Night of Sin in Hell’s Kitchen

Outside the building.

An alloy arrow tore through the night and struck a Hand SUV turning to flee in the distance.

"3, 2, 1, Boom!" Hawkeye counted down.

A red light on the arrow shaft flashed three times in rapid succession. The miniature bomb hidden in the arrowhead exploded instantly, turning the entire vehicle into a burning fireball that lit up half the street.

With the death of the Beast and S.H.I.E.L.D.’s assault, most Hand members began to scatter. Some, however, went mad. Rather than fleeing from Hawkeye’s astonishing display, they charged toward him.

One arrow pierced the clouds, and an army came rushing to meet it!

Hawkeye was naturally unafraid. He kept firing while scanning his surroundings, frowning. "Natasha, the Hand members are fleeing. We’re short on manpower, and more than a third of us are dead or wounded. We can’t catch them, and we can’t control the situation."

Black Widow’s voice came through the earpiece. "Stay safe. Prepare to withdraw. Leave the rest to the police."

Hawkeye grunted in acknowledgment. Just as he was about to ask whether Black Widow was hurt, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

As a legendary S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, he was highly trained. No matter how dangerous or seductive the mission, no matter what environment he was in, he could remain absolutely calm and composed.

Yet now, he realized that his emotions were becoming unstable.

He clearly already had someone he liked, but hearing Natasha’s voice made him inexplicably excited. His body even had some embarrassing reactions:

His heart raced. What should have gone soft went soft, and what should have gone hard went hard.

How could this be?

Clint Barton isn’t this kind of man!

Suddenly, a scream caught Hawkeye’s attention.

He abruptly turned and, through a window five hundred meters away, saw a skinny man being violently beaten by an obese woman. Was it domestic violence?

Rat-a-tat-tat!

When he turned back again, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was spraying bullets from a mounted machine gun. Even though the enemy was already dead, he kept firing, his face twisted viciously like a beast.

The Hand members charging toward them had also lost their minds, driven by desire.

Murder, robbery, theft, rape.

Crime was everywhere, along with scenes too vile to look at.

Strange.

What exactly had happened?

"It’s the Beast’s power."

At the top floor of the building, Stick said gravely, "Master Wang killed the Beast, but part of its power dispersed and affected the people nearby, tempting and magnifying their sins and desires."

"What should we do? What should S.H.I.E.L.D. do? What should the government do?" Black Widow asked through the earpiece.

"Strengthen public security."

Stick’s expression was solemn. "For some time to come, New York’s crime rate will rise many times over."

Matt, who did not yet know much about the Beast, suddenly asked, "The Beast is dead, and it can still affect so many people?"

"It devoured several hundred souls. Those fallen souls were released when it died. They should have affected even more people and caused even more crimes."

A trace of confusion appeared on Stick’s face. "Strange. What exactly did Master Wang do? Could the souls swallowed by the Beast… have disappeared?"

"What is he… doing now?"

The underground area.

The divine dragon that had died who knew how many years ago had become a bone dragon, reminding Old Wang of the Dragonblight dragon sanctuaries.

When dragons approached the end of their lives, they would fly to their respective sanctuaries, die in the company of their kin, and gain eternal peace.

All of Dragonblight was, in truth, the graveyard of the five dragonflights. Yet it had been desecrated.

Kil’jaeden the Deceiver created Ner’zhul the Lich King, creating the Undead Scourge. The powers of death and frost corrupted these dragon corpses, granting them equally terrifying abilities and identities:

Frost Wyrms.

The dragons of World of Warcraft were enormous. Even after becoming Frost Wyrms, they remained visually overwhelming. Those dragons that had lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years often possessed bodies over a hundred meters long and forty to fifty meters tall, with wingspans equal to their body lengths. They wielded frost and arcane magic and were natural legendary units.

The bone dragon before him was also over a hundred meters long, but it appeared far more slender and elegant. It even had massive twin wings—

Just like the Yinglong of myth and legend.

So, if he revived it as a Frost Wyrm…

Old Wang shook his head.

Reviving a legendary creature of this size would definitely require at least legendary-level abilities:

A legendary Lich, a legendary Death Knight, or magical equipment with comparable legendary power.

Like Frostmourne.

Whether summoning a legendary-class professional or exchanging for legendary equipment, neither was something Old Wang could do right now. He did not have enough blood.

More importantly, Frost Wyrms could be summoned at any time, but an Immortal Dragon this massive was precious even in death. There might only be one on the entire Earth.

He could not waste it.

If he used it to revive the Five Fingers of the Hand and sustain their lives, it might even allow them to live for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

And if he shipped it to Azeroth, he should be able to exchange it for plenty of good things, or directly exchange it for Azeroth Blood.

"Need to hurry."

Old Wang grabbed the Immortal Dragon’s skull with both hands, pouring True Qi into it like mad.

Then he suddenly exerted force.

The steel plate beneath his feet caved in, and the rock beneath it cracked apart.

A continuous series of cracking sounds rang out.

Then came a sharp snapping sound.

The dragon’s head, roughly the size of a classroom, was forcibly torn from its body by Old Wang!

Then it suddenly vanished and appeared within the Heart of Azeroth.

This dragon skeleton had existed for an unknown length of time and had long fused with the soil below. Even if Hulk were brought here, he could not drag it out whole, which meant it could not be stored in the Heart of Azeroth. Hulk in the movie universe did not possess infinite strength, at least not yet.

Old Wang could only dismantle it piece by piece.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. did not know what was strange about the underground area, they would certainly send people to investigate. If not tonight, then tomorrow.

He could not leave such good stuff for them.

Old Wang rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Second by second, sections of dragon bone disappeared.

A sufficiently powerful body naturally required a sufficiently sturdy skeleton to support it. These dragon bones were incredibly dense, even heavier than rocks of the same volume. The entire skeleton weighed far more than a thousand tons.

Old Wang was confident that he could crush Captain America and Winter Soldier in a contest of strength, but he was probably still weaker than Little Spider, let alone Hulk, who was famed for his power.

And breaking apart these tough bones was indeed no easy task.

It took a full half hour before he finally finished.

Looking at the empty underground area, Old Wang sighed, feeling the pleasant satisfaction of a fulfilled desire.

A perfectly good building now had such a huge empty space beneath it. There was definitely a risk of collapse, but it did not matter.

Egghead might not deal with this sort of thing,

but he would definitely notify the relevant authorities to take over.

There was no need for Old Wang to worry about it.

"The Hand arc is finally over."

Old Wang used Soul Split, transferring his spirit and flesh to the highest floor of the building.

Looking out and listening closely, he found chaos and crime everywhere.

Although the Beast had already been kicked back home, the effects it had brought remained, just as Y’Shaarj, though personally crushed to death by Aman’Thul long ago, could still influence Pandaria and even every living being across Azeroth.

But as always:

This had nothing to do with him.

"If S.H.I.E.L.D. or the relevant departments are willing to pay, letting Matt and the others use this as training would be pretty good too…"

"Also, Robbie is too weak. He couldn’t even beat the Beast. Those people who definitely deserve to die—there’s no need for their filthy souls to go to hell!"

Hearing police sirens in the distance, Old Wang smiled. "Let’s go. Time to head home and sleep!"

Thanks to Ziyuan882, Tuyaotu, and Chaoxuexuechi for the 100 rewards.