3 chapters will be uploaded on daily basis i.e. 21 Chapters will be uploaded every week apart from the bonus chapters.
1 Bonus Chapter will be uploaded for every 50 Power Stones or 1000 Collections.
All interested readers can read advanced chapters on: Free Members of Patreon can read 12 Chapters ahead of Webnovel for FREE.
[email protected]/Heroicverse
×××××××××××××××
Just as one of them pulled out a small packet of white powder from his fanny pack and handed it to the other party, a cold light flashed, and the short man directly used a cleaver to chop off his entire palm.
Blood splattered instantly.
That Man was stunned for a full two seconds before reacting, scrambling backward while clutching his severed wrist, wailing in pain.
"Fuck, this crazy bastard, he actually cut off my hand."
"Holy shit?!"
Just as the other two gang members belatedly pulled out their pistols, aimed at the short man with the knife, and prepared to pull the trigger,
The scene that suddenly appeared before their eyes made them lose all their fighting spirit and flee in a panic like stray dogs.
On the previously empty street, a large group of civilians, engulfed in an inexplicable rage, had appeared at some unknown time.
They carried weapons such as baseball bats, cleavers, golf clubs, and small-caliber household pistols, striking anyone they saw without any fixed target.
The gang members in the streets and alleys, as well as strangers accompanying them.
Anyone who looked displeasing was their target.
And among the crowd, even those office workers who usually lived cautiously, now seemed to have become evil gang members, venting their long-suppressed resentment on strangers around them.
Not only this street, but similar scenes were being repeated on every street in Hell's Kitchen.
A certain "malice" was spreading like a plague from the core area outwards.
...
Initially, the NYPD (New York City Police Department, an acronym for the main headquarters) did not take the sudden Riot seriously after receiving the alarm.
They thought it was just an ordinary gang fight.
After all, such things were far too common in Hell's Kitchen.
It would be strange if a dozen or so gang members didn't die every day.
But gradually, as the Police forces dispatched to investigate and stabilize the situation were violently attacked, and casualties continued to rise, along with urgent calls for assistance from various precincts in Manhattan...
The high-ranking officials of the NYPD finally couldn't sit still.
They realized that a large-scale, uncontrollable Riot might have broken out in Hell's Kitchen.
The current Police force in Manhattan was no longer able to contain it.
So the NYPD quickly mobilized a large number of Police forces from nearby Queens, the Bronx, Staten Island, and Brooklyn to support Hell's Kitchen.
And issued a death order.
All streets leading out of Hell's Kitchen must be sealed off as quickly as possible.
This Riot must not spread to the entire New York.
...
An hour later.
At the intersection of the Hell's Kitchen outskirts and Eighth Avenue.
Hundreds of Police cars were parked across the street corners, forming lines of defense.
In front of the Police cars stood a row of Police 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 Police officers would first hit them with a round of rubber bullets, tear gas, and flashbangs.
If these rioters could not be effectively deterred and dispersed, then the second round would directly involve high-pressure water cannons.
"Oh, Shit?!"
When Sheriff Frank Castle arrived at the scene with his subordinates and saw the chaotic scene across the cordon, filled with smoke, flames, and incessant shouts, his heart suddenly tightened.
Hell's Kitchen might truly become hell this time, right?
Sheriff Frank Castle then quickly found the Police chief in charge of the scene to understand the situation.
The Police chief who had arrived there before them also looked utterly bewildered at this moment.
"You might not believe it, but just a few tens of minutes ago, I had just patrolled through Eighth Avenue, and there wasn't even a ghost on the street then."
"But who would have thought, just as we were preparing to return to the Police station, we suddenly saw a group of rioters rush out from the direction of Hell's Kitchen."
"These lunatics attacked anyone they saw, smashed any car they saw, robbed any store they saw, without any reason at all... At first, we thought these people were drug addicts who were high, but later we found out that wasn't the case."
"Hmm?!"
Sheriff Frank Castle clearly noticed that the other Police chief's face actually showed a mix of fear and dread.
Before he could ask, he heard the other party continue:
"At that time, the defense line hadn't been fully established, and I personally saw several brothers, not long after being dragged away by those rioters, join their ranks!"
"So... no matter what happened inside Hell's Kitchen, it is constantly spreading outwards as the violence escalates."
"What?"
The Police officers who came to support suddenly felt a chill down their spines.
They were not afraid of mere rioters; as long as they reasonably emptied their magazines, all human rights issues could be resolved.
After all, "Free U.S., gunfights every day" was no joke.
But if "supernatural powers" were involved, most Police officers would almost certainly back down.
Because a Police officer's life is also a life!
Whoosh whoosh--
At this moment, several homemade Molotov cocktails were suddenly thrown from behind the crowd towards the Police officers holding Riot shields.
"Ah, someone help me, I'm on fire..."
Even with the obstruction of the Riot shields, several Police officers were ignited by the liquid flowing out of the shattered homemade Molotov cocktails.
They immediately dropped their Riot shields and began constantly patting out the flames on their bodies.
And with the loss of the Riot shields' protection, a large amount of gravel, bricks, and human waste immediately smashed in through the gap.
Seeing this, the person in charge of the scene quickly picked up the megaphone and ordered: "Not good, those guys are about to lose control, everyone quickly retreat behind the cordon."
Sheriff Frank Castle led his subordinates forward with fire extinguishers to provide support, and loudly reminded: "Everyone be careful, try to avoid 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 towards losing control."
"Although all the Police forces from other districts have arrived to support, the Police have carried out several rounds of special operations to suppress the Riot, but all of them have ended in failure.
The scale of violence is still continuously increasing. If this continues, it will probably spread to the entire Manhattan before the Sun rises tomorrow."
The current Mayor, Owen McGill, stood coldly by the window, looking out into the dark night towards Hell's Kitchen, and snorted:
"I really don't know what kind of madness these commoners have gone into... Has S.H.I.E.L.D. not responded yet? Now is the time when the Avengers are needed to quell the Riot, where have they all gone to die?"
The middle-aged female secretary shook her head somewhat awkwardly, "The people from S.H.I.E.L.D. said that situations like this, which are unrelated to an Earth crisis, are not worthy of deploying the Avengers."
"Hmph, I knew it would be like this."
Owen McGill, as if he had anticipated it, ordered without thinking:
"Immediately contact Vought and have them send a team of super-powered individuals to help the Police quell this Riot... This expense will be covered by City Hall."
"Yes."
After the middle-aged female secretary exited the office and closed the door, Owen McGill immediately pulled out an encrypted phone from his desk drawer, found the only number saved in it, and called it.
The phone rang a few times before being answered, and Owen McGill spoke first in a slightly fawning tone:
"Mr. Fisk, just as you predicted, the Riot in Hell's Kitchen is on the verge of spiraling out of control. As per your previous instructions, I have already sent someone to contact Vought Corporation."
"Mr. Mayor, you've done very well."
Kingpin's deep voice came from the phone, "But I hope you understand one principle: sometimes, to achieve your goals, you must make some sacrifices!"
"Many times in my life, I have been in danger, but I have always managed to turn the tide in the end, relying on this very point!"
Owen McGill quickly responded with a fawning smile: "Then, what about my re-election...?"
"Don't worry."
Kingpin said meaningfully: "I never treat my own people unfairly. I will take care of your campaign funds and your competitors, all for you."
Owen McGill was overjoyed at the news and quickly nodded and bowed in thanks, "Thank you, Mr. Fisk... beep beep beep beep!"
...
At the same time.
On the top floor of Fisk Tower, not too far from Hell's Kitchen.
"The streets are burning, the Police are trying to suppress the Riot, but they are submerged time and again in the angry tide of people... I have to say, this is truly a magnificent sight!"
Kingpin and his wife, Vanessa Marianna, stood before 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."
Vanessa Marianna leaned gently into Kingpin's embrace, reminding 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 truly becomes as powerful as you say, I'm sure he'll come to settle accounts with you when he finds out you're obstructing his plan from behind."
"My old friend Daredevil... No, he should be called black sky now, of course he would choose to do that."
Kingpin's face showed a confident smile, "But only if he can survive this Riot."
Vanessa Marianna immediately became interested upon hearing this, raising her hand to wrap around his neck, which was thicker than her waist, and asked curiously:
"You're not trying to use Homelander to get rid of black sky and The Hand, are you?"
Kingpin nodded noncommittally, "If Homelander can come, that would naturally be best... But even if it's not him, I still have the confidence to get rid of him."
"Because I've actually put all my bets on another person... Spider-Woman!"
Then, before the beauty in his arms could speak, he smiled and explained:
"Oh, my dear, don't rush, 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 clearly a greater threat to my position right now."
"This current Riot is merely a transitional phase before the arrival of a new era... The old order is about to perish, and those who obstruct me and the organizations will all be purged, and then a new rule will begin!"
From the moment Kingpin learned that Daredevil had become the new black sky, he made up his mind to eliminate this powerful old friend and The Hand.
Then he could have Hell's Kitchen all to himself.
"Easy for you to say."
Vanessa Marianna looked at Kingpin with a hint of admiration, "But how can you be sure that Spider-Woman will definitely come, and that she can get rid of the new black sky?"
"She will definitely come."
Kingpin looked out the window again, saying with extreme certainty: "Because everything is according to my plan."
Although Spider-Woman had been on a killing spree in Hell's Kitchen recently, causing panic among the major gangs.
But Kingpin sharply noticed that, apart from the four members of the Defenders led by Daredevil, all the other people killed were, without exception, heinous criminals.
So, in essence, the fearsome Spider-Woman still belonged to the ranks of "heroes."
Given that.
Then she would absolutely not ignore or stand by idly during this Riot in Hell's Kitchen.
This was almost a common failing of all "heroes."
It was precisely because he considered this point that Kingpin decided to exploit this "weakness" in Gwen to lead her into a trap and "help" him eliminate the new black sky.
However, it wouldn't matter even if Spider-Woman was accidentally killed.
Because he had a backup plan... Vought Corporation.
Even if, for argument's sake, both Spider-Woman and Vought Corporation failed.
He could still secretly arrange for Mayor Owen McGill to be killed, thereby completely distancing himself from any involvement in this matter.
So, this time's plan was a sure-win deal for Kingpin!
And now, the situation was about to enter its final stage.
Every step of the development so far had progressed in the direction Kingpin had anticipated.
He just had to wait for Spider-Woman to appear to complete the final piece of the puzzle in this grand drama, thus staging a spectacular show of slaughter for him and his wife.
And he, throughout the entire process, wouldn't even need to show his face; he could simply stand here and quietly observe, then reap the benefits in the end.
Thinking of this, Kingpin couldn't help but murmur devoutly to himself: "Thank you, lord of change, for granting me wisdom!!"
And on his forehead, a Flame of Change, invisible to the naked eye, was gradually flickering with mesmerizing blue light.
"Wilson, look."
At this moment, Vanessa Marianna suddenly raised her arm and pointed somewhere, exclaiming:
"The fires in Hell's Kitchen are about to get out of control; buildings are burning one after another, and it will soon affect our assets there."
Kingpin, seeing this, gently stroked her beautiful hair and reassured her confidently: "My dear, don't worry, just let them keep burning..."
"Because after this turmoil ends, I will rebuild taller, more magnificent buildings there!"