When the first ray of sunlight shone on the ground in the morning, the whole of New York woke up from a deep sleep. The city of 30 million people was like a beast that had been awakened. The endless flow of traffic was like a beast roaring at the sky. The bad air was seen as a symbol of civilization, and we all knew that another symbol of civilization was to show its existence to the world.
In the past thousands of years, human civilization had never stood on the stage so confidently as it was now. It had never been as cruel as this era. Perhaps just pulling the trigger could take away many lives.
Take away those things that were the most precious to everyone.
Matt Murdock, wearing a dark red leather armor, stood up in the basement under the ruins of Hell's Kitchen. His completely opaque black helmet was full of cracks, and the very delicate battle stick in his hand had been broken into three pieces when the first wave of bombs exploded. Beside his feet was a pile of scrap iron twisted by flames and explosions. It was as if it had been burned by flames, and it was pitch-black.
He looked up. The stairs leading to the ground in front of him, a mixture of solid concrete and steel, had completely collapsed.
The basement floor was full of cold ashes. Matt staggered over them. He tried not to think about the origin of the ashes, but his crooked footprints were left on the black ashes. It was like a declaration that no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the memories that followed him like a shadow.
Matt Murdoch's breathing was difficult, like a dying beast. He squeezed his painful forehead hard, as if trying to squeeze the pain out of his brain. But the smoke from last night was still surging in his brain. The sound of the explosion was still echoing in his ears. The thick smell of blood seemed to still linger in his nostrils.
He stretched out his hands and hammered his head twice. Then, he clenched his teeth and hit the broken basement entrance above his head. The echo was muffled. The door could not be pushed open at all. Dust fell from the cracks. All of this pointed to one fact, and that was:
The passage above his head had been blocked by the collapsed ruins. He was trapped... like a wild beast trapped in an ice-cold cage. He clenched his fists and punched the pile of things above him twice. However, other than pain, he did not gain anything.
"Ah! Ahhhh! "
Matt waved his fists, his body covered in blood. As a bystander, he had experienced the entire battle last night. The basement where he was hiding had been bombed three times, and the ninjas of the Hand and the members of the Devil Gang had fought a life-and-death battle above his head. Bullets flew out of guns, sharp blades were unsheathed, and blood spurted out as they cut into flesh. He had heard all the low breaths that represented death and blood.
It was like a nightmare imprinted in his heart, the nightmare of Hell's Kitchen's destruction. He was most likely the only living witness.
"Destroyed … it's all destroyed."
He leaned against the corner of the wall tiredly like a helpless child. He grabbed his hair with both hands and muttered to himself. At this moment, the Demon of Darkness who had run amok in the Hell's Kitchen and carried out self-righteousness had completely destroyed everything. At this moment, a thread in his heart had snapped.
His life, the home he had grown up in, what he had protected, the justice he had upheld, and the career he had sworn to uphold were all destroyed. All the darkness and light he had experienced, all the hatred and love, all the despair and hope, all his memories were gone.
After the destruction last night, what was left of him?
"All the rebels … Eliminate them all … No fish escaped the net."
"Very good. Raze this place to the ground!"
Two intermittent conversations suddenly entered Matt's ears, causing him to raise his head abruptly. Under the opaque helmet, a trace of anger flashed across his face.
He remembered that voice! Last night's destruction had started with that voice.
Hatred was a good thing. It could fill one's heart with motivation. As long as it was used properly, it could allow one to explode with unimaginable power. When one was at a loss, hatred could also easily guide one's way.
On the ground, Seiber's body was bathed in sunlight. He was weakly leaning on a cane as he walked through the burning ruins. Around him, the Demon Gang's warriors who had just finished their breakfast were still patrolling with their weapons. From time to time, they would catch one or two fellows who were trying to escape. These villains would often cruelly drag them out of their hiding places and beat them to death. It was a pleasure for them to do so.
Saber didn't want to stop them. Sergues, with his shoulders in a sling and his upper body wrapped in bandages, followed behind him. From time to time, he would answer Saber's questions.
The place where the two of them walked past was silent. In the early morning wind, the ashes that covered the ruins were blown up, forming small dust vortexes in the air. Even though it was a place where the sun had just risen, it could not change the despair and silence that lingered in this place.
"A place of death without hope. Ha …"
Saber looked around indifferently. In places where ordinary people couldn't see, the souls stood there blankly. Every soul represented a death. These remnant souls were the same as the ones he saw in Gotham. They were incomplete as if they had been bitten by wild beasts.
"But this is my revenge. Do you like it?"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He turned around and saw the numerous Remnant Souls covering his front, back, left, and right. He snorted and a black spark wrapped around his fingertip. He casually touched the Remnant Soul beside him. It was as if he had ignited a piece of wood, sending it completely dissipating between heaven and earth.
He clapped his hands to disperse the nonexistent dust and asked casually.
"I heard that you found something strange in the fortress last night?"
"Yes, it was a huge basement."
Sergues replied with a serious face. "It was wrapped in a strange energy. Erwin measured it. It was at most a super-sized basement. But Santana was attacked as soon as he went down. He said it was as big as an underground castle with a distorted space."
"Shadow Realm?"
Saber nodded. Ancient One had already mentioned this matter, so this was an event that must be dealt with, but he was more concerned about other things.
"Catherine …"
"We didn't find her. We searched every inch of the land and every ruin."
Sergues lowered his voice. "But we didn't find anything related to Catherine. I now suspect that the little girl should have run away and not been caught by the Hand. Or worse, she is still in that Shadow Realm."
Saber pursed his lips, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes.
"Dorothy's injury is bad, and Samia can't be contacted. We can't rule out this possibility. Then get ready, we will enter the Shadow Realm in a while! By the way, how many casualties did the brothers suffer? "
"More than 800 people died and were injured."
Sergues said with some sadness. "We only collected more than 500 souls. Nearly 400 brothers will stay on this land forever. This is really our most serious loss in the past few years."
"Sigh, killing a thousand enemies, losing eight hundred of our own men."
Saber sighed, and then a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. "Since the brothers have taken this place for us, we can't hand it over again! We destroyed this place, and we will rebuild it … This will be the first land of The Devil Gang in New York. This place is ours! "
"Bang!"
As soon as Saber's voice fell, the ruins around him suddenly exploded. The broken bricks were thrown into the sky, and a dark red figure holding a twisted sharp steel in his hand rushed towards Saber.
"This place is not yours! You destroyer! Get out of Hell's Kitchen …! "
"Swish!"
Saber pushed Sergues away and took a step back. Because he was hit by Old Shou's claw, he was still in a strange state of weakness. He staggered a little, but he still dodged Matt's surprise attack. The sharp steel almost brushed past Saber's chest and slid down.
The moment he retreated, the cane in his hand whistled and swept towards Matt's head, but the moment he attacked, Matt lowered his head and perfectly dodged the attack. Sergei, who had reacted, raised his uninjured fist and smashed it towards Matt's back with a roar, but Matt dodged it immediately.
"Get out!"
The furious Matt roared and turned around to kick Sergues's wound, knocking the bear-like guy back a few steps. He waved the steel shard in his hand again at Saber. The latter's condition was not suitable for fighting. He kept retreating as if he was beaten back by Matt.
"Demon! Die! "
In the face of the furious Matt, Saber didn't panic. He waved his empty left hand and the heavy silver pistol fell into it.
"Have you had enough? It's my turn! "
When he took the 13th step back, Saber flicked his wrist and fired four bullets. He didn't need to aim at all. The four bullets blocked Matt's space to dodge from all directions. But to Saber's surprise, Matt's body twisted in a strange way three times in front of him and dodged all the bullets in less than a second.
But he couldn't dodge the fist that followed. This fist, which was filled with heat, hit Matt Murdoch's chest hard. In his weakened state, this punch had no power, but it still sent Matt's body flying. The members of the Devil's Gang who were patrolling around also saw that their boss was attacked. They rushed in with their weapons to help.
Matt, who was on the ground, heard the noisy shouts of these people. He waved his fist hatefully and threw away the steel shard in his hand. Then he turned and ran towards the empty alley in the ruins.
"Chase him! Catch him! Kill him! "
Sergei waved his arms and roared in anger. More than 20 people chased after him. He turned around and looked at Seiber, who was still standing at the same spot. Seiber raised his wrist, and there was a wound that was healing quickly.
"Are you okay, boss?"
Sergues asked. Saber shook his head. He looked at the place where Matt disappeared with a curious expression on his face.
"An interesting soul. Ha, it seems that the bad things in this damned place are not over yet. Maintain the blockade, Sergues, until we completely clean up this place!"
"What about the reason to face the public? Kamar-Taj's barrier will be removed in two days. "
"Just say that the Gotham Christian Consortium wants to invest in Hell's Kitchen … It's just a demolition."
Saber waved his hand. "Get a few large construction machines for show. The locals will only care about what they will get from the demolition. It's just a matter of throwing some money. It's not a big deal."
On the other side, deep in the shadow domain, the underground space that was completely filled with the power of the beasts had been completely distorted. The most obvious feature was that the space here had become extremely large. The underground space that was built in a special way combined with the power of the beasts had turned this underground space into an inverted castle.
In the end, the samurai who were still loyal to the new leader of the Hand patrolled here, making this strange space even more dangerous. However, it was actually not cut off from the outside world.
The new leader, Murakami, who had many strange patterns on his face, stroked the handle of the katana at his waist. His back was to the people behind him, and his voice was as hoarse as a piece of frosted cloth.
"What did they say?"
Soward, who also had black patterns on his face, picked up his phone and looked at it. His face was full of disappointment.
"They didn't answer at all. Are they planning to abandon us just like that?"
The black man clenched his fists and looked anxious. "Hell, they were the ones who suggested that we make Gotham our second base! They egged us on! Are they going to leave us in the lurch now? "
"Don't be stupid!"
Boto, who was sitting next to Murakami, threw his gloves aside in frustration. "It's clear that we've been abandoned. The Devil Gang is still blocking the street. Instead of complaining, why don't we think about how to get out of this situation?"
"Alexandra, how's the soul collection going?"
Murakami asked without looking back. The last person hiding in the darkness snorted. "Everything is ready, including the perfect material. What are you going to do?"
"There's no time to lose. We'll perform the sacrifice tonight to wake up the beast and let the material accept its power. Then, we'll fight our way out and rebuild the Hand."
Murakami's tone was very calm, and he didn't sound like someone who was at the end of his rope at all. "When the time comes, whether it's The Devil Gang or that snake hiding in the dark, whether it's the Shadow Warriors who used us or the Foot Gang who betrayed us, we'll slowly settle the score with them."
"Mrs. Gao is dead. She died like a real Hand ninja … Until she died, she stood in front of us."
Murakami's voice became light. "The last vestiges of the Hand from ancient times have dissipated, but this is a good thing. It's taught us a profound lesson. We need more power to support our ambitions, so let's be pragmatic. Save our lives first before we think about anything else."
He turned around and calmly admitted his mistake. Sweeping his gaze over the three people in front of him, he stretched out his hand and placed it in front of him.
"It's time to fight for ourselves. Show your courage in the face of a strong enemy … After tonight, we'll be real brothers and sisters."
At the same time, Saber stood at the entrance of the shadow domain and looked at the door that looked like a dark vortex. Behind him, the members who were ready to attack were fully prepared. Santos, Erwin, Chassen and the others were just waiting for Saber's order to enter the shadow domain. But at that moment, a member hurried in and whispered in Saber's ear.
"Boss, there's a strange guy who wants to see you … He says he's a special envoy. He says he has news of the young lady."
(I recommend the book Ultimate Cultivation God Tycoon. It's not very suitable for the old bookworm, but if you want to change your tastes, you can read it. The author is also a very powerful guy. He's currently in a swing period, so give him some warmth.)
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