Chapter 8 Am I not also a beast?
The Hand of Hell's Kitchen is the American branch of the Hand.

The Shukai is headquartered in Japan and can be considered a multinational organization.

Although they are mainly engaged in illegal activities such as drug trafficking and smuggling, they are also conducting human experiments in secret.

Peter threw the documents on the table, sat in the manager's chair in the room, and fell into deep thought.

The document introduces that the Hand believes in an ancient demon called the "Beast". This so-called "Beast" can resurrect the dead and has incredible power.

Therefore, the Hand tried to summon the "Beast".

They use some special means to place part of the "beast" on the children, making these children the containers of the beast.

These children will be harvested after the "seeds" in their bodies sprout and become powerful warriors.

Of course, this also comes with huge risks.

Not everyone can endure this pain, and most children will die in endless pain.

Either they die outright, or they cannot withstand the power of the "beast" and go berserk and eventually die of exhaustion.

The "Gray Wolf Boy" lying on the ground is the test subject in which the "beast" was placed.

Because it couldn't withstand this kind of power, it went crazy and ran wild, so that the guys from the Hand couldn't control it, and in the end, they were all killed by the rampaging gray wolf.

The snake farmer was eventually killed by the snakes he raised.

It's really the best script!

After a second of silence for the "Gray Wolf Boy" who died unfortunately, Peter stood up.

The wind outside the window was howling even colder.

Turning his eyes away from the window, Peter walked towards the safe, took out all the money inside and put it into a bag he had found at random.

After loading, he used a lighter to set the documents on fire.

When the flames started, he threw the documents at the curtains and other flammable areas.

The fire grew stronger and stronger under the influence of the night wind, and soon set the whole room on fire.

"Call the fire trucks and ask them to speed up! Also, evacuate the surrounding residents immediately."

New York Police Commissioner George Stacy got out of the police car and gave instructions to his men.

Fortunately, there are no residential buildings around this house, so even if a fire occurs, it will not spread to other places.

After receiving the call from the police, George Stacy rushed over quickly, but he was still a step too late.

Frowning, feeling the heat from the flames before him, he took a step back and pressed his aching temple with his hand.

The action taken against the Hand Society a few days ago resulted in the arrest of a number of members suspected of drug trafficking.

Unexpectedly, the other party immediately retaliated against his daughter.

Although nothing happened to Gwen in the end, this incident still made him a little annoyed and scared.

But before he could vent his anger, accidents happened to the Shura Society one after another.

The gang that first tried to kidnap Gwen was found dead in an alley.

Then tonight, someone called police and reported a fire at the Hand headquarters in Hell's Kitchen.

The fire couldn't be put out in a short time, so George Stacy let out a breath and stopped thinking about the problems that were giving him a headache.

"Who called the police?"

He turned to his men and asked.

"We don't know yet. It seems the caller used a public phone to call."

The men replied to him.

George nodded and fell into deep thought.

He always felt that someone was behind all this.

It seemed as if there were a pair of eyes watching all this happening.

Looking up, George Stacy looked towards the tall buildings in the distant sky.

The line of sight kept stretching away until it became impossible to see anything clearly.

At the end of George Stacy's sight, on the rooftop of an office building, Peter stood on the edge of the rooftop, staring at the burning Hand in the distance.

He was the one who called the police.

However, even though the police put out the fire, the contents inside were basically burned.

Peter stretched out his hand in the cool night breeze.

With a slight movement of his mind, a layer of black exoskeleton immediately covered his arm.

His arm, wrapped in an exoskeleton carrying a crazy killing intent, made him vaguely feel that his arm could withstand any harm.

The alien exoskeleton is copied onto one's own body.

So am I becoming more and more half human, half alien?

After a while, he put down his arm and took out his cell phone.

His face was reflected on the phone screen.

Staring at his face on the screen, he fell into complicated thoughts.

Children parasitized by the "beast" will germinate and grow like seeds.

Either become a powerful warrior, or be devoured by the "beast" within and die.

And since you are pregnant with an embryo in your body, aren’t you also a container for the “beast”?
Either you will be killed by the alien embryo "breaking your chest", or you can survive by chance.

The difference between the two is that once the "beast" in one's body is released, it will probably be more deadly and dangerous than any other "beast".

Putting the phone in his pocket, Peter ended his complicated thoughts, glanced at the burning Hand in the distance, then turned and left the rooftop.

The next day, early in the morning.

Parker's house.

Uncle Ben was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. After seeing a piece of news, he said to Peter and Aunt May in surprise: "There was a fire in Hell's Kitchen last night."

Aunt May was mixing a fruit salad. When she heard Uncle Ben's words, she frowned. "I hope everything is OK. I've been a volunteer there before. Although the security there is a bit bad, there are also many good people."

"A homeless rescue organization, right?"

Uncle Ben put down the newspaper, "I remember you once participated in this charity organization."

"Yes, FEAST organization, being able to help those homeless people, nothing is more meaningful to me than this."

Aunt May feels that her volunteer work is very meaningful.

The two men were talking to each other without realizing that the culprit of last night's fire was actually their nephew.

"Peter? Want some salad?"

Aunt May talked to her husband, then raised her fruit salad and asked Peter, who had been silent the whole time.

"No thanks, Aunt May."

Peter looked up and said to Aunt May, "I've already eaten."

"You just ate a little cheese. You are still growing up, so you can't be picky about food."

Aunt May felt that Peter's appetite had become terribly small recently.

If this continued, she was worried that Peter would become malnourished.

Or. Peter doesn't like the food he cooks anymore?
She felt uncomfortable when she thought that her nephew didn't like the food she cooked.

"Maybe. I can taste it."

After a moment's silence, Peter walked over to Aunt May and took the salad from her with a smile.

Then he slowly chewed a piece of chicory.

Thinking back to the information he had just looked up about New York-Presbyterian Hospital, his brows furrowed slightly.

Stephen Strange?

This doctor's name seems familiar.

(End of this chapter)