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Vehicles closed in on the Darkhold Laboratory, with Whitehall in one of them.

Military SUVs and armored vehicles were too conspicuous. Although Hydra had long infiltrated Puerto Rico’s military and police, they were not under Whitehall’s command. Pierce was unwilling to disrupt his military arrangements in Puerto Rico for Whitehall’s sake, so he could only use civilian vehicles.

SUVs, trucks, and pickups—every vehicle was packed with Whitehall’s men, Pierce’s men, and heavily paid mercenaries and pirates. Every one of them carried an automatic rifle and a full set of individual combat gear worth more than two hundred thousand dollars.

Individual combat gear, explosives, drones, all kinds of firearms, artillery, even missiles.

Everything a regular army should have was here, and then some.

Judging by the scale alone, they did not seem to be dealing with some tiny laboratory. It looked more like an assault on the base of a major terrorist organization.

This weaponry could not be bought with money alone, but Hydra had plenty of methods. It had been shipped by sea to the port of San Juan, disguised as ordinary cargo, transported inland by trucks, assembled, and then brought here.

Besides conventional weapons, there were also some more specialized weapons—so expensive that even Whitehall could not afford many of them.

For this operation, he had staked everything!

"Doctor, the Darkhold Laboratory is five kilometers away."

Bakshi, standing beside Whitehall, said, "We just received word that Wilson Fisk, who secretly controlled the New York Police Department, and one of his men, nicknamed Bullseye, were killed. The killer was Ghost Rider."

"Also, before Wilson Fisk died, he had most likely become Black Sky. He was no longer himself, but Beast. Right after his death, large-scale crime broke out across Hell’s Kitchen again, just like last time."

Bakshi added, "Last time, Immortal Iron Fist and Ghost Rider must have joined forces to drive Beast away. This time, there’s only Ghost Rider, and he’s stronger than before!"

Ghost Rider was in New York?

Whitehall’s mood instantly improved. This was the only good news he had heard in a long time. It meant there was only one enemy truly worth taking seriously:

Immortal Iron Fist.

Daredevil, Stick, and the rest were nothing. A blanket bombardment would kill them without question.

But Immortal Iron Fist would not be so easy to deal with.

"Every one of our people has been equipped with high-performance Freeze Guns made by Stark Industries. They were originally prepared for Ghost Rider. What a pity."

Bakshi seemed somewhat regretful. "Legend says Ghost Rider controls Hellfire. I really wanted to know whether a Freeze Gun could freeze him to death. If we could capture him and brainwash him, he would definitely be stronger than the Winter Soldier. But using them against Immortal Iron Fist isn’t bad either. I want to see whether he’s truly immortal."

"Ghost Rider? Why wasn’t I the one who became Ghost Rider…"

Just as Kingpin had always wanted to become Black Sky, Whitehall had also once fantasized about becoming Ghost Rider after Ghost Rider appeared.

Bakshi did not know shit. Ghost Rider could never be brainwashed, but terms could be negotiated.

The Spirit of Vengeance’s purpose was to constantly consume the desire for vengeance and gain the right to reside in the real world. If Ghost Rider were a normal person, he would definitely resist. But if it were me, kill as many as you want. I’m only afraid you won’t kill enough!

Having made up his mind to have a proper talk with Ghost Rider when he got the chance, Whitehall asked, "Have Pierce’s people gone in?"

"They have. Grant Ward is leading them—fifty full S.H.I.E.L.D. field agents… Lyle Morts!"

Bakshi called out, and another vehicle drove over. Its open cargo bed was filled with high-definition screens—more than a dozen of them, each displaying over a dozen live surveillance feeds.

Whitehall took one look and was displeased. "The image is blurry."

"Ward is a veteran operations specialist. Iron Fist and Daredevil both have extremely strong senses, and drones are easily detected, so we commissioned Pym Technologies to produce a new product… a secret commission. The deal was made with Darren Cross, Pym-Hank’s student. Dr. Hank didn’t know, and neither did Pierce."

Realizing his superior was unhappy, Bakshi hurriedly explained, "We use specific electromagnetic waves to control insects, then install miniature 360-degree cameras on them with no blind spots. We didn’t dare fly too close, so the image is somewhat blurry."

"Pierce’s goal is to awaken the Winter Soldier, then steal the Darkhold and the Obelisk."

Whitehall nodded slightly, his smile somewhat chilling. "He believes in the power of technology and looks down on things that exist only in myths and legends. He will pay the price. Come, let’s see whether he can stand against legend and myth!"

"You are the myth, a living myth."

Bakshi hurriedly flattered him and turned to the screens.

He knew why his superior had not ordered an artillery barrage or missile strike. There were things inside the laboratory that he wanted. The Winter Soldier would die if hit by a Jericho Missile, and neither the Darkhold nor the Obelisk could possibly be harder than Vibranium.

If either one was damaged, Whitehall would be heartbroken to death.

Not Whitehall’s heart breaking—he would make someone else die of heartbreak, such as himself.

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Those live insects were exactly the kind that should exist in this season and environment. They would not arouse anyone’s suspicion.

There were a great many of them, over a hundred in all.

Though miniature cameras had been installed on them, they were too small, and their electrical currents too weak, to make any sound.

They were spread throughout every area of the Darkhold Laboratory, silently monitoring everything. Even if Daredevil could sense their existence, he would not regard them as a threat.

On the screens, the fifty S.H.I.E.L.D. field agents had split into ten teams. Under Grant Ward’s unified command, they infiltrated the laboratory’s various areas.

Though they had not brought insect surveillance in with them or deployed drones, they had high-tech detectors from S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Technology Division. Even through several walls, they could determine what was inside.

The laboratory looked very empty, which surprised Whitehall.

Had Fury not sent covert agents to protect it? Did he trust Iron Fist and the laboratory’s security system that much?

For some reason, Whitehall suddenly felt uneasy. Something did not feel right.

Even the back of his neck felt cold, as though an invisible ghost were staring at him from behind.

Ward truly lived up to his reputation as an operations specialist. He quickly found several of the laboratory’s most important locations, then ordered them searched.

Whitehall nodded to himself.

At this pace, they would definitely find the Winter Soldier within five minutes. Pierce had made the right call sending this man to lead the team.

The people under Iron Fist might be strong, but in terms of professional standards, they were far inferior to Ward. Fury and Iron Fist were definitely going to suffer this time.

Iron Fist was absent from every screen. He was probably not here. This was an opportunity, an unprecedented opportunity.

No matter how fast Iron Fist was, he could not outrun a car. He would miss this war.

Whitehall suddenly felt rather disappointed. This war was far too unchallenging and did not match his expectations. It felt like using cannons to swat mosquitoes.

"Look!"

Bakshi suddenly pointed at one of the screens and shouted.

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