William hung up the call with Jack, his mind quickly sifting through various clues.
The Hand controls Daredevil.
Shadow Knight provokes Moon Knight.
Both are related to ancient Egyptian mythology.
This is no coincidence.
William walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a third glass of whiskey.
The stimulation of alcohol made his thoughts clearer.
If The Hand is truly manipulating everything behind the scenes, what is their ultimate goal?
Control all superheroes?
Or do they want to obtain some kind of more powerful force?
William put down his whiskey glass and walked towards the isolation room.
At this point, Elektra should still be awake.
As the company's most special "employee" at the moment, her daily routine had been meticulously recorded by Dr. Connors.
Every night before eleven o'clock, she would perform some strange meditation in the isolation room.
William needed to get answers from her.
The traditions of The Hand, their resurrection rituals, and the situation Matt might be in.
The blast-proof glass door of the isolation room slowly opened under William's fingerprint identification.
Elektra sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees, her eyes, once hollow, now much clearer.
William stopped three meters away from her, leaning against the wall.
"It looks like you're doing much better."
Elektra looked up, gazing at William.
"black sky has gone to sleep. It doesn't like this place."
William walked to a chair and sat down, his hands clasped over his knees.
"I need you to answer a few questions. About The Hand."
Elektra's expression instantly became wary.
"Why? Do you want to deal with The Hand?"
"It's not that I want to. It's that The Hand wants to deal with my friend."
William's tone was direct.
"Matt Murdock."
Elektra's body stiffened abruptly.
That name meant too much to her.
Love, betrayal, death, and endless pain.
"Matt... what happened to him?"
Her voice began to tremble.
William carefully observed her reaction.
This emotional fluctuation was real, not acting.
"Someone saw him become the new leader of The Hand."
William deliberately spoke vaguely.
He needed to see what kind of reaction Elektra would give.
"Impossible!"
Elektra suddenly stood up.
"Matt would never join The Hand! He hates The Hand!"
She began pacing back and forth in the isolation room, her emotions becoming increasingly agitated.
"Unless..."
She suddenly stopped.
"Unless what?"
William pressed.
Elektra slowly turned around, a chilling expression on her face.
It was fear, anger, and deep despair.
"Unless he died. And was then resurrected by The Hand."
The temperature in the isolation room seemed to drop a few degrees.
William felt a chill creep up his spine.
"Are you sure?"
"That's how I was controlled."
Elektra's voice became hollow.
"Death, resurrection, and then becoming a vessel for black sky."
She sat back down on the bed, holding her head in her hands.
"The Hand has an ancient resurrection technique. But those who are resurrected will have their souls controlled by them."
William's heart sank to the bottom.
If Elektra was telling the truth, Matt's current situation was a thousand times worse than he imagined.
"Is there a solution?"
"Yes."
Elektra looked up.
"Kill the person who performed the resurrection technique."
A hint of madness flashed in her eyes.
"But the premise is, you can find him."
William frowned.
"The person who performed the resurrection technique? Not all members of The Hand can do it?"
"Of course not."
Elektra sneered.
"Resurrection requires special abilities. Among the Five Fingers of The Hand, only Murakami and Alexandra master this technique."
She paused.
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