Midtown Circle Finance Corporation.

Alexandra sat solemnly at the head of the conference table, with a calmness on her face that seemed to belong to a person of her own status. At the conference table in front of her were the remaining four leaders of the legendary Hand, who were sitting beside her, waiting for her to speak.

The five leaders of the Hand are all important figures in their respective fields, and each has a lot of work to deal with, and it is difficult to even meet in the same city on a normal day. And the only thing that can make all the five people here put down everything at hand and gather in this conference room is about the "dragon bones" under New York.

This is also the fundamental reason for the existence of the Hand - immortality. These people were originally monks of Kunlun, and they all stole the remains of the dragon bones preserved by Kunlun in pursuit of the secret of eternal life, and defected from Kunlun to form the Hand Society. The Hand has grown under them for centuries and is now deeply rooted around the world, becoming an intertwined behemoth. But at the same time, the keels they had stolen had been depleted over the years, forcing them to relive the fear of death, an emotion that had disappeared centuries ago.

But as soon as they dig up a new keel from the ground in New York, they will be able to dispel the shadow of death again and be given a new lease of life. At that time, the foundations of the whole of New York will sink, and the city will fall apart.

"Okay, let's skip the long-lost greetings." The squinting old woman tapped the table with her withered knuckles. This is Mrs. Gao, the head snake of New York, the big drug lord, and even Jin He is in awe of her.

Her narrowed eyes widened a little, and she turned to Alexandra, "Let's get straight to the point, this time we were summoned because there was progress in the keel matter?" ”

Alexandra frowned and looked at Lady Gao suspiciously, "I thought it was Lady Gao who summoned us." ”

Mrs. Gao said strangely: "I thought it was you." ”

"The message I received is from Sowanda." Murakami, a Japanese, squinted at the African warlord sitting next to him, and he spoke in Japanese.

"Not me." The named African warlord Sowanda shook his head, and then his gaze turned to the next person in line along the conference table, "I thought it was a fighter. ”

The leader known as the Fighter frowned and looked at the main seat: "I came here after receiving news from Alexandra. ”

This is not the case. The leaders of the Hand quickly became alert. Since it wasn't any of the five of them who initiated this meeting, who else could it be?

The lights on the ceiling flickered weakly twice and went out with a "snap". The room was plunged into a chaotic darkness.

The five leaders stood up as if reflexively, each revealing their close-fitting weapons. Although they all appear to be civilized upper-class people, they are actually ninja leaders. Each of them possesses an unbelievable skill, a pack of jackals who have carefully hidden their fangs.

The door to the conference room, which should have been locked, slowly moved open, as if it had been blown open from the outside by a gentle gust of wind. The black body of steel silently blocked the entrance to the conference room, its face glowing with a V-shaped pale blue fluorescence, which was now the only light source in the entire room.

Like a grim reaper of steel, he brought the pronouncement of death.

***

Again, Gwen still thinks her plan might not be so good. If I had to say that this plan was stronger than her previous plan, it might be that she didn't have a plan at all.

Step A, infiltrate the Fisk Building, and climb down the ventilation duct into the surveillance center in the basement just like in an old movie like Mission: Impossible. Thanks again to the instructor Winter Soldier for teaching her breath-holding stealth skills, Gwen had never realized that the lessons she had taken were so useful.

Step B, stun the security guard in charge of the camera in the surveillance center (by the way, silently say sorry to him). Then I looked around the neighborhood and found the switchboard that had stored all the surveillance data in the Fisk Building for the past year.

Step C, and perhaps the most crucial part, is to crack the passcode lock on the switchboard, which is touted to be absolutely unbreakable. But this part is not something she can work on, this part is a test of whether the equipment skills assigned to her by Heavenly Sword are good enough.

Gwen jumped in front of the switchboard and showed off the new watch she was wearing. It was a light blue electronic watch with a white wristband, which was standard for every agent of the Paranormal Operations Team when they were out in the field. Its most commonly used function is to carry out stable communication that the signal cannot be interfered with, in addition to the link to the Tianjian server, hacking into the firewall, releasing electric shocks, facial recognition scanning, fingerprint scanning and so on.

However, the manual for this thing is too long, Gwen only got it yesterday, and she hasn't had time to study the other complex and diverse functions for the time being. For the time being, she only figured out how to use this thing to unlock, and it seemed that this was also the function she needed for the time being.

She wirelessly linked her watch to the combination lock and started the crack. There were nine digits in the password, and the cracking program started to run, and the numbers in all nine positions began to scroll like crazy.

The first digit appears after three seconds, the second digit takes seven seconds, and the third digit takes fifteen seconds, and it seems that each digit next digit is more difficult to crack. Gwen stared anxiously at the dial, unconsciously chanting "Hurry, hurry", as if wishing she could do something for the little machine.

After a long wait, the last digit finally stopped scrolling in. Gwen almost whistled excitedly when the words "Verified" popped up on the cipher disk.

She's got the pass to navigate the machine, and the rest is a matter of course. She downloaded as much video information as she could into the storage system of the Heavenly Sword Communication Table, and after estimating that it was almost there, she disconnected the link and prepared to leave.

God, I can't believe it worked. Gwen felt her heart pound in her chest, and her blood rushed to her head. She succeeded, she had enough evidence to bring down Fisk, and she could become an official field agent if she passed this test!

"Hey!" At some point, another security guard appeared at the door and pulled out a gun at her, "How did you get in?" Don't move! ”

Well, it almost worked. Step D, escape from this building with the evidence. Insider tip: It's best not to get caught by Kim again.

The security guard snapped and fired. Gwen dodged to the side, raised a bolt of silk to disarm the security guard, and followed the arrow forward with a knee that knocked him to the ground.

"Stephen, what's wrong with you? Is everything working in the area? Talk back! "Voices came over the intercom of the fallen security guard.

Unluckily, his walkie-talkie was still on, which may mean that she had to speed up a little more and run away.

Gwen sped along the outer corridors, encountering several more security guards along the way, but she was only able to deal with them easily. She dodged bullets, shot cobwebs, punched and kicked, and didn't stop the whole time.

That was until the blue blaster blasted the hallway walls from her side, forcing her to stop for a moment.

"See you again, little spider girl." It's a thriller again. He stood in front of Gwen, his hands glowing blue, "Last time the boss wouldn't let me deal with you." But now, he's saying he's going to stop you from getting out of here at all costs. So you're not going to be so lucky this time. ”

"The man who said this was trampled under my feet." Gwen scoffed.

Anger flashed in his frightened eyes, and his fists burst out with a shocking wave. Gwen jumped onto the ceiling, ripples passing under her feet.

"There's not that much room for you to bounce around this time, little loach." Horror snorted, "I see how you hide this time." ”

He was right, the space in the corridor was too cramped, and Gwen's agile and changeable body skills could not be used at all. But she reacted smartly, dodged two blows, raised her leg and kicked a sideways kick, kicked open a locked door in the hallway next to her, and flew into the room.

"Run? You think it's useful to run into there? ”

Thriller strode in as she sent a shockwave into the door, but she didn't want Gwen to just make the illusion of rushing into the room, in fact, she immediately flew back as soon as she entered the room, and the whole person gasped like a spider directly above the door frame. The moment Horror walked into the door, she let go of her hands and feet and fell down, and fell coldly in front of Horror.

When she was close to her again, she suddenly panicked again, and hurriedly wanted to jump back, and at the same time raised her fist to release the impact. But where is Gwen's opponent when he is posted at such a distance? Gwen pinched his glove with both palms, one left and one right, and with a force of ten fingers, he squeezed his weapons again. She flew up with a kick, and her long legs gracefully pumped him in the face of the thriller and pulled him unconscious.

The horror delayed her for about twenty seconds, and she had to hurry. Gwen returned to the hallway and continued to gallop forward. The door at the end of the passage was the exit, and she could get back to the surface through that door, and then she could swing away with the evidence, just one step away from success.

She kicked open the iron door and rushed into the stairwell, the spider sense stabbing in that instant. Without thinking, Gwen jumped sideways, grabbed the staircase railing with one hand, and squatted down on the handrail with both feet.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Wilson Fisk, whose punch missed, staring at her with bloodshot red eyes, like a bull whose anger had been stored to the limit.