It’s Him, It’s Him!

Pandaren intuition had made Old Wang aware of the danger in advance.

His powerful psychic senses had allowed him to detect the missile from more than ten kilometers away.

"Just one missile? You think too little of me?"

His limited knowledge meant Old Wang had no idea whether it was an air-to-ground or ground-to-ground missile, let alone what model it was.

But without a doubt, a missile traveling at least Mach 3 could not be intercepted by conventional means. A Monk was not Iron Man, and besides…

Its destructive power had to be enormous!

There was no need to think about it. This was Hydra’s retaliatory strike, most likely connected to Pierce. No one else had the means to organize an attack on this scale. A missile was a missile, not something one could acquire casually.

It was even highly possible that Puerto Rico’s military had launched it.

Old Wang could certainly leave by using Soul Split, or avoid the center of the blast and endure it with Golden Bell, or exchange for Teleportation and leave. But the others could not escape, nor could those precious pieces of equipment.

Naturally, a sufficiently powerful defensive spell such as Violet Hold could block it with ease, but even if he used up all the Dragon Bone, he could not afford to exchange for it.

He had a thousand possible methods, but only a few he could use right now.

"If you want a fight, then let’s fight!"

"If you want to make trouble, then let’s make it big!"

"Let the whole city of San Juan know about it. Let’s see how you clean this up!"

Old Wang was innocent, and he was deeply annoyed.

When there was anger in his heart, he had to vent it.

"Find somewhere to take cover. Don’t go outside."

After giving the order, Old Wang used Soul Split. His soul shot into the sky and soon reached the rooftop.

The missile drew closer and closer as Old Wang silently calculated.

Everyone had their specialty. He might not understand code or be a hacker, but that did not mean he was incapable in other areas.

Beyond a powerful body that could support seven days and seven nights of fierce battle, he also had powerful mental abilities capable of simulating trajectories and judging flight paths.

It took only a few seconds for Old Wang to determine the impact point.

"Azeroth, give me a close-range portal. Target: three kilometers north of San Juan, above the sea!"

"Received. That will be 0.01 grams of blood."

The Time-Space Channel opened. A portal appeared before Old Wang and, following his request, adjusted its position until its entrance faced the incoming missile.

Who said Teleportation could only be used for travel?

"That’s right, this is the spot!"

In the blink of an eye, the missile entered its designated detonation zone and activated its explosive device.

It was about to explode the next second.

Yet it flew into the portal and arrived outside San Juan.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rang out. Some of the fragments even shot out through the portal, passed through Old Wang’s illusory soul, and embedded themselves in the hard rooftop.

Meanwhile, on the other side, outside San Juan.

The terrifying explosion sent enormous waves surging across the sea.

Countless people witnessed the scene with their own eyes.

Screams and panic soon turned into accusations against the government.

Because the explosion had occurred in the sky above the ocean, it caused no casualties. But a missile exploding just outside the city still cast fear over everyone’s hearts.

What was going on?

What had happened?

Had World War III broken out?

In a military base in southern San Juan.

Command center.

"General, the missile has disappeared!" a technician suddenly cried out.

Disappeared?

Rear Admiral Anton Kisin froze, then hurriedly looked toward the screen.

A red dot was displayed on it, representing the missile in flight.

The missile had been functioning normally, following its trajectory, but when it reached its destination, the red dot suddenly vanished.

Had the equipment malfunctioned?

"General, surveillance shows that The Laboratory has not exploded," the technician hurriedly reported.

No explosion?

Had the missile malfunctioned?

That couldn’t be right. It was a Stark Industries missile, not one from Hammer Industries!

"General, there is a call request from the San Juan city government!"

"General, there is a call request from Air Force Headquarters!"

"General, there is a call request from Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"General, there is a call request…"

"General…"

A string of voices rang out.

Anton suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, bad news soon arrived.

"General, the mayor’s office is asking whether there is a military exercise that even the mayor was not informed of!"

"General, Air Force Headquarters is demanding to know why a missile exploded over San Juan and why it was not intercepted beforehand!"

"General…"

The missile had exploded above San Juan?

H-How was that possible?

Had they gotten the direction wrong? The target wrong?

"General… should the remaining four missiles still be launched?" someone asked.

"Stop the launches!"

Anton took a deep breath.

Damn Pierce!

Launching missiles to bomb an abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere was nothing serious. Hydra had plenty of people in the military, and it would be easy to suppress the matter.

But now, a missile had exploded over San Juan. The consequences of this were far greater.

Fortunately, it had exploded in the air rather than inside the city.

Otherwise, not only would he lose his position as general, he would also face a military tribunal!

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Pierce, the situation is very bad. There seems to be a problem with our missile launch system…"

Darkhold Laboratory.

After waiting a full five minutes without a second missile appearing, his intuition told him there would be no more. Only then did his soul return.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the panting Coulson, who had just arrived.

"Master Wang, that missile…"

Five minutes earlier, Coulson had personally driven people over to deliver two Sonic Cannons and three Jericho Missiles to the laboratory. He had happened to see a missile hit the ground.

At the time, he had nearly thought he was about to meet god, yet it had not exploded?

Could it have been made by Hammer Industries and malfunctioned?

Was Hydra really so poor that they could not afford Stark Industries products?

Before that thought had faded, he received a call.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent stationed in San Juan told him that a missile had exploded over the city, throwing all of San Juan into chaos as panic spread everywhere.

Coulson instantly understood something.

This definitely had something to do with Master Wang!

"A missile? What missile? What are you talking about? I don’t know."

Old Wang shrugged, then said before Coulson could press him further, "Sorry, I have something to do. I’ll be leaving first. Remember to transfer the money to me."

He hurried away. After moving out of Coulson’s line of sight, he said softly, "Azeroth, I need a precise teleportation. Target: Los Angeles, Stark Headquarters. Here’s the map."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young lady’s voice came through, carrying a faint trace of amusement. "Medivh-version Teleportation, with an error margin no greater than one in a million. That will be 1 gram of blood… Wang, you have no blood left."

Old Wang sighed helplessly. "Exchange it directly with Dragon Bone!"

As soon as he spoke, the Time-Space Channel opened.

A section of Dragon Bone vanished, and a teleportation circle appeared beneath his feet.

"Tony, I hope you’re still alive."

Old Wang stepped into it and vanished.

"Master Wang…"

Coulson rushed over, about to demand an explanation. Master Wang, don’t lie to me. I saw it all.

Yet there was no one before him.

Where had he gone?

After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Sir, we can basically confirm that Master Wang has the ability to teleport instantly… No, he can not only teleport himself, he can teleport other objects as well… Yes, he was responsible for that missile!"

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