This attack made the man freeze immediately, and then Liam proceeded to send a flurry of sword strikes at the guard. Of course, the attacks came in spectral forms, and wheacks ehe guard blew up into small pieces, frozen in ice.

  There were no blood spills anywhere, and one could sehe cold atmosphere. An eerie silence hung in the air. Liam proceeded to break the lo the huge metal door that led inside. After the loud thud, the door opened, and there he saw multiple young men and women, all of whom looked at him with fear in their eyes.

  Liam took a good look at them and even found the guy he had been looking for: Thomas Galghar. But he also khat he couldn't take these children out, at least not at that moment. The horrific ses outside would be very bad and would traumatize them more than they were already.

  "Stay here. Someone will e to take you away soon," Liam said in a hoarse tone and then proceeded to shut the dain. He wasn't doing this to gain reition, anyway, so he didn't heir approval. The younglings were fused and, thus, didn't react at all.

  Liam then proceeded to call Tony.

  "Hello."

  "You have the o call me? You call Pepper multiple times a day, and then you call me once a week?" Tony shouted over the phone.

  "It's because Pepper is now the CEO," Liam defended himself. "And we have this tantrum ter. I just uncovered a bunch of trafficked younglings. Use your es in the police department and free them. I'll send you some pictures to get the search warrant."

  Tony wao tih his drama but stopped whearted seeing the pictures and videos Liam sent. His mood had already been sour for the past few days, and seeing this angered him.

  "JARVIS, tact the Stark Foundation ahem to use all means necessary to deal with whoever's responsible for this."

  "I will get to it, Sir."

  4 a.m.

  "Jesus Christ, who even works this te at night?"

  "I was having dreams of being on a bea Hawaii. Now this case will destroy all of my pns for the month or so."

  "Oh yeah, you were supposed to be on vacatio week. Get ready for divorce."

  "Ugh... don't remind me. Where's Dexter? Why isn't that guy here yet?"

  "I'm here... I'm here. I had to get an Uber. Sorry." A 6-foot-tall man with a well-built body, blonde hair, and a beard came running in. He looked a bit disheveled and slightly out of breath. He was carrying a secured steel box at his side, which seemed to hold all the equipment necessary for the iigation.

  But once he stepped in, he was beyond dumbfounded. When he was called for an emergency, he thought there had been a homicide or maybe multiple homicides. But this was beyond what he had expected as he stepped onto the ship.

  Bodies y left and right. Some had their heads separated, some were stabbed right through their hearts, and some had their skulls riddled with holes from arrows lodged ieel ground. This was brutality to the max.

  Dexter was a forensialyst specializing in blood spatter pattern analysis, and he was the only one who specialized in that field. Thus, he had to be called in for this situation, which the detectives were trying to make sense of. What really ahe detectives was that the SWAT team was here before they could arrive.

  The Stark Foundation had called a judge, assembled a huge SWAT team, and raided the location. Their raid had already ihe whole se, and by the time the detectives arrived, it was too te.

  But the detectives couldn't say a word si was the Stark Foundation, a foundation built by Tony himself and known for using its moo fund the police, hospitals, and other institutions. Thus, they couldn't just object whehing had already taken pce.

  Dexter surveyed all the victims, and it took almost an hour to get a rough overview. The more he saw, the less se made to him. He had alrided himself on being able to dis the mind of a perpetrator, but this time he couldn't dis the body of the perp.

  "Lay it on me, Dexter."

  "We have a Captain Ameri the run, and he's carrying a sword and a bow," Dexter replied.

  "A what now?" one of the detectives asked, trying to process what he had just heard.

  "You see the dismembered bodies here? It takes an immense amount of force to separate limbs from a body. Maybe a person with siderable strength could do it once or twice, but this guy—assuming he is a man—was able to do this to multiple targets. Not only that, but his bow must be very well-built, too, since each arrow was able to pee the skull, which is standard for any good bow. However, these arrows went beyond and struck 4 inches deep, which shows how powerful this person's bow was. And someoo even wield one would need massive amounts of strength. I haven't yet calcuted the strength necessary, but you'll have the metrics soon."

  "Great, now you have a super individual on the run," one of the detectives said.

  "Are you seriously believing this? I know you're a fan of Captain America, but do you seriously think he ever existed? There must be another expnation for this. Dexter, get on the case. I want a thh analysis of the victims," the other detective said, clearly furious with the detectives of Hell's Kit.

  He had always found them fishy, and there was no way he could believe su operation was going on here without their knowledge. But thankfully, the Director of the NY Police Department had taken an i in this case and had sent their best detectives.

  When he saw the young children being taken out by emergency services, blindfolded with cloth, he felt nothing but blood boiling.