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Chapter 46 I Came with a Glorious Mission

Under the pitch-black night sky, Matt, a bodysuit enthusiast, wandered the streets of Hell's Kitchen.

Although he has joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and become a special employee.

But after recovering from his injuries, Matt still likes to come here to wander around, as a street hero, eradicating evil here.

However, since the Church of Dagon officially moved in here, Hell's Kitchen, this once sinful place, has changed a lot.

This once dark and chaotic neighborhood seemed to be gently touched by an invisible light, leaving behind an unprecedented tranquility and order.

In the past, it turned into a crime haven at night, or rather, it was only slightly less so during the day.

But things are different now; the rampant gang warfare has disappeared.

At night, the people of Hell's Kitchen would collectively set off for the church to pray.

This scenario would have been unthinkable in the past, but for some reason, the true overlord of Hell's Kitchen, Kim, has remained completely silent.

You should know that the actions of the Dagon Church have completely ruined his business here.

None of his former underlings still acknowledge him; they've all turned to worship the Dagon Church.

Matt's feelings were extremely complicated at this moment, with both relief at the improvement in the situation of Hell's Kitchen and deep concern for the Church of Dagon.

In his view, the Dagon Church was an outright cult, and his suspicions about it were as thick as the night.

This kind of extreme and blind church is more terrifying than previous cults, and the damage it causes far exceeds that of gangs.

As for why the Dagon Church is considered extreme? Just kidding. If it weren't extreme, could it have converted those dark and cruel gangs in such a short time?

Moreover, Kingpin's influence as the long-time underground ruler of Hell's Kitchen is deeply entrenched and cannot be shaken overnight.

Kingpin's silence gave Matt a sense of foreboding. Beneath this calm, perhaps a greater storm was brewing.

"Jin will not give up so easily."

Matt pondered to himself.

"He must be plotting something in secret, waiting for the right moment to strike back."

Just then, Matt sensed that an unusual figure was approaching from the street corner.

Although he couldn't see the person's exact appearance because he was blind, the oppressive force emanating from that direction made Matt tremble and his hair stand on end.

If Matt hadn't felt that it was indeed a person, he would have thought a large, ferocious beast had arrived.

His steps were slow and heavy, each step seemingly leaving an imperceptible crack in the ground.

Matt immediately became alert. The arrival of such a "strange person" at this time could be for some unknown reason. Perhaps he was a vanguard sent by Kingpin to deal with the Dagon Church.

Matt's alarm bells were ringing; he knew that on this night filled with unknowns and dangers, any slight movement could be a harbinger of impending doom.

Relying on his keen intuition and years of combat experience, he quickly adjusted his state and prepared to meet the upcoming challenge.

He quietly retreated a few steps, trying to blend into the surrounding shadows, while reaching for his waist to make sure his equipment was intact.

The "extraordinary person" did not seem to launch an attack immediately, but stood still, scanning the surroundings with his eyes hidden under his hood.

Matt could feel the intense pressure intensifying, as if the air itself was being compressed to the point of suffocation.

"Come out, Daredevil, your hiding methods are far too clumsy."

The deep, magnetic voice echoed through the quiet street, carrying a hint of mockery and provocation; clearly, the other party had already seen through Matt's identity.

Matt slowly emerged from the shadows, facing the unknown enemy. He could sense the powerful aura emanating from the other party, an aura that combined strength, cunning, and madness.

"Daredevil, this isn't a place for a third-rate character like you. I have no intention of torturing the weak. If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

The words of that "eccentric genius" were full of disdain and arrogance, as if Matt were nothing more than an insignificant figure in his eyes.

"A third-rate character?"

Matt's voice was deep and powerful as he slowly took a step forward.

"In this Hell's Kitchen, no one who fights for justice should be underestimated. As for me, Daredevil, I may be insignificant in your eyes, but on this land, I swear to protect every bit of peace."

"Hahaha! You clown have really made me laugh. When I rule this city, I can have you be my jester and keep me entertained all day long."

The laughter of that "eccentric" echoed through the empty streets, filled with arrogance and disdain, as if he already considered the city his for the taking, and Matt merely an insignificant joke in his future reign.

"Rule this city? Who do you think you are, a god?"

Matt's voice was cold and powerful as he slowly raised the stick in his hand, a symbol of his battle and a weapon for upholding justice.

"I am not a god; the master I serve is the god. I have come with a glorious mission: this city will surely submit to the great Blood God, and I will become His sole representative in this world!"

"His spokesperson? The 'Great Blood God' you speak of is nothing but a deceptive illusion that manipulates innocent people by exploiting fear and blind worship."

In this era, no one is above the law and justice, and no one has the right to call themselves a god.

Matt sneered, his words dripping with sarcasm, but inwardly he knew something was wrong.

The strange man in front of him was most likely the monster army led by the Red Giant among those who worshipped the Blood God, as the director had mentioned.

It is said that the government has designs on them and wants to gather various forces to encircle and suppress them, but before the troops have even set off, they have already come knocking on the door.

"Okay, okay."

"In that case, Daredevil, you shall be the first sacrifice I offer to the great Blood God since I arrived here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly sprang up and pounced on Matt like a ghost.

His movements were so fast that they completely surpassed human limits, as if he were truly empowered by some mysterious force.

Matt tried to dodge, but the man's speed completely overwhelmed Matt, and he grabbed Matt's throat in one swift motion.

The force was so great that Matt couldn't believe it. He swung the stick in his hand, trying to get the man to let go, but when he hit the man's hand, it remained as still as a pillar.

Just then, the church bells rang again in the distance. The melodious tune seemed to have some kind of magic, gradually calming down the originally frenzied fighting atmosphere.

Matt and the "eccentric" both stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the church.

(End of this chapter)