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Chapter 32 Deep Diver

Under the night sky, the moonlight shines on the streets of Hell's Kitchen, covering this prosperous and complex neighborhood with a layer of silver gauze.

Daredevil Matt felt a little uncomfortable walking on the street, as such streets were too unfamiliar to him.

Those gang members who used to spawn regularly like fixed wild monsters have disappeared, and even the ultimate villain boss Kingpin has been unusually quiet during this period.

His footsteps seemed particularly heavy on the streets of Hell's Kitchen. Without the hustle and bustle and chaos of the past, this sudden calm made him feel an inexplicable emptiness and uneasiness.

He was used to fighting evil in the darkness; those familiar figures, provocative looks, and even fierce conflicts were all part of his identity as a guardian.

He moved through the shadows in the moonlight, trying to catch a clue that something was wrong in this unusual silence.

Although the shops on both sides of the street were still brightly lit, there was an unusual silence in the air, as if even the wind had slowed down, unwilling to disturb this fragile peace.

Could it be that all the gang members have retired? It's Hell's Kitchen at night, why has it become so quiet?

Matt couldn't hear even a sound of calling for help. It was so strange, so strange, and so un-Hell's Kitchen.

Matt was full of doubts and began to wonder if there was a bigger conspiracy brewing.

Suddenly, a faint cry for help caught his attention.

This cry for help was like a ray of light in the dark night, instantly penetrating the fog in Matt's heart.

He stopped immediately, and his senses were instantly highly focused, as if he could detect every vibration in the air. Although the sound was faint, it was extremely clear, coming from a narrow alley not far away.

Matt did not hesitate at all, and quickly adjusted his direction and ran towards the direction where the cry for help came from. He used his extraordinary hearing and night vision abilities, and under the cover of moonlight, he quietly approached the alley.

As he got closer, the cries for help became clearer and clearer, mixed with some faint sounds of struggling and low roars?
Did some large animal enter Hell's Kitchen? Why is there still a roar?

This made Matt's heart tighten, and he realized that things might not be that simple.

He rushed into the alley, and immediately a strong smell of blood hit his nose.

Not to mention a street hero like him with an extraordinary sense of smell, even an ordinary person can smell it.

"Help, help!"

A faint male voice was heard, as if he had noticed the appearance of Daredevil, and the cry for help was obviously directed at Matt.

Matt immediately noticed the man's cry for help. He wanted to rush forward and save the man, but unfortunately, as soon as he moved, he noticed that the man's breath disappeared and he was dead.

Matt's heart sank as he realized the situation was far more serious than he had imagined.

Just as he was about to go forward to check, an ominous shadow quickly spread from the depths of the alley, obscuring the already faint moonlight.

Matt quickly took a few steps back. He could clearly feel a dangerous aura approaching.

Although he has no vision, Matt's senses are like a human sonar.

This monster gave him a huge feeling of oppression. Matt could even smell a fishy odor from it, as if a horrible creature from the deep sea was forcibly pulled onto land.

"What the hell are you?"

Matt whispered, feeling an unprecedented sense of urgency in his heart. He had a strange feeling that the creature in front of him might not be human.

If it was a monster, he didn't know if his fighting skills would work on it. The other side didn't respond, but just moved forward step by step.

Faced with this sudden unknown creature, Matt's heart beat faster and all the muscles in his body tensed up, preparing for this unprecedented battle.

Matt had fought many battles with humans, but this was his first time fighting a monster. He didn't know whether he should hand it over to the police station or to another research base if he could subdue it.

At this moment, the Deep One let out a low and strange roar, and then pounced towards Matt.

Faced with the Deep Diver's ferocious attack, Matt reacted quickly, dodged the attack with his extraordinary agility.

However, the power of the Deep Diver was beyond imagination. Even the aftermath of the air being scratched made Matt feel a strong shock.

He quickly adjusted his breathing and focused all his attention on the upcoming battle.

The Deep Diver roared and pounced again, its huge body pressing down on them like a mountain.

Matt's body was as fast as lightning and he reacted almost instantly. He jumped up suddenly, used the wall on one side of the alley as support, and flipped over to jump above the Deep Diver's head.

The stick in his hand turned into a silver lightning and struck the Deep One's eyes.

However, the Deep Diver's reaction was equally amazing. It quickly raised its head and blocked Matt's attack with its hard head, while opening its big mouth full of sharp teeth and trying to bite Matt in one bite.

Matt made a sharp turn in the air and barely avoided the fatal blow, but his arm was scratched by the Deep Diver's teeth, and blood instantly dyed his sleeves red.

After landing, Matt quickly took a few steps back to keep a safe distance from the deep diver.

He felt his injured arm and frowned.

However, after just one encounter, he was injured. Although he could still continue fighting, this monster surpassed him in both strength and speed.

If I keep fighting like this, I'll be dead sooner or later.

The Deep Diver seemed to be irritated by Matt's flexibility and tenacity, and it roared and attacked again.

This time, it no longer simply pounced, but began to use its flexible and sharp claws to attack Matt from all sides.

With his extraordinary hearing and night vision, Matt dodged flexibly in the dark while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

He kept jumping, rolling, and dodging, trying to consume the Deep Diver's strength and find his weakness.

However, the power of the Deep One was too strong, and each attack was accompanied by a huge impact, making Matt feel difficult to resist.

His clothes were torn, his skin was scratched, and blood was constantly flowing out.

Matt realized that the gap in strength between the two sides was too great, and he was completely on the defensive. Perhaps retreating was a good option.

The Deep Diver suddenly pounced again, and Matt dodged it. The stick in his hand turned into a silver whirlwind and hit the Deep Diver's abdomen hard, making a dull loud noise.

The Deep Diver groaned and punched Matt, knocking him away.

Matt spat out a mouthful of blood, and used the force to flee quickly, completely ignoring the deep diver behind him.

(End of this chapter)