Blaine had no idea what Ward was scheming, nor did he care to know.
Most likely, it was some order from the people behind Ward.
He curled his lips and didn't bother thinking about it.
Since the employer said the mission would be complete once the hammer was delivered to the warehouse, then so be it.
Even though it was quite late, it didn't matter to a night owl like Blaine.
He put on his Hunter outfit and once again slipped into the shadows, heading toward Warehouse No. 3 at the East Manhattan Dock.
Although it was called the East Manhattan Dock, it would be more accurate to say it was the East Dock of Hell's Kitchen. It really wasn't big—despite its grand name, it was actually just a small, rather unremarkable dock on Manhattan's east side.
Blaine moved swiftly. It didn't take long to get from Queens to Manhattan.
But when he arrived at the East Dock, a faint sense of doubt rose in him.
Blaine curled his lip as a tingling sensation tugged at his scalp, as if someone was pulling his hair.
It was his danger sense.
Was there danger?
He shook his head, dismissing the feeling, and crept to the roof of Warehouse No. 1, overlooking the entire dock.
The dock looked eerie at night, but within his line of sight, he didn't see anyone.
So, where was the danger coming from?
Blaine leapt a few times and landed on the roof of Warehouse No. 3. He closed his eyes slightly and activated Mind Control—his mental power slowly spread across all the warehouses in the East Dock.
Soon, his eyes opened, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Through his perception, he discovered that all the warehouses had been converted into small factories. Despite the late hour, many people were still busy manufacturing something, including the warehouse directly beneath him—No. 3.
Moreover all of them were blind.
In addition, each factory exit had two guards equipped with submachine guns, katanas, and shuriken. Warehouse No. 3 had two exits and four guards.
"Are they making drugs?" Blaine muttered to himself.
If he wasn't mistaken, this East Manhattan Dock should be under the Rand Corporation.
Why would Rand need such a small dock?
Why were the warehouses converted into small factories?
The answer was obvious.
This dock must be a drug production base set up in New York after the Hand corrupted the Rand Corporation.
Those blind workers and the guards with submachine guns and katanas—no, they were ninjas—were all proof.
It had to be Madame Gao's doing. That old woman was in charge of illegal drug production. All her subordinates, except the guards, were blind, and she ruled through violence and fear.
Blaine curled his lips.
He could now guess who had given Ward Meachum the order.
It definitely wasn't the Hand.
The Hand wouldn't be stupid enough to expose their drug manufacturing, distribution, and transportation hub to him. Madame Gao would never make such a foolish move.
Even though the Hand had great influence, that didn't mean she'd be arrogant enough to expose the entire start of her drug operation. If this dock was discovered and investigated, it could easily be traced back to the Rand Corporation that leased the dock. By then… Madame Gao's drug empire in New York might be torn apart by the superheroes.
After all, this world didn't just have Danny Rand, the soft and powerless Iron Fist—there was also Iron Man, Daredevil, and S.H.I.E.L.D...
Every step had to be taken with extreme caution.
Also—
That guy had him bring the hammer here.
There had to be another reason behind it.
A cold glint flashed through Blaine's eyes, and a smirk formed on his lips.
He slowly merged into the shadows and directly took control of one of the Hand guards, making him open the door.
What followed was a massacre.
Blaine didn't bother wasting energy trying to control these Hand ninjas.
Unlike regular agents, Hand ninjas leaned more toward the mystical side and were quite resistant to mental control. So, Blaine only controlled one of them to open the gate.
But that was enough.
Even back when he had just completed his first mission, he could withstand rocket launchers. Submachine guns and katanas posed no threat to him. Now, with a physical stat of 100, combined with the lv.4 Diamond Body and his Hunter outfit, these ninjas—no matter how skilled—were completely useless.
Like a tiger in a flock of sheep, Blaine entered the drug factory and, within seconds, killed everyone inside, including the blind workers. He also destroyed all the drugs they were making.
Blades struck him and broke. He didn't suffer even a scratch—how were they supposed to fight that?
He wiped the blood from his hands.
Blaine casually tossed Thor's Hammer onto the table once used for drug processing, and silently left the dock.
Destroying this little factory meant he had now provoked Madame Gao—and the Hand.
He wasn't afraid of trouble, but that didn't mean he liked being played or dragged into a massive organization's mess for no reason.
Intentional or not?
The sinister intent of the one behind the scenes was now laid bare before him.
Blaine licked his lips, the scent of blood still lingering in his nose. A chilling glint flickered in his eyes.
Mission complete.
In three days, everything would be revealed.
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