Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

On the dock, the intense gunfire suddenly ceased.

Whether it was Kingpin's men or the remaining Russians, everyone seemed to have been put on pause, stiffly turning their heads to look at the blood-stained car.

The air, which was originally filled with the smell of gunpowder and the salty stench of the sea breeze, now has an added nauseating smell of blood.

Peter shook the filth off his fist, his eyes as calm as a bottomless spring.

His gaze slowly swept over everyone present.

Wherever their gaze fell, everyone present felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end!

"The boss is dead!"

"Open fire! Kill him!!"

Someone suddenly roared at the top of their lungs, breaking the deathly silence.

The remaining Russians snapped out of their daze, fear instantly overwhelming their reason. They instinctively turned their guns and unleashed a torrent of fire at Peter!

"Da da da da da—!"

Dense flames wove a vast net in the darkness, and countless bullets whistled as they enveloped Peter.

Despite the hail of bullets, Peter was not alarmed; instead, a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

Come on! Let me see where my limits are!

The next second, Peter moved!

His figure blurred into a blurry afterimage amidst the hail of bullets, dodging and weaving with a speed and trajectory that completely defied the laws of physics.

Those bullets, powerful enough to tear through steel plates, couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes!

"How...is this possible?"

The Russian's expression changed from ferocious to blank; he kept trying to pull the trigger, but could only hear the clicking sound of the machine gun spinning aimlessly.

The bullets... had already been used up without anyone noticing!

Just as he finally realized this and began frantically reaching for the magazine at his waist, Peter appeared before him like a ghost:

"Too slow."

A cold voice rang in his ears, like the pronouncement of death.

puff!

The Russian looked down in astonishment.

He saw a hand pierce through his chest without any resistance and emerge from his back.

In that palm, a heart that was still beating slightly was held.

puff~

The next second, his heart shattered, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Peter withdrew his hand expressionlessly, letting the heartless corpse collapse to the ground.

Suddenly, he flashed, and at the same time, a blue ball of light condensed in his hand.

boom!

Another Russian soldier who was trying to ambush Peter with the butt of his gun happened to run into Rasengan.

Both the gun in his hand and his arms were shredded by the Rasengan in that instant, and a huge hole was ripped open in his body.

"Aaaaaah—!"

The other Russian, who was about to launch a sneak attack, was terrified when he saw this scene. But before he could even finish shouting, Peter had already grabbed his throat with his other hand and tightened his grip with his five fingers.

Click!

The screams abruptly ceased with a crisp cracking sound of bones breaking.

The killing continues.

Peter, at full power, transformed into the most efficient slaughter machine.

Makoto Kyogoku's karate skills, enhanced by his superhuman physical abilities, unleashed terrifying power.

Every strike inevitably results in shattered bones and the loss of life.

With a swift chop, a person's head flew high off the neck, freed from its restraints.

With a powerful punch, the force of which pierced through the opponent's entire upper body, fragments of internal organs spurted from his mouth.

A knee strike broke another unfortunate man's spine, folding his body into a bizarre "V" shape.

This is no longer a battle.

It was a one-sided massacre.

Kingpin's gang of thugs, including the scarred man, were all dumbfounded.

They hid behind cover, their faces ashen, their legs trembling uncontrollably, and a warm, damp sensation emanating from their crotches.

They were ruthless characters with many lives on their hands.

But what they were seeing was completely beyond their comprehension.

That's something no human could do!

Even cult films rarely feature such gory scenes.

In less than a minute.

The bustling Pier 9 has returned to silence.

Without exception, all Russian gangs were reduced to a pile of broken and incomplete parts.

The entire dock had been turned into a scene of carnage.

Peter stood in the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his body spotless, forming a stark and terrifying contrast with the surrounding hellish scene.

He slowly turned around and looked at Scarface and the others hiding behind the car.

Scarface shuddered and almost knelt down before Peter on the spot.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, his heart pounding in his chest, and shakily raised his hand as he emerged from behind cover.

"Bro...Brother, that's awesome!"

"Big Brother, you're amazing! You're like a god descended from heaven!"

"With you here, Brother Kingpin will surely conquer the Big Apple!"

A group of thugs scrambled over and showered Peter with frantic flattery.

In their minds, this incredibly strong guy must be Kingpin's secret ace, sent specifically to keep things under control.

It must have been because those Russians were too arrogant that this guy had to teach them a lesson.

Scarface was so excited that his face turned red, as if he could already see his future of great success.

If he can latch onto this powerful figure, he'll probably be able to do whatever he wants in Hell's Kitchen, no, in all of New York!

Thinking of this, he fawned over them, pointed to the two boxes full of US dollars, and said ingratiatingly:

"Brother, regarding this money... should you keep it, or should we take it back to the boss?"

Peter looked at the group of scoundrels whose faces were filled with greed and sycophancy, but he felt no emotion whatsoever.

big brother?

Who is the boss of you bunch of scum?

His gaze fell on the box tightly wrapped in yellow tape, and his eyes grew even colder.

Once these things enter the market, how many human tragedies will they create, and how many innocent families will they destroy?

With that thought in mind, Peter's gaze fell on Scarface.

Just as he was about to take action and wipe out Kingpin's men as well.

A sharp gust of wind suddenly came from the side and behind!

Peter's senses are now incredibly sharp; he detected the danger almost the instant the strong winds began to blow.

He didn't turn around, but just tilted his head slightly.

Whoosh!

A dark red metal rod flew past his cheek with a sharp whooshing sound, then slammed heavily into a shipping container in front of him with a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, a lithe figure leaped down from the top of the container in the distance and landed silently on the ground.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark red, tight-fitting battle suit, and wore a mask with two small devil horns that covered the upper half of his face, revealing only his resolute chin.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Peter, who had been completely calm, couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

This guy is... Daredevil, the guardian of Hell's Kitchen?!