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"Chief, what should we do next?"

After hearing this, Matt retracted his thoughts, slowly raised his head, and looked at the empty hall ahead.

Nowadays, the Hand's combat power is seriously insufficient. Except for the Black Wolf Spider, which is controlled by itself, there is almost no one who can fight.

Luke Cage, who was unwilling to surrender to himself and tried to attack him, was still living in the dungeon of the Shadow Realm.

"I need new warriors... Black Wolf Spider, go and find the bodies of Typhoid Mary, Cougar, Iron Fist, and Stickman."

"The Hand will be reborn!"

"Okay, chief."

A black shadow flashed across the hall and disappeared.

Matt took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the throne of the Hand.

Let the moonlight through the window shine on him.

"Joyce Joestar, I won't lose to you this time."

The dead will be resurrected in the hands of the Hand, and they will become the new warriors of the Hand.

Evil and greed flow in their blood, they will return to the night, they are the hunters in the night!

The dead who return to the living world will do whatever it takes to protect their home!

Joyce, do you hear the cry of this city?

Of course, of course you can't hear it, what a pity...

Such a beautiful destruction is about to begin.

three days?

A moment when the people of this city have begun to feed off each other.

And while they're doing it...

I can eat from it...

I become stronger by inflicting violence on those around me.

My darkness will continue to spread until the whole world is ashes.

At that time, only those who took the initiative to become slaves of the "beast" could survive in this world.

I want you to taste fear, pain, and humiliation!

I want to return these pains to you!

Let you also feel the pain of losing hope!

After all, there is animosity between us.

The black mist that wrapped around Matt's body began to gradually spread to the surroundings.

In the hall of the Hand, only Daredevil, covered in darkness, stood quietly.

......

"Oh, there is some truth or falsehood in your words. Don't you know it yourself? If you were a bystander, how could you know such clear information?"

"I don't believe that you had no involvement in it. Even when I need my help now, you won't tell me the real situation."

After hearing everything Yi Zang described, Joyce had a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Yizang's face does not change. He is worthy of being a man who has lived for hundreds of years. When he lies, his face does not change and his heart does not beat.

"But I need your help. Only you can uproot the power of the Hand in the shortest possible time!"

"But why should I help you?"

Joyce glanced at the old man strangely. Where did he get his confidence?

Just because I defeated the beast once?

"Matt and I are friends. Even if he is possessed now, he is still Matt. Why should I listen to you and kill my friend?"

Joyce snorted coldly.

"Since the threat from the beast is so high, why didn't you take action before it was completely resurrected? Instead, you waited until it was completely resurrected before you came to me?"

Joyce, who was scornful of Yi Zang in his heart, asked him back.

"It's not that I haven't tried it, but it failed..."

Yi Zang sighed, a look of embarrassment flashed across his face.

While his abilities are pretty good, they can't compare to the possessed Matt.

The beast possesses power that he can't match at all, and he doesn't even want to think about the scene of his escape again.

Joyce glanced at him disdainfully and poured himself a glass of wine again.

He doesn't care whether this bald guy does what he says or not. Why would he sneak into my house and expect me to give you a drink?

Dream about you!

Also, it’s better to avoid this tactic of killing someone with a borrowed knife.

"You don't need to teach me how to do things. I have my own way to deal with the beast's existence."

The grudges between the Hand and the Shinsumi are matters between themselves.

There was no need for him to intervene, and he didn't want to intervene. He just needed to get rid of Matt now.

He was not in a hurry, but Yi Zang was a little anxious.

He knew that now that Matt was possessed, he had become an unreasonable lunatic.

He must be eliminated as soon as possible, otherwise, he will cause catastrophe sooner or later.

Unexpectedly, Joyce was incompetent and refused to help him no matter how much he tried to persuade her.

After a moment of silence, Izo stood up.

"Excuse me, I'll take my leave now."

Yi Zang shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

The heavy rain has long since stopped, and a crescent moon hangs high in the sky, casting a faint silver glow.

In three days, I hope Matt can really change everything..."

Looking at the night outside the window, Joyce sighed and drank the last glass of the bottle of wine.

I looked at the time and realized that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a while, so I might as well watch TV for a while.

Joyce, who was too lazy to do anything, summoned his steel chain fingers to turn on the TV and adjust a few channels.

It keeps switching in a boring way.

"Urgent news, urgent news, Iron Man Tony Stark has declared war on the Mandarin and notified the entire network of the location of his home!"

"However, at 52:[-] tonight, an unregistered helicopter fired a missile at Iron Man's Malibu beach house!"

"Tony Stark's life or death is currently uncertain!"

Joyce, who accidentally switched to the news, was speechless for a moment.

You Tony, your big shit body just happened to be left here to die?It's a pity that a nice luxury villa by the seaside was destroyed like this...

After thinking for a moment, Joyce decided to use the Hermit's Purple to check his situation. He couldn't let his Lokakaka fruit go to waste, right?

……

"Dear Ophelia, the priest is back, what are you going to do?"

Baron Zemo stood in front of the window, looking out at the dark night, and asked softly to the charming woman behind him.

Ophelia was sitting on the sofa paper, holding a newspaper and reading quietly.

She heard Zemo's words and said without raising her head.

"What else can I do? I can't reach him at all, let alone the Captain America he awakened."

After saying this, she threw the newspaper in her hand aside, twisted her waist and stood up to stretch her body.

"There's no way he's going to join Hydra."

After learning his personal details, Ophelia had already guessed such a result.

I simply gave up the idea of ​​contacting him.

This priest is an absolute freak.

"That idiot Pierce was so stupid that he sent a middleman to find a mercenary to contact Daredevil? Now even his own people are involved."