I Come With a Glorious Mission

Under the dark night sky, on the streets of Hell's Kitchen, Matt, a lover of tight-fitting clothes, roamed.

Although he had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and become a Special Employee within it.

After his injuries healed, Matt still liked to wander around here, eradicating the evil as a street hero.

However, ever since the Church of Dagon officially set up shop here, Hell's Kitchen, once a place of sin, had changed significantly.

This once dark and chaotic neighborhood seemed to have been gently brushed by an invisible light, leaving behind unprecedented peace and order.

In the past, it would turn into a criminal paradise at night, or at best, only slightly restrain itself during the day.

But now, it was different. The rampant gang wars had disappeared.

The people of Hell's Kitchen would collectively head to the church at night to pray.

This scene was unimaginable before. He just didn't know why the true overlord of Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin, remained so quiet.

After all, the actions of the Church of Dagon were completely disrupting his business here.

None of his former subordinates recognized him anymore; they had all turned to worship the Church of Dagon.

Matt's feelings at this moment were extremely complex, filled with both relief at the improvement of Hell's Kitchen's situation and deep worry about the Church of Dagon.

In his eyes, the Church of Dagon was an outright cult, and his suspicion of them was as thick as the night.

This kind of extreme and blind church was more terrifying than any previous cults, causing far more destruction than those gangs.

As for why the Church of Dagon was extreme? It was a joke. How else could those dark and cruel gangsters obediently convert in such a short period?

Moreover, Kingpin, as the long-standing underground ruler of Hell's Kitchen, had deeply rooted influence that could not be shaken overnight.

Kingpin's silence gave Matt an ominous premonition. Beneath this calm, a greater storm might be brewing.

"Kingpin won't give up so easily."

Matt pondered inwardly.

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

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

Although he couldn't see the person's specific appearance due to his blindness, the oppressive aura emanating from that direction made Matt tremble all over, his hair standing on end.

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

His footsteps were slow and heavy, each one seeming to leave an almost imperceptible crack on the ground.

Matt immediately became alert. Who knows what this "extraordinary person" who appeared at this moment was here for? Perhaps he was a vanguard sent by Kingpin to deal with the Church of Dagon.

Matt's internal alarm bells were ringing loudly. He knew that on this night full of unknowns and dangers, any slight disturbance could be a sign of danger.

Relying on his keen intuition and years of combat experience, he quickly adjusted his state, preparing to face the impending challenge.

He quietly retreated a few steps, blending himself into the surrounding shadows as much as possible, while reaching for his waist to confirm his equipment was intact.

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

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

"Come out, Daredevil. Your hiding skills are too clumsy."

That deep, magnetic voice echoed through the quiet street, with a hint of mockery and provocation. It was clear the other party had seen through Matt's identity.

Matt slowly emerged from the shadows, facing the unknown enemy. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from the other party, a mixture of strength, cunning, and madness.

"Daredevil, this is not a place for a third-rate character like you to get involved. I have no intention of slaughtering the weak. If you know what's good for you, get lost!"

The "extraordinary person's" words were filled with disdain and arrogance, as if Matt was merely an insignificant existence in his eyes.

"Third-rate character?"

Matt's voice was low 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 successfully made me laugh. When I rule this city, I might let you be my jester, keeping me entertained all day."

The "extraordinary person's" laughter echoed through the empty street, full of arrogance and disdain, as if he already considered the city his own, and Matt merely an insignificant joke under 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 his baton, his symbol of combat and weapon for justice.

"I am not a god. The master I serve is the god. I have come with a glorious mission. This city will inevitably submit to the great Blood God's feet, and I will become His sole spokesperson in this world!"

"His spokesperson? The 'great Blood God' you speak of is merely an illusion that confuses people, manipulating innocent souls through fear and blind worship.

In this era, no one can stand above the law and justice, nor does anyone have the right to call themselves a god."

Matt sneered, his words filled with mockery, but his heart sank.

This strange person in front of him was most likely the monster army led by Red Hulk, among those who believed in the Blood God, as the Director had mentioned.

It was said that the government had plans for them and wanted to gather various forces to encircle and suppress them, but before the troops could even depart, they had already come knocking on their door.

"Very well.

Since that is the case, then Daredevil, you shall be the first sacrifice I offer to the great Blood God upon my arrival here!"

As the words fell, the person's figure suddenly exploded forward, lunging at Matt like a phantom.

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

Matt had intended to dodge, but the person's speed completely crushed Matt's, and he immediately grabbed Matt by the throat.

The strength of the grip was unbelievable to Matt. He swung the club in his hand, trying to make the person let go, but hitting his hand was like hitting a pillar; it didn't budge at all.

Just then, the bell from the distant church rang out again. The melodious tune seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing the originally frenzied combat atmosphere to gradually subside.

Matt and the "extraordinary individual" stopped their movements in unison, looking towards the direction of the church.