The “Black Sky” Elektra Raising Series

Five minutes later, the police arrived.

Twenty minutes later, Black Widow and Hawkeye finally made it over.

"Director George? Hello, we’re from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I’m Agent Clint Barton, and this is Agent Natasha Romanoff. This incident is beyond your ability to handle. From this moment on, we’re taking over…" Hawkeye stepped forward to negotiate.

Director George, slightly overweight and grim-faced, finally broke into a broad smile and extended his left hand. "Thank you for your hard work!"

As the police commissioner, he knew the basic situation of every gang in New York. He even knew of The Hand’s existence.

These gangs were the true rulers of New York’s Dark World. Even the police department had been infiltrated. The newly graduated rookie cops might not even be his own people. A man named Wilson Fisk was the real police commissioner in every meaningful sense.

He had remained commissioner for so long not because he had caught hundreds or thousands of criminals, but precisely because he had caught very few and tried his best not to cause trouble.

Columbia University was a world-class institution with connections everywhere. Many high-ranking government and military officials had graduated from there. The university’s leadership had pressured him directly, putting him in a difficult position. He could not afford to offend either the university or the gangs.

Now that S.H.I.E.L.D. was taking over, no one was happier than him. Both his position and his head had been saved.

Looking at the scene before her—the corpses and blood covering the ground—Natasha felt no discomfort at all.

She was in a terrible mood.

Anyone would be unhappy if they were sleeping soundly, having a pleasant dream, only to be abruptly awakened by a phone call.

Making me clean up your mess again… Master Wang, just you wait… If you don’t give me a few drops of Essence, I’m not done with you!

Thinking of the Essence Wine Old Wang had given her, Black Widow could not help feeling irritated.

Wasn’t it outrageous that he had initially mixed in more plain water than anything else?

Later, he stopped adding plain water, but he mixed in alcohol instead. Simmons had said that the active ingredient was only twice as concentrated as last time, while everything else was alcohol.

And it was not even good alcohol. Master Wang, you were being far too stingy. Should I suggest that S.H.I.E.L.D. give you a few bottles of expensive red wine or Moutai?

The science division had named the active ingredient "Azeroth Essence."

No matter what, she had to get more Essence this time and force the price down as much as possible.

After thinking it over, Black Widow called Egghead.

"Sir, this is an opportunity—an opportunity for comprehensive cooperation with Iron Fist and K’un-Lun. The Hand and Wilson Fisk control all of New York’s gangs. No matter how powerful Iron Fist is, he can’t possibly stand against every gang alone. As long as S.H.I.E.L.D. provides more comprehensive support, I’m confident we can obtain more Azeroth Essence at a lower price…"

On the other end of the call, Egghead frowned as he held the research report and application submitted by the science division.

"Azeroth Essence" was extremely valuable. The project team needed more for research, but it was simply too expensive—even more expensive than Vibranium.

S.H.I.E.L.D.’s expenses had been high lately. No matter how rich they were, they could not keep spending like this.

As though she had guessed Egghead’s concerns, Black Widow quickly reminded him, "There are hundreds of sealed 084 items. Some have been studied for decades without producing any results…"

Egghead’s eyes lit up.

084 items, also known as "mystery items," included some connected to aliens, some related to myths and legends, and others that were products of scientific experiments. The first Item 084 had come from Hydra: an Obelisk made of an unknown material.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had studied it for over sixty years without achieving much.

It was useless just sitting there. They might as well trade it for something good!

Besides.

It was said that K’un-Lun was an extra dimension that did not belong to this universe. There had to be more good things there than just "Azeroth Essence."

Since they were going to cooperate, naturally it had to be comprehensive and multi-faceted.

After considering it, Egghead spoke in a low voice. "Leave this to me. I’ll talk to him."

After hanging up, Egghead approved the documents.

He tossed the application regarding "Azeroth Essence" aside.

Below it was another application, requesting materials to manufacture Titanium Alloy Staffs and Titanium Alloy Gauntlets.

Looking at the rows of familiar and unfamiliar materials, then at the budget sheet on the last page, Egghead felt as though his eyes were playing tricks on him.

How many digits was that supposed to be?

Had someone misplaced the decimal point?

The night was deep.

Skye disabled the surveillance cameras along the route, and Old Wang led the three injured people through the darkness to the Azeroth Specialties Shop without a sound.

They occasionally passed lone men and women slipping into alleyways. Old Wang had his face covered anyway, so he was not worried.

Matt, Stick, and Elektra had already been exposed at Columbia University. So many people had seen them that there was no point worrying either.

Old Wang understood very well that no matter how careful they were, they could not evade people who were determined to find them. New York was densely populated, and there were plenty of people wandering the streets in the middle of the night instead of sleeping. Old Wang could not possibly knock them all out, nor was there any need to.

"Skye, close up."

Old Wang tossed Stick onto the floor and raised a hand.

A green healing orb appeared and merged into Stick’s body.

His wounds, which had nearly healed already, now closed completely. Even the injuries inside his body slowly began recovering. However, Old Wang had no way to replenish his blood, so his face remained pale and ugly.

This old man, who had lived for so many years, had his life saved. After resting and recovering for a while, he should make a full recovery.

Monks were masters of healing, and Old Wang was even the Mistweaving Grandmaster praised by everyone in World of Warcraft. His Mistweaving techniques had saved countless lives. The elites and upper ranks of every major race in the Alliance and Horde were basically his loyal patients.

If Old Wang raised the call, even the Alliance High King and Horde Warchief would struggle to hold their positions. He was the only man in Azeroth who might become the world’s High King. After all, he had received the planet’s own recognition…

He had shaped Azeroth Miss’s values. From innocent ignorance to her current teenage form, this was absolutely a raising series!

"Master Wang, please save Elektra!"

Matt carefully placed Elektra on the only bed. Watching the sheets gradually soak through with blood, he was heartbroken.

She had lost so much blood, and her heartbeat was almost gone. Could she still be saved?

"She won’t die… Even if she does, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just revive her."

Old Wang raised his hand. This time, it was not a healing orb, but the more powerful Mist of Revival + Mist of Soothing.

Misty green energy gathered around her wounds, promoting hemostasis like platelets. The wounds slowly wriggled shut, followed by the internal injuries.

The sight left Matt deeply excited.

He could hear Elektra’s heartbeat growing stronger and her breathing becoming steadier. Her injuries had stabilized. She had survived.

If Master Wang had not been staring intently at Elektra with a focused expression, with fine beads of sweat even appearing on his face, looking exhausted and impossible to disturb, Matt would have thanked him immediately.

During the process, Old Wang took the opportunity to carefully examine Elektra’s body.

He did not care about her height, weight, or measurements. In any case, she could not compare to Azeroth Miss. What concerned him was Elektra’s physical condition and mental state.

The Pandaren lived on the continent of Pandaria, where the residual power of the Old God Y’Shaarj lingered. Any negative emotion could cause Sha to emerge. Thus, the Pandaren had always remained optimistic and positive. The Monk legacy they created followed the same principle, cultivating both body and mind to forge powerful spirits.

He used True Qi to examine Elektra’s body and his mind to examine her spirit.

Elektra’s body was no different from that of an ordinary person. Beast’s power clearly had not descended yet, or she could not possibly be this weak.

Even if it had only just descended, Elektra, as the Black Sky, would have experienced massive improvements in every aspect of her physical abilities. She would certainly have been much stronger than Daredevil, Stick, and the others combined.

The problem lay with her spirit.

Because Beast had not truly descended, its influence on the host’s mind did not seem as direct or effective as the Spirit of Vengeance’s. This left Old Wang unable to thoroughly study Beast or determine how its methods differed from those of the Old Gods and Dreadlords.

Since he had decided to raise her, Old Wang had to take responsibility for Elektra.

He did not want to raise not a pretty girl with a good temperament, but some evil god from who knew where.

Robbie had been able to reach an agreement with the Spirit of Vengeance and restrain it to a certain extent. Elektra might be able to do the same.

But she needed training.

This was not the kind of training that a half-baked hack like Stick could handle.

K’un-Lun might have a way, but it was too far away.

In the end, he would have to rely on himself.

"You can’t return to Columbia University. The Hand won’t let you go."

Old Wang rubbed his chin. "How about I find you a place to stay?"

Thanks to Ziyuan882 for the 100 reward.