Chapter 818

New York, 177A Brick Street—this was the New York Sanctum's address in the mundane world.

Normally, this building of unknown purpose received almost no attention. But today, a gray van suddenly pulled up and stopped at its entrance. Several people jumped out, immediately drawing the eyes of every passerby.

One of them was dressed in bizarre clothes, but he was the least noteworthy, since his outfit was at least somewhat understandable—perhaps some kind of cosplay. The other three, however, wore yellow monk's robes beneath thick military bulletproof vests, with Russian special forces ballistic helmets on their heads that looked like welding masks.

Honestly, if these people had not been empty-handed, the pedestrians would probably have called the police immediately. Needless to say, they were Kaecilius and his group.

After successfully attacking the London Sanctum, Kaecilius immediately set his sights on the New York Sanctum, whose combat strength was only middling. This time, however, he did not open a portal directly inside the Sanctum. Instead, he landed somewhere random in New York City. After all, New York was truly a place of painful memories for him!

Back then, he had been full of ambition, leading a large force in an attempt to raid the New York Sanctum before moving on to the Kamar-Taj library to steal the magic books on how to contact Dormammu. But things had gone completely against his wishes. For some unknown reason, fifty people had been crammed into a public restroom in a company lobby. They had been packed together like canned goods, and even now, he clearly remembered that someone had shoved a finger into his nostril!

There had even been one unlucky fellow who accidentally teleported himself into a toilet and was crushed to death inside it.

Naturally, Kaecilius had taken it as humiliation from