These three men and one woman made a total of four.
Four pistols—and the three men also carried submachine guns.
All four wore "masks."
The men wore wolf masks, while the woman wore a fox mask.
The masks looked disturbingly realistic.
And for good reason.
After Blaine scanned them with telepathy, he discovered something strange.
Their faces weren't masks at all. They were their real bodies.
Obviously, they were orcs—similar to the werewolves of Beacon Hill.
This was Blaine's first time seeing orcs. Usually, such races were rare—maybe only two or three in an entire city. To see four at once was bizarre.
And S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't intervening?
Three werewolves and a fox girl?
Weren't werewolves and foxes supposed to hate each other? How could they be working together?
Blaine smirked.
He didn't care. Let them rob a bank. As long as they didn't mess with him, he'd just withdraw money elsewhere.
While he was thinking, the four orcs screamed orders, demanding that the staff hand over cash.
At this time, most of New York's key security forces—including police—had been redirected to Manhattan for reconstruction after the Battle of New York.
After all, Manhattan was the financial core of the city, home to countless corporations worth billions. Most importantly, Stark Industries was there.
Because of this, the police presence in other boroughs was far thinner than usual.
Otherwise, even orcs wouldn't dare to rob a bank in Queens so openly. It would've been suicide.
Blaine also sensed that these four had no intention of killing anyone.
Not because they were merciful—if they were kind-hearted, they wouldn't be robbing a bank. They looked like common thugs.
But if someone died, everything would change.
A robbery meant limited police response. They could escape using their "realistic masks."
But a murder? That would trigger a citywide manhunt.
And in the modern world, with cameras everywhere, even orcs wouldn't last long.
Clearly, they weren't complete idiots.
Blaine glanced around.
The orcs forced the bank staff to fetch the money, while they searched the customers.
"Quick! Take it out!"
"If you want to live, hand it over!"
"Money for safety!"
Under the threat of pistols, submachine guns, and their terrifying "faces," some customers panicked and threw out all their valuables. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI[F]ire.net
The orcs stuffed everything into a sack. When they prepared to search the remaining holdouts, the bank staff returned with the cash.
"Take it and go!"
One of the werewolves, with a scar across half his face, barked the order.
"But some people still haven't handed over their—"
"Forget it! We can't waste another second. Take the money and run!"
"Got it!"
Their teamwork was sharp. After a brief exchange, they grabbed the sack and rushed out through the staff passage, following their pre-planned escape route.
The moment they left, the customers finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At that same moment, the police arrived.
Don't blame them—it was already fast to get there in just a few minutes. All they could do now was chase.
Blaine rose and followed.
Mostly out of curiosity. He wanted to see more about these orcs.
Marvel's world mixing with orcs? Strange indeed.
He slipped quietly through the staff passage.
And that was when he noticed a blind man.
Wearing small round sunglasses, carrying a cane, dressed in a suit with leather shoes and a briefcase, he moved at incredible speed for someone sightless.
Blaine activated [HawkEye].
Immediately, he realized—the blind man was heading directly toward the orcs' escape route.
"Tsk tsk… interesting," Blaine muttered.
He recognized him at once.
A blind man who was also a lawyer.
Matthew Murdock.
Not everyone knew the name.
But in Hell's Kitchen, his other name was well known.
"Daredevil."
Since someone was already tailing the orcs, Blaine didn't care.
He could tell the orcs only had slightly enhanced physical strength compared to humans. For Daredevil, taking them down would be easy.
As long as he wasn't thrown off by their monstrous appearances.
But considering The Hand wielded dragon bones and resurrection magic, even orcs weren't that hard to believe in this world.
For Blaine, this was just a small episode.
The real excitement was still ahead.
For him, the thrill was completing tasks and cashing in rewards.
He hadn't taken new jobs lately—not because there weren't any, but because he was waiting for another payout to arrive.
Since the Battle of New York, many major organizations had been in turmoil, paralyzed by fear.
After all, alien fleets had appeared in Manhattan without warning, leveling most of the borough.
Who had the time to carry out normal operations after that?
The Hand, with their brainwashed death-worshipping ninjas, might still come for him eventually. But for now, they were licking their wounds.
It would take time before they recovered enough to act.
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