As the Ancestors Said, Never Wait Until Tomorrow to Take Revenge

"Richard, wake up!"

"Wake up quickly!"

A familiar woman's voice echoed in the dream.

Richard slowly opened his eyes, and seeing those worried gray-blue eyes, he smiled tiredly.

"Thank you, darling, you saved me again."

"Did you have another nightmare?" Christine looked at him with concern. "Go find Rebecca tomorrow."

"No need..." Richard shook his head in refusal. "This time is just like last time, the nightmare will last for three days."

Doubt filled Christine's heart, but looking at her boyfriend's exhausted eyes, she knew it wasn't the time to ask questions, so she pulled his head into her arms and gently patted his back.

"Sleep first, take a sick leave tomorrow if you have to."

"No need for a leave..."

Before he even finished speaking, Richard fell fast asleep.

Seeing this, Christine couldn't help pressing her lips together, her eyes full of worry.

The next day, Christine called Dean Elwin and directly asked for two days off for her boyfriend.

Unable to win against his girlfriend, Richard could only sit sullenly in front of the game console, playing video games like crazy all day.

That night, Richard fell into the cycle of nightmares once more.

"Richard, wake up quickly!"

Richard woke up again, still exhausted as he collapsed and went straight back to sleep.

The worry in Christine's eyes deepened further.

Early on the third morning.

Outside Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital.

Tommy and Joe of the Black Snake Gang walked out from the flower beds, cursing and swearing along with a few lackeys.

Seeing the pistols tucked into their waists, pedestrians hurried out of the way.

Tommy: "Damn it! We waited a whole day for nothing!"

Joe: "Then what should we do? Go back?"

Tommy: "If you want to die, don't drag me into it. The previous boss and the current boss both gave us this mission, do you dare to give up?"

Joe: "...Fine, then let's wait another day."

The six lackeys behind them silently scratched the numerous mosquito bites they had accumulated over a night in the bushes.

That night, Richard had a nightmare again.

He woke up at Christine's call.

Just like last time, the toll the third day's nightmare took on him was far less than the first two times.

After coaxing a worried Christine to sleep, Richard came to the living room.

He pulled out that long-neglected baseball stick from beneath the TV cabinet.

Using the stick as a sword, he stood in a united-feet stance, holding it reversed in his left hand.

Dian jian, liao jian, gua jian, chuan jian, yun jian, ci jian...

A complete set of basic swordsmanship was executed as smoothly as flowing clouds and moving water.

Richard fell silent.

This practically verified his previous guess...

Dozing in nightmares made him stronger!

However, having read widely in his past life, he now had a deeper hypothesis.

Were the people in his nightmares his counterparts from parallel worlds?

Merging with his true self in the Marvel Universe after their deaths allowed him to undergo a comprehensive evolution.

Although there was no evidence, Richard had a gut feeling that this hypothesis was the truth.

He hid the baseball stick back away.

Richard returned to the bedroom, holding his fragrant, soft girlfriend as he slept.

He still had to go to work tomorrow.

On the other side, the Black Snake Gang thugs hiding across from Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital crouched in the flower beds, counting stars while swatting mosquitoes.

Tommy: "If that asshole named Richard doesn't show up tomorrow, we're going straight to his house!"

Joe: "I know the address, Brooks Greenpoint Apartments."

The six lackeys: "We agree!" x 6

The next day, Richard drove his girlfriend to the hospital.

As soon as they stepped out of the car, eight burly men charged straight out of the flower beds.

Bang! Bang! Bang! x 8

Flames erupted from the muzzles, and bullets streaked toward Richard trailing afterimages.

Without a single word, they drew their guns and fired.

Richard, who had just undergone an evolution last night, reacted with extreme speed!

He reached out, violently ripped the car door right off its hinges, and held it in front of him.

Clang, clang, clang, clang~

Every single bullet struck the car door.

"Chri, sit tight!"

With that, Richard kicked off hard, sending the car sliding diagonally out of the line of fire.

"Richard!" Christine screamed shrilly from inside the car.

Richard slammed the car door down onto the ground, dropped his posture, and kicked off the pavement with force, rocketing forward like a black bolt of lightning.

Bang! Bang! Bang! x 8

The gunfire didn't stop for a second; Tommy and the others evidently hadn't even registered Richard's movement.

Clang, clang, clang, clang~

The sound of bullets impacting the car door was as dense as falling rain...

The car door standing upright on the ground was riddled into a sieve by eight barrages totaling over a hundred rounds.

The pungent smell of gunpowder rapidly filled the air, and the dense gunfire shattered the calm of the morning.

Passersby and patients at the hospital entrance screamed and scattered in all directions.

"Someone's shooting! Hide, quick!"

"Ah! Murder! Murder!"

"Call the police, call the police right now!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! x 8

The gunfire ceased, and Richard slowly stood up.

Because of three consecutive days of nightmares, his nerves had already been somewhat fragile, and now, being provoked by an ambush, the two factors combined directly detonated the pent-up negative emotions he had accumulated for a long time.

At this moment, Richard seemed to transform into the martial arts master from his nightmares!

He cast an icy, bone-chilling gaze toward the attackers.

You bastards are courting death!

Seeing Richard standing there completely unharmed, Tommy flew into a furious rage and cursed.

"Fuck! When did he dodge over there?!"

"Keep shooting! Open fire!"

"He's not dead yet!"

Joe frantically pulled the trigger, click, click, click, as the pistol produced a rapid sequence of empty chamber clicks.

"We're out of ammo, Tommy!"

Tommy threw his pistol aside, rolled up his sleeves, and stepped forward.

"Together, all eight of us—blech..."

Before the words even left his mouth, a dark shadow whipped up a fierce gale and struck him. In an instant, Tommy felt an agonizing pain in his stomach.

The dark shadow spun rapidly around Tommy and the rest, landing a punch to everyone's stomach.

"Ah!" x 8

When Richard finally stopped, Tommy and his men let out screams almost simultaneously, flying backward like bowling pins struck by a ball straight into the flower beds where they had hidden for several nights.

Two minutes later, shrill police sirens wailed as NYPD units rushed to the scene.

Keeping their guard up, they drew their guns and aimed them at Richard, who stood alone in place, shouting loudly.

"Raise your hands, kid, don't make any sudden moves!"

"I'm a doctor, I'm the victim here!"

Shouting at the top of his lungs, Richard raised both hands high, only to be pounced upon by the rushing detectives and forced face-down onto the ground.

"Eight gunmen, all dead, sir!"

A patrol officer finished checking the bodies of Tommy and the others and reported to the sergeant.

"Call the meat wagon." After giving the order, the detective turned and got into a police car.

He glanced at the calm-faced Richard and proactively unlocked the handcuffs on his wrists. "Sorry, Dr. Richard."

"It's fine, Detective. This is standard procedure for your job, I understand." Richard spoke in a very peaceful tone, devoid of any murderous aura whatsoever for a man who had just killed eight people.

"You can call me Detective Samuel." The detective said, hesitating for a moment before adding, "I'll still have to ask you to come back to the precinct with us to make a statement, since all eight attackers are dead."

"No problem, Detective Samuel." Richard nodded in agreement.

In the dean's office, Christine's eyes were red and swollen, clearly having been crying for a while.

Dean Elwin wore a dark expression as he dialed a phone number.

"Hello, is this Captain George Stacy..."

At a certain secret base.

Nick Fury received a call from Phil Coulson.

"Sir, Dr. Richard was just subjected to an unknown armed attack!"

"Investigate the mastermind behind the scenes, Agent Coulson."

"Should we capture them, sir?"

"Investigate only!"

"Yes, sir!"

Late at night, after coaxing Christine to sleep, Richard quietly slipped out of bed.

At that moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and the killing intent all over his body was on the verge of erupting!

"Queens, Woodhaven, Brotherhood Bar~"