waist, and asked curiously:
"You wouldn't be thinking of using Homelander to get rid of Black Sky and the Hand, would you?"
Kingpin nodded noncommittally, "If Homelander can come, that would naturally be the best... But even if it's not him who comes, I still have the confidence to get rid of him."
"Because I've actually placed all my bets on another person... Spider-Woman!"
Then, without waiting for the beauty in his arms to speak, he explained with a smile:
"Oh, darling, don't worry, I know what you want to ask... Yes, Spider-Woman and I are indeed enemies, but that doesn't prevent me from using her to get rid of the new Black Sky, who is now a much greater threat to my position."
"The current riot is just a transitional phase before the arrival of a new era... The old order is about to disappear, and those who hinder me and my organization will be completely purged, and then a new rule will be ushered in!"
From the moment Kingpin learned that Daredevil had become the new Black Sky, he had made up his mind to get rid of this powerful old friend and the Hand.
Then he could exclusively enjoy Hell's Kitchen.
"That sounds nice."
Vanessa Marianna looked at Kingpin with some admiration, "But how can you be sure that Spider-Woman will come, and that she can get rid of the new Black Sky?"
"She will definitely come."
Kingpin looked out the window again, his tone extremely certain, "Because everything is in my plan."
Although Spider-Woman had recently been wreaking havoc in Hell's Kitchen, making the gangs panic.
But Kingpin keenly noticed that, apart from the four members of the Defenders Alliance, led by Daredevil, everyone else who had been killed were all heinous criminals.
So in essence, the terrifying Spider-Woman still belongs to the ranks of "heroes."
If that's the case.
Then she will definitely not ignore the current riot in Hell's Kitchen and stand idly by.
This is almost a common problem among all "heroes."
It was precisely because he considered this that Kingpin decided to use this "weakness" in Gwen to lure her in and "help" him kill the new Black Sky.
But even if Spider-Woman accidentally gets killed, it doesn't matter at all.
Because he still has a backup plan... and that is the Vought Corporation.
Even if, in the worst-case scenario, Spider-Woman and the Vought Corporation all fail.
He can also send someone to secretly kill Mayor Owen McGill, thereby completely clearing himself of all involvement in this matter.
So this plan is a surefire win for Kingpin!
And now, the situation is about to enter the final stage.
Every step of the previous development has been moving in the direction that Kingpin expected.
All that remains is for Spider-Woman to appear, so that the last piece of the puzzle in this grand play can be completed, so that he and his wife can put on a wonderful killing show together.
And he doesn't even need to show up in person throughout the whole process. As long as he stands here and quietly watches, he can sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor in the end.
Thinking of this, Kingpin couldn't help but mutter to himself in his heart with incomparable piety, "Thank you, Lord of Change, for bestowing me with wisdom!!"
And on his forehead, a wisp of transformative fire, invisible to the naked eye, was gradually flickering with a captivating blue light.
"Wilson, look quickly."
At that moment, Vanessa Marianna suddenly raised her arm, pointing and exclaiming:
"The fire in Hell's Kitchen is about to get out of control. Buildings are burning one after another, and soon it will affect our assets there."
Seeing this, Kingpin gently stroked her hair, reassuring her with confidence, "Don't worry, my dear, let them burn..."
"Because after this storm is over, I will rebuild even taller and grander buildings there!"
