The streets of Hell's Kitchen were a mess.
Overturned cars, shattered storefront windows, and Hand members groaning in pools of blood.
Jack Lockley was like an out-of-control War Machine, rampaging through the area.
He had already "visited" thirteen Hand or Kingpin strongholds.
At each stronghold, he dealt with it in the same way.
Kicking in the door, dragging out the people inside, and then using the most direct methods to interrogate them for information.
"Where is Shadow Knight?"
"Who is your new boss?"
"Where is that bastard in the black robe hiding?"
Most people chose silence or curses.
So Moon Knight made the choice for them.
Breaking fingers, twisting wrists, shattering kneecaps.
He didn't kill anyone, but everyone he "questioned" lost the ability to continue fighting.
Now, he stood before the fourteenth stronghold.
It was a seemingly ordinary laundromat.
But Moon Knight could smell the blood from inside.
And that eerie scent, unique to The Hand, a mix of sandalwood and death.
Moon Knight kicked open the laundromat door.
The door crashed down, hitting the ground and raising a cloud of dust mixed with laundry detergent and blood.
The people inside reacted quickly.
Four Hand ninjas sprang out from behind washing machines and piles of clothes, their katanas drawing stark white arcs in the dim light.
Moon Knight didn't dodge.
He charged forward like a bull into a flock of sheep, heading straight for the foremost blade.
"Crack!"
He directly grabbed the blade with his left hand, letting the sharp edge cut through his glove and skin, then, with a twist of his wrist, he snapped the steel katana.
In the ninja's moment of shock, Moon Knight's right fist had already smashed into his faceplate.
The sound of metal denting and bones shattering was clearly audible.
The ninja didn't even grunt, collapsing limply.
The remaining three attacked simultaneously from three directions.
Moon Knight didn't even look, his body sinking sharply, a sweeping kick tripping the ninja on his left; at the same time, he drew a crescent dart from his waist and threw it with a backhand.
The dart spun, precisely cutting the right ninja's sword-wielding wrist.
The last ninja lunged from behind, dual blades crossed, aiming for Jack's neck.
Moon Knight suddenly leaned back, his entire body bending backward at an impossible angle, dodging the dual blades while pushing off the wall with his feet, launching himself backward like a cannonball!
"Bang!"
He slammed violently into the ninja.
The ninja's sternum instantly collapsed, shattering the glass window behind him and sending him tumbling into the alley outside.
Moon Knight straightened up.
He walked over to the tripped ninja and stomped on his chest.
"Shadow Knight, where is he?"
The ninja cursed in Japanese, trying to struggle.
Jack lifted his foot, then brought it down heavily.
"Crack!"
It was the sound of ribs breaking.
"Where is he?" Jack repeated, his voice devoid of any emotion.
The ninja spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with venom.
"Very good."
Jack raised his foot again.
Just then, a red figure quietly appeared at the doorway.
Elektra.
She wore her iconic red tight-fitting battle suit, holding dual sai, her eyes coldly fixed on Moon Knight.
"This ends now." Her voice was calm.
Moon Knight narrowed his eyes.
Another Hand lackey?
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