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The news that Alex Ray was preparing for war in Hell's Kitchen spread like wildfire, and the entire district was thrown into chaos.
Tension thickened the air like a gathering storm.
Residents who had been casually strolling the streets froze upon hearing the news—then quickly picked up their pace and hurried home.
Their faces were drawn with worry and unease, as if they could sense the approach of something terrible.
Street vendors shut down early, boarding up their stalls to shield themselves from the violence looming over the night.
They stood by their doors, staring at the darkening sky with helpless expressions and a growing sense of dread.
But Alex Ray walked as if nothing were amiss, strolling leisurely toward his restaurant as if the battle ahead didn't concern him.
His eyes held a firm resolve, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.
He knew this conflict was unavoidable, but he felt no fear. He had faith in himself—faith that he could endure and prevail.
As the narrow streets bustled with people rushing about—
They all stopped when they saw Alex.
Some raised a fist or gave him a silent thumbs-up—quiet gestures of encouragement and solidarity.
Their eyes were filled with admiration. They knew Alex Ray was fighting for the future of Hell's Kitchen.
Others looked on in concern—after all, this battle wouldn't be easy.
"Go get 'em, young man! I'll send my kid over the moment school's back in!" a middle-aged woman called out.
Her voice brimmed with trust and gratitude—she understood that everything Alex was doing was for the children's future.
"Alex Ray, thank you for all you've done for Hell's Kitchen. I hope you make it through," an elderly man said, clapping him on the shoulder. His eyes were full of hope.
Feeling the weight of the residents' expectations only strengthened Alex's resolve.
He knew that in this fight, failure was not an option.
He couldn't let them down—not after everything he'd done to get this far.
Before long, Alex reached the restaurant.
John Wick, Pietro Maximoff, Wade Wilson (Deadpool), and Ho Yinsen were already waiting downstairs, as if they'd all agreed to meet. Even Deadpool, who'd gone out the night before to make some extra cash, had returned.
They stood together, eyes steady and focused on Alex.
Seeing them, Alex felt a surge of warmth. He still had a loyal group of allies. He would not lose.
"Why are you all standing outside? Worried about me? Just head in already," Alex said with a relaxed smile, trying to ease the tension.
But no one responded. Instead, they followed him inside in silence.
They all understood that soon, they'd be fighting side by side—for the future of Hell's Kitchen.
Inside the restaurant, the air was thick with tension as people whispered to one another in low, urgent tones.
Alex swept a serious gaze across the room, his expression hard.
The lighting was dim, but his eyes gleamed like drawn blades—sharp and unwavering.
"Our opponents won't be easy," he said.
His deep voice echoed through the room.
"We're up against the Irish gangs from the West Side, the Mexican syndicate down south, and the Hand. Behind them, we've got the Society... and S.H.I.E.L.D. We need to stay sharp."
What Alex didn't know yet was that the Brotherhood of Mutants had also come to Hell's Kitchen—with him as their target.
"We must give it everything we've got tonight," Alex said, his tone resolute.
"As for the Irish in the West, I've already reached an agreement with the Brits in the North—they'll be backing us. Wilson Fisk will handle things on that front.
The Vongola Family in Midtown will help clear out the small fry."
"As for the SHIELD strike team that's backing the Mexican gang in the south—Caine, Marcus, I'm assigning that job to you two. Any issues?"
He looked at the two men, his voice calm but firm.
After all, no matter how large the Mexican gang's numbers were, they were just ordinary criminals. Alex had confidence in Marcus, a legendary assassin—and SHIELD was a challenge he trusted Caine could handle.
"No problem. I won't be holding back on drug dealers," Caine replied, calm and confident.
"If I'm right... you've got backup coming too," Alex added, his eyes flashing with quiet insight.
"The gangs aren't the real threat. It's the Hand and the Society we need to worry about."
"You three—Deadpool, Pietro, John—I'm assigning the Hand and the Society to you."
"Deadpool, you can keep earning that extra cash."
"And don't forget your dog," he added with a smirk.
"You really get me, my dear Alex," Deadpool grinned. "Admit it—are you in love with me?"
Alex ignored the quip and turned to Ho Yinsen. "Dr. Yinsen, why don't you take Liam to Tony's place? Or you can stay here. I promise—no one's getting past me."
Yinsen smiled. "Don't worry. I'm not dead weight. Just hand me a gun—I'll stay here and fight. I'll protect Liam."
Alex nodded slightly. No more words were needed.
"I'll stay in the restaurant and coordinate operations," he continued. "If anything goes wrong, I'll alert you immediately. And we have to be ready for unexpected enemies."
The air remained thick with intensity as preparations continued.
Everyone moved quickly, focused and efficient, getting ready for the night's battle.
Alex sat quietly in a corner, his expression serious, eyes sharp. He looked as though he were deep in thought.
In reality, he was communicating with the system in his mind, checking for anything it could offer to help.
When he opened the system interface, Alex was startled by the flood of notifications.
"Congratulations, host. Hell's Kitchen Resident D has successfully added you as a friend."
"Congratulations, host. Hell's Kitchen Resident E has successfully added you as a friend."
"Congratulations, host..."
Alex noticed all these notifications were timestamped from when he'd walked from Fisk Tower back to the restaurant.
"System, how many friend points do I have now?" he asked.
"You currently have 603 friend points. These can be exchanged for 6 family points. Would you like to make an exchange?"
"Yes. Exchange them."
"Commencing lottery draw," the system said.
"Congratulations, host. You've won... Thank you for your participation."
"Tch. Of course. Damn probability rates," Alex muttered.
"Do it again, system. Use all five spins at once."
He closed his eyes and waited.
Ding—the system responded.
"Lottery complete."
"Congratulations, host. You've won..."
"Congratulations, host. You've obtained the Lost Drive."
"Congratulations, host. You've obtained the Eternal ."
Alex vaguely recalled Kamen Rider Eternal's tagline—Come on, enjoy yourself in hell.
He looked down at the two items and muttered, "Kamen Rider Eternal? Hell? That really suits me."
"System... this isn't just coincidence, is it?"
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