Chapter 432: Hell's Kitchen in Full Swing
Two days had passed since Ethan's conversation with Strange and Tony in the dimensional space.
Hell's Kitchen.
"Hurry up, get it all inside! Gently, gently! This is high-tech equipment, there's no room for sloppiness!" A supervisor in a Stark Industries uniform waved his walkie-talkie, directing the workers on site.
"Out of the way, out of the way! Don't block the road up front!"
Workers hurried back and forth between mountains of stacked cargo, sweat running down their foreheads.
On top of that, heavy machinery bearing the Stark Industries logo, excavators and every kind of construction vehicle poured into the area like a tide.
"What on earth is going on?" some visiting tourists asked curiously.
"Beats me," said a friendly worker, stopping to wipe the sweat from his brow with a grin. "But word is Mr. Cross and Mr. Stark are starting some big project here. If it's what the boss wants, we just do it. Who'd dare ask questions?"
Hell's Kitchen's unique location and complicated history already made it the focus of intense worldwide attention. Any little stir there drew notice from the outside world.
Now an operation on this unprecedented scale was like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, sending out ripples in every direction.
Illuminati Headquarters.
"Looks like our Mr. Cross knows something."
Reed set down the report in his hand. His eyes were sharp as a hawk's as he stared straight at Kang across from him, as if trying to look right through his soul.
Everything happening in Hell's Kitchen right now made it hard not to suspect that Ethan knew something.
That was the problem.
Only a handful of people knew the Celestial was about to awaken. Reed had to suspect a leak inside the Illuminati.
But even within the Illuminati, only a tiny few knew.
The Illuminati's members didn't know yet, and the Eternals didn't necessarily seem to know either.
Reed hadn't told anyone himself. So the only one left for him to suspect was Kang.
Once the thought took shape, it grew like weeds, and Reed couldn't ignore it.
So his eyes fixed on Kang once again.
Kang was always calm and elegant. Every movement carried an indescribable composure.
Now, facing Reed's suspicious gaze, he didn't show the slightest nervousness. He simply took off his glasses and gently wiped the lenses with a clean white silk handkerchief.
The motion was graceful and unhurried, as if he couldn't care less about Reed's suspicion.
And it was exactly that composure that deepened Reed's doubts.
Then what was Kang's purpose in all this?
While Reed was distracted by the thought,
Kang put his glasses back on.
"You're overthinking it, Mr. Richards. It's not a pleasant thing to say, but if even we know about it, how could Ethan possibly not? Ethan is, after all, the common enemy of the powers behind both of us."
Seeing Reed still suspicious, Kang didn't panic in the least. He went on with a smile.
"Besides, does it matter? What matters is our plan, and whether we achieve our goal. Isn't it?"
"If Ethan really does know, so much the better. The more chaotic things get, the better our chances, wouldn't you say?"
"True enough. Hahahahaha!!"
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Kamar-Taj.
The Ancient One slowly opened her eyes. Her deep gaze seemed to pierce the barriers of time and space and stare straight toward Hell's Kitchen.
There, neon lights flashed and crowds roared, and every kind of fate wove together into a tangled web so complex that looking at it made one's head spin.
She sighed softly, a long, deep sigh.
Her fingers trembled slightly, as if tracing some mysterious symbol in the air. "The future can no longer be seen," she murmured, a note of confusion and uncertainty in her voice. "I wonder whether, in this rare convergence of the multiverse, I'll fall, or advance one step further."
With that, the Ancient One closed her eyes again, as if she'd melted into the air around her.
An indescribably profound aura began to radiate from her, a mysterious power beyond time and space that shook the very soul.
If Ethan had been there, he would have been amazed, because the Ancient One carried the aura of an Authority.
And it was richer than any Authority aura he'd seen before.
...
Asgard.
Odin stood in the center of the great hall in golden armor that blazed with light, every plate seeming to hold limitless power and wisdom.
In his hand he gripped the legendary Gungnir, the Eternal Spear. Its tip traced lightly through the air with a faint, crisp ring, a symphony of ages and glory.
His gaze was deep, as if it could pierce the walls of time and space and see far into the future.
"Prepare for war!" Odin's voice was low and powerful, echoing through the hall like thunder. Those few short words held an irresistible force that made Thor and Loki straighten their backs without thinking, a grave look in their eyes.
As Odin spoke, a tremendous aura burst from him and swept the hall like a storm.
It was full of boundless majesty, power and resolve, as if it would turn every obstacle to nothing.
The aura flashed by in an instant, yet it left an indelible mark on everyone's heart.
In that moment, Thor and Loki felt they were seeing the king who had once led Asgard to victory after victory return at last.
...
No one really understood what Hell's Kitchen was up to.
No one knew what Ethan, the Lord of Hell's Kitchen, was thinking.
No one knew why they were buying up supplies on such a massive scale.
But everyone was clear on one thing: Hell's Kitchen, quiet for more than half a year, had come alive again now that its master was back.
And that meant an unknown storm might be quietly brewing, about to sweep in!
As for the instigator himself, Ethan was troubled at that moment.
Because he'd just heard a word that was both strange and familiar to him.
"Reincarnators?!"
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