Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Gordon must get the boat out of the cold water warehouse as soon as possible.

The sound of wet-footed men's footsteps surged from the depths of the warehouse, first a few scattered sounds, then quickly becoming a continuous chorus as they held up lanterns and searched the surroundings.

Gordon rested Blackthorn Lee's cane on the gunwale.

With the help of spiritual pathways, his perception was amplified, and he then used the tide of fate as the core of his operation to interfere with reality.

The water flowed quickly and neatly forward, the waves at the bow parted to both sides, and the eddies at the stern stretched out longer, as if the Blackwater River had suddenly come to life and was giving the boat a push from behind.

"What did you see?" Several angry swimmers ran over from the direction of the altar, clearly having discovered that the prisoners had vanished.

"Wow, what a fast boat!" The wet-footed people on both sides of the waterway stared in disbelief.

"Wait!" A swimmer jumped into the water and chased after the stern of the boat like an eel.

Gordon heard the splash but didn't turn around.

"go."

His body changed direction in mid-air and crashed onto the shore, immediately screaming in pain.

What's going on? He looked at the Blackwater River in astonishment.

The river should have been flowing smoothly, but it suddenly became turbulent, which shows that the other party has very advanced water control technology!

blow--

Erling steered his boat through the lock, plunging into the Blackwater River amidst the crashing waves.

People with wet feet walked to the edge of the dock, watching the speedboat rush into the night, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The moon was bright and the stars were few at that moment.

Gordon peered out from under the ship's cabin, the night breeze rippling across the water, and saw dark figures constantly emerging from the depths of the warehouse.

He had no intention of getting entangled with them; he only focused on controlling the water flow, pushing the boat to the other side of the river, and looking for someone to meet him.

Defeating a group of people is nothing; getting seven living people out safely is what truly constitutes a mission.

As for incidentally stealing a ship and its smuggled goods, that's just standard practice for Gordon.

The seven survivors in the cabin had extremely rapid heartbeats and sometimes worried that their rescue was just an illusion.

The young woman hugged her knees tightly, the two children leaned on each other, the couple dared not make a sound, and the dockworker listened to the surging water, feeling that the boat had sailed onto the Blackwater River and left the cult stronghold that had devoured lives, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"We made it out alive!"

Then, a row of lights lit up on the opposite bank of the river.

"River police!" Erin was startled and instinctively shrank back.

"It's alright, we're all on the same side." Gao Deng went up to the deck.

Four river patrol speedboats lay across the water, their gas lamps illuminating the rapidly approaching small cargo ship.

At the very front was a 22-meter-long black gunboat with a deep draft and a wide hull. Smoke billowed from its exhaust pipes, and a rapid-fire cannon was mounted on the deck, surrounded by a dozen or so heavily armed soldiers.

Rapid-fire cannons provide a unified solution to complex problems.

On the gunboat, Martin raised the bullseye lantern and waved it at Gordon and the others.

Erin struggled to adapt to a life where he no longer had to duck and run when he saw a patrol officer.

Gordon allowed the water flow under the boat to return to normal, and Erling gradually slowed down, steering the boat to the right of the gunboat to signal that the rescued people could come out.

"We're safe!"

"Walk slowly if your legs are weak." Gordon opened the cabin door.

They helped each other up to the deck, where the soldiers lowered the gangplank and gestured for them to come over.

As soon as the rescued couple stepped onto the deck, the wife's legs went weak and she almost knelt down. Her husband quickly helped her up, his own eyes red and swollen.

"Okay, okay, we've saved her...we're going home soon," he comforted her, patting her back gently.

The two men turned back to look at Gordon and Vera on the small boat, their eyes filled with gratitude, and bowed deeply to them.

Gordon picked up the little girl and handed her to the soldier opposite him.

"Waaah..." The little girl grabbed Gordon's collar.

"Little brat, grow a whole size bigger now." Gordon pushed her over.

The little girl winked at Gordon, as if she wanted to remember him forever.

The soldier took her and nodded affirmatively to Gordon.

Martin stood in the middle of the gunboat deck.

He watched as soldiers draped blankets over the rescued civilians, saw a young woman sobbing and gasping for breath by the railing, and saw a rescued dockworker lying on his back, confirming that he was still alive.

Seven people were rescued, giving hope back to those broken families.

"You did a great job," Martin agreed.

"Please write this in the report; verbal praise fades quickly." Gordon turned to ask, "What's next?"

Inside the cold water warehouse, three steamships were still sailing outwards before the high tide completely submerged the warehouse.

They clearly sensed something was wrong and tried to escape the warehouse with their goods. The gaslights on the ship swayed in the night like a string of startled fireflies, and there were several small boats around, filled with people with wet feet.

"They're preparing to break out." Martin picked up his binoculars to observe.

"Then stop them." The river police captain gripped his sword. "Give the order, sir."

"Forcing our way in isn't a good idea," Gordon suggested. "They'll either try to break through or jump into the river; all these fishmen can swim."

"Your suggestion?" Martin handed the binoculars to Gordon.

"Give them a break, create a seemingly escape route, and let all the boats out. Once the remaining boats find no one blocking their way, they will file out in a loose, long line. At that point, they won't be competing to see who is the bravest, but only who can run the fastest."

"Execute it," Martin agreed.

After a moment's thought, the river police also felt that this would minimize conflict and casualties, and dispelled the idea of ​​a reckless attack.

"Go, go, go! Don't let them run towards the Black Ferry Pier, put them upstream!" the river police captain immediately ordered.

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River police boarded the ship and signaled by lighting lights on the mast. The ship quickly got into operation, blocking the waterway leading to the downstream Black Ferry Wharf, but deliberately leaving an undefended gap on the west side.

Outside the cold water warehouse, the tense cultists quickly noticed the change.

"There are no ships to the west!"

"They've left!"

"quick!"

The helmsman on the boat was overjoyed. When he came out and saw the river police on guard, he thought he was about to be captured. But now he saw a way out to the riverbank.

He turned the rudder wheel hard, and the ship gradually turned around and headed west.

"Hurry up!"

"Walk!"

The second ship followed closely behind, and the third ship, in an attempt to gain position, rammed the stern of the second ship, sending wet-footed men and cursing figures flying into the air.

The fourth ship bypassed them, continuously increasing its speed.

The cultists, who originally planned to evacuate and break out together, suddenly held a rowing competition on the Blackwater River.

"They've been tricked," Vera said, gazing into the distance.

"It's not exactly being fooled; humans are naturally inclined to do things that seem simple." Gordon gazed into the distance.

The river patrol fleet quickly cut in, circled around, and then advanced on them from the side, forcing them ashore.

The cultists who fled the fastest finally realized that this was not a way out at all.

"not good!"

"Help!" The people with wet feet panicked.

Just as the riverside guards were about to apprehend the wet-footed men, a muffled, loud noise suddenly came from deep within the warehouse.

A huge creature emerged from the bottom of the water, and the Blackwater River suddenly swelled up.

"What is that?!" the river police shouted.

Initially, only the water beneath the warehouse was rapidly churned, and then a black ridge broke through the water.

It swam forward for a while, and a tall crown of thorns rose up, shaped like a metal sail. Beneath the crown of thorns, the demon's head was flat like a salamander, with turbid, bulging eyes, and a huge mouth split open from both sides. With each breath, a heavy gurgling sound came from its throat.

"Otherworldly demons!" the river police captain cried out.

"Giant Salamander." Gordon instantly recalled the corresponding page in the Demon Compendium. "Have your men scatter. This guy is almost the size of a leader species. One hit from him can capsize a small boat. He's not easy to deal with."

The giant salamander lashed its tail, creating a fan-shaped wave that swept across the river and blew away several police speedboats.

The boat tilted sharply in the waves. The police officers on board clung to the railings, and the oil lamps on board swayed violently. One of the lamps detached from its hook and flew off, quickly disappearing into the river.

"Roar!" It opened its blood-red maw and let out a deep roar, shaking the deck of the gunboat.

Martin waved, and a red flare rose into the air, trailing a trail of fire, its blinding red light illuminating the river.

"Get into attack position! Prepare for battle!" The river police captain drew his sword and ordered the guns to fire.

On the flagship, the river police turned the ship sideways towards the alien demon.

The gunner determined the direction and immediately opened fire.

boom!

The cannonball flew close to the water's surface and struck the giant salamander in the back. With a muffled thud, a glaring wound appeared on the salamander's back, revealing severed muscle fibers beneath the ripped wound, with blackish-red blood and viscous tissue spraying outwards.

However, the next second, new granulation tissue rapidly grew, the severed blood vessels reconnected, and almost within a second, the giant salamander's orange-black skin began to close.

"We need Source Hunters!" the River Police Captain reported.

"Will it work?" Martin asked Gordon and Vera.

"Let me do it." Vera gripped the black spike tightly.

"Come closer!" Gordon nodded vigorously.

"Forward!" Martin said without hesitation.

The gunboat accelerated, its broad bow parting the waves as it approached the alien demon head-on.

Gordon grabbed the rat stick.

"What's the point of Gordon's stuff?"

"Raise rats for a thousand days, use them for one!" Gordon threw the rat stick into the water.

"You didn't say—"

As the rat fell into the water, its white fur swelled up underwater, its spine lengthened, its limbs thickened, and the collar around its neck stretched out. It shook its head vigorously.

"Roar!" The giant salamander saw the rat in the water and immediately became interested in devouring it.

"Bring it to the surface!" Gordon ordered.

"Chirp chirp..." Mouse stubbornly floated on the surface of the water, making himself look like an exceptionally delicious and juicy mouse.

The giant salamander slammed its tail into the river and sped forward, while the gunboat also headed towards it, and the two confronted each other head-on.

Vera stood on the edge of the deck, the night wind from the river blowing through her black hair, her eyes reflecting the otherworldly demon.

Once she had estimated the distance to be sufficient, she kicked the railing hard, causing it to bend downwards.

Bang! Her figure leaped through the night, landing straight at the giant salamander. Her speed, agility, and courage left many onlookers speechless.

As soon as Vera landed on the giant salamander, she sensed it trying to dive down.

"Open!" Gordon swung Blackthorn Lee's cane.

Beneath the giant salamander, the river suddenly surged back. It tried to tread and dive down, but it was as if it had hit another surging torrent. Its body had only sunk half a meter before it was quickly pushed back to the surface.

Taking this opportunity, Vera steadied herself, grabbed the thorny crown on its head with one hand, and swung her sword heavily into the monster's back with the other.

puff!

The sword pierced through flesh and blood, and Vera pulled back again.

The black sword sliced ​​a two-meter-long gash in the monster's back, a cold light gleaming at the edge of the wound, and the flesh buds that were trying to coalesce burst open the moment they made contact.

"Roar!" it roared, turning around quickly to try and throw Vera into the river.

But she lowered her center of gravity, gripping the thorn crown tightly with her left hand and the black sword with her right, striking the monster's back repeatedly. Each time it swung, she quickly adjusted her center of gravity, always keeping her foot on its back.

Gordon's gaze was fixed on the wound that had been slashed into the giant salamander.

Fresh blood was gushing out from there.

Gordon could feel its heart pumping blood rapidly with each contraction...

He clenched his fingers, then opened them again!

Change the direction of blood flow.

Blood that should have flowed smoothly was forced to turn back, while blood that should have returned to the heart began to stagnate.

A large amount of blood gets stuck in the narrow blood vessels, and red blood cells squeeze each other, forming increasingly thick blood clots.

The giant salamander's movements suddenly became strange.

Is it possible for someone to have the ability to repeatedly flush blood within their body?

Its heart was still beating, but pressure was building up in layers on its body. Its blood vessels first swelled, and then burst under localized high pressure, leaving eerie dark purple spots under its skin!

"Chirp chirp!" At this moment, the rat also dived down, grabbed one of the giant salamander's legs and started to gnaw. Its two front teeth pierced through the thick skin, and then it shook its head and tore off a large piece of meat as an extra meal.

Gordon reached out to maintain his source energy, gritted his teeth, and focused his mind.

This demon was enormous, and the amount of fluid within its body that needed to be manipulated was immense. He had to concentrate his mind to reverse the flow of its numerous blood vessels while simultaneously controlling the giant waves beneath it.

Vera swung her sword again with force, slashing a huge wound into the giant salamander.

Gordon tightened his fingers.

Flow manipulation!

The blood inside the giant salamander suddenly changed direction, like a horizontally slit fire hose, and shot into the sky with a roar. The blood column sprayed into the air and splashed horizontally onto the river surface, like a blood flag fluttering in the night wind.

Its body jolted, and it struggled to dive downwards.

Vera sensed the monster sinking.

She quickly kicked it hard, denting its thick hide, then bounced back, fell into the water, and swam back towards the gunboat.

"Come on!" Gordon threw out a lifeline that was easy to grab.

Vera grabbed on and, using the current that Gordon was pulling her along, got close to the ship's side. She climbed up in a few quick movements, her knees slightly bent as she landed, blood dripping down the black sword.

She was deeply impressed.

Gordon used to be "just a thread," but now it seems that his control over fluids has reached an extremely high level. Fighting in a river is usually a very dangerous thing, but with Gordon by his side, it doesn't seem so difficult.

She and Gordon exchanged a glance and nodded.

"Can the mouse handle it?" Vera turned her head.

"It should work. If we can't beat it, it will come back." Gordon looked underwater.

At this moment, blood was still gushing out underwater. The unhealable wounds continued to torment the monster. It had lost almost half of its blood, and an extremely foul stench wafted from the Blackwater River, which was also stained red with blood.

The rats were tearing at the flesh and blood of the giant salamander.

The once invincible monster was powerless to resist.

[The giant salamander's corpse. It's dead.]