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This blue sac fish seemed to understand the purpose of its birth, quietly resting below the harbor, watching the shadows projected onto the sea surface by the lights.

"Hey, get started! Don't get any funny ideas, we're all watching."

The gang leader kept urging Sandel on.

That's right, Sander was the one Denor chose to send Sanders to hell; perhaps this is what they call killing someone's spirit.

Denor's actions did have some effect. Sanders, who hadn't reacted to the various whippings, looked at his younger brother with swollen eyes, seemingly waiting for his explanation.

Sandel opened his mouth, glanced at the people behind him out of the corner of his eye, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Brother, just consider it a sacrifice for your younger brother. Don't worry, you won't be in pain for long. I've heard that people who drown only suffer for a few minutes."

"Wuhu~ Look at what he said, this guy is truly wicked to the core!"

The gangsters behind him were cheering loudly, and amidst the jeers, Sandel kicked his brother, sending him flying off the harbor.

After doing all that, Sandel smiled and turned around to cheer with the people behind him, but when he turned his head, he saw a shotgun barrel pointed directly at his chest.

"Why?" Sandel's legs trembled, and urine dripped from his crotch to the ground.

Seeing Sandel's dismal performance, the gangster holding the shotgun recalled his boss's instructions and removed his finger from the trigger. "Don't get me wrong, I just haven't held a gun in a long time. I'm just practicing, practicing."

Yang Qiu, with his God's-eye view, breathed a sigh of relief. The plot almost went off track. Luckily, Sandel was indeed a coward. If he had even a little bit of backbone and hadn't lost control of his bladder and bowels from the gun, he would have been dead for sure.

Below the harbor, the blue slug's tail swung rapidly as it surged toward the surface.

Thump! The stone on Sanders' body hit the water with a dull thud. Sanders gasped for breath underwater, showing no intention of struggling. Water flowed into Sanders' lungs through his open trachea. In extreme pain, Sanders felt his surroundings suddenly darken, and then a door made of sharp teeth slowly closed in front of him.

After swallowing Sanders, the Blue Sacfish swam towards the depths of the sea under the influence of the script, while Yang Qiu continued writing the prologue script.

Under the influence of an unknown force, Sanders suddenly opened his eyes. He was surrounded by darkness, and in this darkness, there were many pale blue points of light.

Suddenly, these pale blue specks of light shattered, and a wisp of dark blue gas floated in the mouth of the bluefish.

At that moment, a distant and mysterious echo trembled and filled Sanders' mind, "Parker...Parker..."

Under the influence of this sound, Sanders seemed to see someone who had suffered the same fate as him reaching out to him, wanting to appear in this world through his body. The person's face was the same as the door he had seen on his deathbed, with extremely sharp teeth, and a scarred harpoon in his right hand.

"You want it? Then take it, and help me kill those traitors..."

Sanders stretched out his arms, and the harpoon pierced his chest. He saw a list floating on his face with many more names added, and the top one was his brother Sander's name.

"The depths of the ocean are vast enough to bury everyone!"

The blue sac fish gradually disappeared under the corrosive power of magic, and another monster was born on its corpse!

Seeing Pike successfully appear, Yang Qiu breathed a sigh of relief. The first hurdle of evolution was over. He hadn't even achieved this when he first tried to evolve the script. It should have been the birth of an apostle, but only a black cat appeared. However, judging from the result, the difference wasn't too great.

The rest of the process is relatively simple. Once all the names on the list die at Pike's hands, Pike's materialization will be complete. This part is quite straightforward.

Due to the limitations of the world, the current Pike is still much weaker than the Bloodharbor Ghost that Yang Qiu imagined. However, it is enough to deal with those gang members. Putting aside everything else, the fact that it cannot be harmed by ordinary bullets is enough to give these people a headache. Add to that its elusiveness and relentless attacks, and it won't be long before those people are all dead.

Feeling that most of his daily stored mental energy had been consumed, Yang Qiu withdrew his thoughts and let Pike move freely. In Yang Qiu's mental universe, the star representing Script Three fluctuated constantly, indicating that the newly born Pike was in an active state.

Late at night, Sander lay on a bed, the only thing Denor had left him after everything was over, an inheritance from Sanders. As for the house, Denor had rented it to Sander at a high price, which made him feel a little regretful; the current treatment was not as good as when his brother was alive.

Tick-tock...tick-tock...

Sandel frowned and looked at the ceiling, where something was dripping down, like a leak. But the salty, fishy taste in his mouth puzzled him greatly. Even if it was a leak, it couldn't be seawater.

With a sigh, Sandel propped himself up, reached for the bedside, and pressed the light switch.

The ceiling light came on, but it was mostly blocked by something. Just as Sandel screamed in terror, a gush of seawater gushed from his throat, and at the same time, the dark shadow on the ceiling fell down.

Chapter Four: The Demise of the Blood Hand Gang

Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~

Sandel frowned and looked at the ceiling, where something was dripping down, like a leak. But the salty, fishy taste in his mouth puzzled him greatly. Even if it was a leak, it couldn't be seawater.

With a sigh, Sandel propped himself up, reached for the bedside, and pressed the light switch.

The ceiling light came on, but it was mostly blocked by something. Just as Sandel screamed in terror, a gush of seawater gushed from his throat, and at the same time, the dark shadow on the ceiling fell down.

"Who killed him?"

"Weren't you on watch here yesterday? You didn't even notice someone drowned?"

"There's been no movement. Did they kill it first and then throw it into the water?"

While the gang members were discussing the matter, Denor walked over with a grim face, pushed them aside, and went to Sander's body.

Looking at the horribly dead Sandel, Denor took a deep drag on his cigar, the smoke condensing in the air before slowly dissipating.

Are there still people in the team loyal to that idiot Sanders? Is this person helping him get revenge?

Denor's eyes swept across the crowd. He had heard that murderers would return to the scene of the crime, but none of the people around him seemed loyal. Who could it be?

“There’s a traitor among us. Someone doesn’t want him alive. Don’t let me find him, or you’ll know what cruelty is!”

Denor left behind a harsh remark, and with a wave of his hand, his henchmen behind him lifted the body up.

This gang is very professional; they have their own coroner. Whether Sandel died first or fell into the water first will be clear once an autopsy is performed.

If the person fell into the water first and then drowned, the suspect is most likely one of the people guarding the dock last night.

Yang Qiu, who projected his will onto Parker, immediately obtained all of Parker's memories of his actions last night. Sure enough, because the source material was Sanders, Parker's first target for revenge was Sanders, who had betrayed Sanders.

Yang Qiu didn't care about this. He didn't care who died first or last among the Blood Hand Gang members, as long as they all breathed their last in the end, that was enough. So, the first chapter, "The Avengers Return," officially begins.

Over the next few days, bodies like Sandel's would appear in various locations throughout the port during the day. The surrounding surveillance cameras couldn't capture anything; the only useful footage was of these dead bodies being thrown ashore from the water.

Such a large-scale massacre caused panic throughout the Bloodhands gang. Some people believed that this was the newly appointed leader, Denor, using the pretext of Sanders' return from the dead to eliminate dissidents. As a result, the Bloodhands gang experienced several more internal conflicts.

After these internal conflicts, the Blood Hand Gang's membership dwindled rapidly from several hundred to just over a hundred. At the same time, their territory shrank by more than two-thirds due to pressure from surrounding gangs. However, they still controlled the most lucrative and profitable ports.

"Who is it?! Tell me! Who is it?!"

Denor's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed one of his underlings with one hand and roared at him, spraying saliva directly onto the underling's face.

"Big brother...big brother, it wasn't me, it really wasn't me!" The younger brother struggled in vain, his legs dangling in the air.

*Bang!* The door was suddenly pushed open, and a terrified henchman gasped for breath, "Boss, they've appeared again! This time, even more people are dying!"

Denor threw the man in his hand aside and followed his underlings to the port. Rows of corpses lay there, and there was no one around to watch. The other members of the Blood Hand Gang were now hiding in what they thought was a safe place, trembling with fear.

"No, this can't go on. If it continues, it'll be my turn..."

Denor muttered to himself, then took out a phone, hesitated for a moment, and dialed.

"My lord, seven more have died. The frequency is increasing, and I can't take it anymore!"

"I understand. Someone will pick you up later. Just follow them."

After leaving a message on the other end of the phone, Denor breathed a sigh of relief. His supporters were incredibly powerful, and he would soon be safe.

A dozen minutes later, a convoy drove up to the Blood Hand Gang's chassis. After exchanging a few words with the leader, Denor got into the car.

Yang Qiu, who had been using the script's God-like perspective, was already getting angry at this point. These guys who came to help Denor came from a S.H.I.E.L.D. outpost near the Blood Hand Gang. These agents were definitely going against him. Moreover, it was ridiculous that an official organization that supposedly maintained world peace would protect a gang leader!

Hidden beneath the harbor, Pike received Yang Qiu's wrath and, in broad daylight, directly wiped out the Blood Hand Gang members. Guided by the list, no one could escape Pike's assassination attempt.

In just a few hours, only Denore remained of the Blood Hands gang in the entire New York area. Having completed most of his revenge goals, Pike's body became even more solid, and his abilities were closer to what was originally envisioned.

In the evening, Denor sat alone in an empty room. There was a working camera in each of the four corners of the room, and elite agents guarded the outside. Logically, he should have been completely at ease, but for the past half hour, Denor had been filled with inexplicable fear, as if an invisible hand was reaching out from all around him and slowly reaching for his throat.

Terrified, Denor wanted to find a new place to hide, but the person behind the scenes who provided him with the opportunity to protect him wouldn't allow him to do so. Denor had now become bait to lure out the killers.

However, Yang Qiu didn't care; it was time for this short script to come to an end.

Final Chapter: Everyone Must Die!

As night fell, the guards at the gate, who were also keeping watch, leaned against the door, looking rather bored and not very focused, which was understandable.

Anyone sent to protect a petty thug after completing brutal training would react the same way. In their eyes, Denor of the Blood Hand Gang was of no value whatsoever; they were only following orders from above.

"This weather is unbelievable. It's scorching hot during the day and cold and damp at night. I feel like my inner lining is soaked through."

"It's quite strange. I checked the weather forecast today. The humidity wasn't high all day, so why is it so humid at night?"

"Come on, you still believe in the weather forecast? For something this detailed, it's wrong eight out of ten times. You should get used to it."

As the agents at the door chatted idly, water droplets slid down the wall behind them. When the droplets merged into a patch, a face appeared faintly on the wall. The face opened its mouth wide, revealing a set of sharp teeth that were even sharper than a shark's.

"Captain! Something's not right. Even at its wettest time of the year, New York doesn't get this humid!"

An experienced agent reported to his captain, who was also very nervous. His eyes scanned the dozen or so surveillance screens in front of him, but he found nothing. However, the moisture in the air was indeed unusually high.

"Take some men to that room and check it out. Put all the firearms on safeties. If anything seems amiss, open fire immediately. I'll take full responsibility." The captain took a deep breath; he was starting to regret accepting the mission.

"Yes!"

Hearing his subordinates' hurried footsteps as they left, the captain's heart raced. This incident might be related to those non-humans. He knew that the opponents of non-human commissions would also be non-humans!

Chapter Five: Great Revenge Achieved

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Time passed slowly, and the humidity was almost saturated, making it difficult for the special agent captain to breathe.

Drip, drip, the water droplets condensing on the ceiling fell to the ground. The captain reached for his earpiece with his right hand. He was going to call the station for help. Even if such an action might expose some of his illegal activities, it was better than losing his life.

Just then, all the water droplets in the monitoring room abnormally stopped on the wall. The next instant, the water droplets condensed into a water column, which pierced directly through the captain's chest. When the excruciating pain came, the captain realized that he had been attacked. Unfortunately, his life was draining away too quickly, and he was powerless to do anything else. He could only use his last strength to press the dial button on his headset in vain.

Parker slowly seeped out from the ground, silently watching the corpse lying on the ground.

"Hello, hello?!"

Only after confirming that the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel had received the message Captain America sent before his death did Pike stomp on the headset to shatter it. In the end, there always has to be some audience members.

boom!

The next second, endless streams of water gushed out from every corner of the building, making it seem as if the entire building had been directly sunk to the bottom of the sea.

The agents scattered throughout the building began to swim towards the outside, but as they struggled, a ghostly figure would always appear behind them. Then, a rusty harpoon would easily pierce through their armor, killing them one by one in the sea.

In the end, only Denor was left alive in the entire building. His head was touching the ceiling, and the water level under his neck was still rising. Before long, he would completely lose the space to breathe.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Denor shouted loudly, hoping that someone would appear to rescue him from this dangerous place, but no rescuers appeared. All that appeared before him was Pike, who had cleared the area.

In a daze, Denor saw Sanders's image in Parker.

"Let me go...let me go..." Every time Denor spoke, seawater would gush into his mouth.