The crisis was temporarily half-resolved.
At least Marlene was safe.
But Jack... William's gaze returned to the main screen.
The red dot representing Jack had already plunged into the heart of Hell's Kitchen.
Chapter 290: Rampaging Moon Knight! William Enters the Fray!
Chapter Name:
1. Rampaging Moon Knight! William Enters the Fray!
2. Unleash black sky! Team up with the most dangerous weapon!
3. Hell's Kitchen is Burning! Tonight, No One Sleeps!
Hell's Kitchen.
The name felt incredibly fitting at this moment.
William watched the wildly flashing, rampaging red dot on the holographic screen, feeling a throbbing pain in his temples.
Jack was insane.
Completely insane.
He wasn't looking for clues.
He was using the most primitive, most violent method, treating the entire underground World of Hell's Kitchen like a rag, trying to wring out the killer named "Shadow Knight."
In the camera footage from the streets along the way, there were crowds of terrified people fleeing, overturned cars, and... The Hand members he dragged out of dark corners.
Jack didn't kill them.
But he broke their bones, interrogating them for information in an extremely efficient and brutal manner.
Moon Knight's White figure, tonight in Hell's Kitchen, had transformed into the true White God of Death.
This was worse than Hulk throwing a party in the city.
Hulk at least had a big target and was easy to deal with.
Jack... He would turn over every sewer in Hell's Kitchen until he found what he wanted.
And this process would inevitably cause massive chaos, even attracting official intervention.
S.H.I.E.L.D., or worse, General Ross's troops.
By then, things would be completely out of control.
William couldn't let that happen.
Jack was his client.
An out-of-control client was an insurance policy on the verge of default, with infinite risk.
He, William Rodriguez, as a master of risk management, had to personally deal with this mess.
"contract."
"I'm here, sir."
"Connect me to the isolation room."
William's command was concise and clear.
In a corner of the screen, Elektra's image appeared.
She seemed to sense something too, standing in the center of the isolation room, her eyes as sharp as knives.
"The plan has moved up." William didn't mince words. "I need you now."
Elektra's lips curled into a cold arc.
"Your friend can't hold out?"
William didn't answer, simply projecting the real-time surveillance footage of Jack Lockley rampaging through Hell's Kitchen directly into Elektra's isolation room.
Watching the frantic White figure in the footage, watching The Hand ninjas easily torn apart by him, Elektra's pupils sharply contracted.
"He..."
"He's crushing The Hand's rats out of their holes one by one." William's voice was calm. "I need you to find Alexandra before he sets the entire Kitchen on Fire."
Elektra gazed at the screen, her eyes burning with a mix of admiration and vengeance.
"This is how revenge should be."
She said slowly.
"I need your promise." William stared at her. "Find Alexandra, deal with her. Then, come back here."
This woman was also insane.
William knew that very well.
But what he needed now was precisely this kind of madness.
An uncontrollable weapon.
But now, he needed a scalpel that could precisely cut out a tumor, not a sledgehammer.
Elektra... was that knife.
William raised his hand and entered a complex string of commands on his terminal.
"Click."
The metal collar around Elektra's neck snapped open and fell to the ground.
The moment she regained her freedom, a faint, unsettling aura of darkness emanated from her.
The power of black sky was awakening.
"Don't play games." William's voice echoed through the isolation room via the loudspeaker, cold and emotionless. "Nanobots have been injected into your body. I can stop your heart from a thousand miles away."
Elektra stretched her neck, producing a series of crisp bone pops.
She looked up at the camera and smiled.
That smile was full of wildness and defiance.
"Until you help me find Alexandra, I'm more reliable than any of your employees."
"Very well."
William cut the communication.
He turned and walked to another corner of the office, where a weapon rack, made of the same material as a briefcase, stood.
"contract, prepare a high-speed aircraft, route, Hell's Kitchen."
"Ready, sir. The 'Nightingale' stealth shuttle is waiting for you on the rooftop helipad."
"What about Elektra's gear?"
"As you instructed, it's been placed inside the cabin. A combat suit, and her usual twin sai."
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