night.
An area of Hell's Kitchen.
According to intelligence, the Hand's largest stronghold is hidden here.
This area seemed to be a forgotten area of the city, or rather a place that no one wanted to mention. It was like the dark side of the city, with many troublemakers gathered there.
"Is this the place?"
Thor, dressed in a suit and holding his hammer, stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building, looking at a large villa in a distant area, and confirmed with Phil Coulson beside him.
"Intelligence indicates it's there. But we'd better not expect to catch them off guard, but be prepared for them to respond."
Phil's answer was cautious. Although S.H.I.E.L.D. had confirmed this repeatedly, no one knew if this probing had been exposed and detected by the Hand's ninjas. Perhaps their self-righteous infiltration and surprise attack were, in the eyes of the Hand, simply easy prey. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s previous record against those ninjas was rather underwhelming.
Of course, this could also be good news. Perhaps the enemy, believing they had a significant advantage, wouldn't have retreated so quietly upon detection. Their only concern was whether S.H.I.E.L.D. would resort to heavy firepower. Fortunately, this was a bustling urban area, and many large-scale lethal weapons wouldn't be deployed lightly.
Given a choice, the five leaders of the Hand certainly wouldn't want to provoke an organization as large as S.H.I.E.L.D. They have their own enemies and ideologies, and have no desire to antagonize such a powerful and official organization. Unfortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. happened to discover the city's dragon bones and even excavated them. While the Hand's leaders would yield on other matters, considering the pros and cons, they found it difficult to allow anyone else to interfere with the dragon bones, which were their lives.
They have been searching for dragon bones for a long time all over the world, including this city where there is a high possibility that dragon bones may exist.
"Very good, can I start now?" Thor looked at the agents vaguely surrounding the villa in the darkness and tightened his grip on the square hammer. He was itching to do it and couldn't wait any longer.
"Before we start, can I ask if you've memorized the attack plan we discussed earlier?" Phil felt something was amiss. Knowing his alien friend, he asked beforehand. He was afraid that if he said it was okay to start, the person who was still beside him would vanish in a flash, hammer swinging, and charge into the villa.
Phil had no doubt that Thor could do it, and his actions might be much faster than he imagined.
"What attack plan? Shouldn't I charge in first and eliminate as many of those so-called ninjas as possible? I hope they're resilient." Thor tilted his head back, racking his brains for a moment, only to find his memory was fragmented. He clearly remembered hearing about the plan.
"Well, to put it simply, those ninjas might have a way to resurrect themselves. Be gentle and try not to kill them all." Phil didn't elaborate on the plan. At this point, the only plan left was to go to war. But there were some key points he wanted to remind Thor of.
"I can kill them again." Thor was eager to try.
"No, I mean, just beat them half to death." Phil had to correct Thor. He knew his superiors didn't want dead ninjas reduced to ash, but living ninjas who were still hanging on. Of course, if they could capture the five leaders of the Hand, then this operation would be considered an extraordinary success.
"I'll control it." Thor began to swing his hammer. Seeing Phil didn't intend to speak, he threw the hammer, and it flew away, crackling with lightning as he rushed into the inner area of the villa, conspicuous in the darkness. Then, from a distance, Phil saw the window of the room where Thor had landed suddenly light up, flashing with lightning. Then, half of the outer wall collapsed.
"What a little expert at destroying houses." Phil smiled and told a cold joke, then acted as a transit station, starting to receive intelligence transmitted by various teams and issuing orders from his superiors.
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"Wow, you can jump better than me." The little spider was wandering back and forth in the melee, pulling his own spider silk, and occasionally shooting out a spider web. As if predicting the future, he tied up all the black-clothed ninjas who appeared in the air, or directly stuck them to the wall with spider webs.
"Coco! Twenty-three ninjas in fifteen seconds, I'm awesome! Gwen, Gwen, you saw me..." Spider-Peter excitedly turned around and found Gwen Stacy who came with him. With a smile on his face under the mask, he wanted to show off to her, but then he saw a two-meter-tall figure that made him feel cold all over. He was grabbing a ninja and tying him up skillfully with a black silk thread, like an art.
Beside the opponent, there were more than a dozen ninjas writhing on the ground like silkworm pupae.
"What did you say?" An Jing heard the little spider's voice, turned her head and looked at him with her big white eyes and asked.
"You're not going crazy again, are you?"
Peter secretly groaned inwardly. He had been so excited just now that he hadn't noticed that Gwen had gone offline and An Jing had come online! Damn it, why was his Spider-Sense so dull against An Jing? She was the most dangerous person on the field! Was it because Gwen was her host? His only hope now was that An Jing was in her normal state. Otherwise, he would probably have to consider escaping first.
After all, An Jing wasn't her normal self. It was as if she had a grudge against him. While she wouldn't actually do anything to him, a good beating was inevitable. They were euphemistically saying it was to help him gain combat experience and become stronger as a sparring partner. It all started that night at Osborn Industries. They'd followed him all the way, and when he stopped to ask if she was taking Gwen home, they'd assaulted him and, claiming it was a trophy, snatched the lizard potion jar from him!
"Well, there are several thoughts arguing with each other, but fortunately, I can control it. As long as my emotions don't fluctuate too much." An Jing stretched out her hand again and grabbed a ninja who was slashing at her with a knife, and pulled it out of the air by the neck. With her other hand, a black silk thread popped out and coiled around and around, and with a speed so agile that even Peter was dazzled, it tied him up tightly, and there was no possibility of him even struggling to break free.
"Where did you get this skill from?" Peter's eyes twitched as he looked at the ninja who was thrown on the ground as a human caterpillar.
"Where did it come from?" An Jing scratched her head in confusion. "I think it came from one of my former hosts. She was an avid bondage enthusiast, so I didn't copy anything from her. It's just that I quite like the way she was immersed in her work."
Peter retreated a little further, lamenting his possible miserable future.