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Bab 234: Chapter 234

Night, Hell's Kitchen

Squeak! Squeak!

In the dark alley, the occasional squeaking sound of mice echoed. The next moment, the sound abruptly stopped, as if silenced by death.

The factory remained eerily quiet, very quiet.

Faintly, a dark factory could be seen, with what appeared to be a shadow moving inside. But in the next moment, it was as if nothing had been there, and the darkness resumed its stillness.

Suddenly...

Tread! Tread! Tread!

The faint sound of footsteps echoed from outside the factory.

Immediately afterward, shadows began to stir within the dark factory, as if on guard or in anticipation.

Soon, an old Asian woman appeared, looking at the dark factory as if she could see the shadows inside.

The next moment, she gently raised her frail, bone-like arm and waved it lightly. Instantly, a wave of energy swept through the entire factory.

Simultaneously, the entire factory seemed to come to life. Torches hidden around the premises ignited one after another at a visible speed.

The flames illuminated the entire factory, banishing the darkness.

Then, a large number of ninjas dressed in black were revealed, kneeling on the ground. Opposite them stood the old woman.

She was none other than one of the five fingers of the Hand—Madam Gao.

"Rise." Madam Gao's hoarse voice commanded, and all the black-clad ninjas obeyed, standing up and forming two lines, leaving a wide passage down the middle.

Madam Gao looked down the passage and then up at the railing across from her. She spoke in her raspy voice, "Bakuto, Murakami, Alexandra, Sowande, come out."

As soon as Madam Gao's voice fell, four figures appeared on the railing above. They jumped down, crossing the railing to land on the flat ground below.

"Madam Gao, you're late," Murakami, dressed in black with a katana at his waist, said in a cold tone.

In response, Madam Gao looked at Bakuto indifferently and replied calmly, "Shut up. Let's get to the point. What's the situation with the sacrifice to the 'Beast'?"

Feeling slighted by Madam Gao's dismissive attitude, Murakami's anger surged, but then, remembering her power, he suppressed his rage and remained silent.

Bakuto, sensing the tension in the air, stepped forward to diffuse it, saying, "Madam Gao, our factory has suffered severe damage recently. Both the goods inside and the deaf-mute people we were holding have been lost."

"The most important thing is that someone is targeting our Hand. So far, three of our factories have been attacked, including one under your control."

Hearing this, Madam Gao's eyes grew cold, and she asked sharply, "I just returned. Tell me, who's responsible? Is it a member of K'un-Lun?"

Bakuto, feeling the cold air emanating from Madam Gao, shook his head slightly and replied softly, "No, their methods are very covert. We only discover the damage after the fact."

"What about the situation with the sacrifices?" Madam Gao was silent for a moment before asking.

At this point, Murakami, who had been standing aside, said coldly, "The deaf-mute individuals who were originally intended as sacrifices have been rescued."

"Now, we have to choose a new batch. Otherwise, the Black Sky will become uncontrollable. When that happens..."

Madam Gao was already aware of the consequences without Murakami's reminder.

The Black Sky was the Hand's ace, and its strength was such that even if the five of them combined their forces, they would still be no match for it.

If not for the power of the 'Beast,' controlling the Black Sky wouldn't have been so easy.

After contemplating the situation, Madam Gao addressed the four of them in a hoarse voice, "A new batch of stowaways is about to arrive, and they can be used as sacrifices. I want the rest to be used to compensate for our losses."

Murakami, still dissatisfied, replied, "I also had a factory that was destroyed."

"This isn't the time for bickering," Alexandra interjected, stepping in to prevent further quarrels. "We need to deal with the enemy first, or the problem will only get worse."

Alexandra's words seemed to freeze the air around them.

Sowande, standing nearby, spoke quietly, "My factory was also destroyed, Alexandra. Do you have a plan to address this situation?"

"Sowande, of course I have a plan," Alexandra replied, glancing around at the others and signaling for the ninjas to leave.

Once only the five of them remained in the factory, Alexandra spoke in a deep voice, "Recently, I've made contact with someone who, like us, requires living sacrifices. However, while we offer sacrifices to the 'Beast,' they intend to sacrifice to an entity named 'Dormammu.'"

"Alexandra, are you insane?" Madam Gao shouted sharply. "You know how difficult it is for us to manage the 'Beast,' and now you want to deal with followers of an evil god? Aren't you afraid they'll turn on us?"

Despite Madam Gao's extreme dissatisfaction, Alexandra waved her hand dismissively and said, "Don't worry. They're like us—they're not followers of the evil god; they're just using its power."

Hearing this, Madam Gao didn't respond, but the suspicion in her eyes was clear, as it was in the eyes of the other three.

All five of them had studied at K'un-Lun but chose to betray their teachings in pursuit of immortality.

However, the knowledge they had gained warned them of the dangers associated with evil gods.

They were familiar with the power of the 'Beast' and had devised countermeasures. As long as there were sufficient sacrifices, they could gain power at minimal cost.

Not only could they strengthen themselves, but they could also be resurrected.

But dealing with the power of an unknown evil god was a different story. Even if they were merely users of the evil god's power like themselves, there were inherent risks.

They all knew that followers of evil gods were usually madmen, obsessed with wielding the god's power.

When interacting with them, there was always the risk of being sacrificed themselves.

Suddenly, one of the Hand members seemed to have thought of something and asked Alexandra directly, "You didn't tell him about the dragon bone, did you?"

"What are you thinking?" Alexandra responded with some irritation. "I've only known him for a short time. How could I reveal such a secret?"

She continued, "However, I have spoken with him, and he claims to have the ability to track down our enemies."

 

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Bab 235: Chapter 235

Magic Luggage Space, Corridor Outside the Alchemy Room

"Sunny, are you sure this is the place?"

Peter held the small creature in his arms and asked as he approached the door of the room not far away.

Gu! Gu!

Sunny took another look, confirmed it, and called out.

There's no mistake—it's the alchemy room the keeper mentioned before, and Sunny had been inside once before.

Although after that visit, the keepers never let him in again.

Hmph, wasn't it just a matter of holding a few balls and playing with them?

As a result, the keeper had stopped letting him touch anything, saying that children shouldn't play with bombs and the like.

"Okay, don't lie to me. If you're lying again, I won't bring you a cake next time." Peter raised Sunny, held him in front of him, and said sincerely.

Gu! Gu!

"Oh, Sunny, no more excuses. You didn't exercise last time, and Professor Lockhart found out."

Gu! Gu!

Sunny looked at Peter, flapped his wings, and cried out, trying hard to display a decisive expression on his little face. It was as if to guarantee, I definitely won't lie to you this time.

"Alright, Sunny, I believe you."

With that, Peter placed Sunny on his shoulder, walked up to the door, knocked gently three times, and called out, "Hello, is Mr. Bruno here? Professor Lockhart asked me to find you."

Click!

As Peter finished speaking, the door opened with a soft click.

Peter saw a short, strange creature that resembled a house-elf.

"Kid, why did the master send you to me?" Bruno the goblin asked, looking at Peter.

But Peter, instead of answering immediately, was busy looking around at the various strange things in the room.

He had to admit, this room was quite large, with many shelves lined up. There were not only books on them but also dark golden stones, gray wood, and other things he couldn't identify.

What he could clearly see were some black magic cards, some shoes, sticks, and the like.

Suddenly, Peter's eyes widened in astonishment.

If he wasn't mistaken, there seemed to be a grenade, a pistol, and even a machine gun on one of the shelves.

"Kid, why did the master send you to me?" Bruno repeated, irritated by the Muggle's wandering gaze.

The goblin's question brought Peter back to his senses. He scratched his head and said, somewhat embarrassed, "Mr. Bruno, Professor Lockhart said that I could ask you to customize a magic item."

"Oh." Bruno responded simply and then stared at Peter.

Seeing Peter's discomfort, he asked, "What's your name? What kind of magic item do you want?"

Hearing this, Peter's eyes lit up, and he immediately replied, "My name is Peter Parker."

"As for the magic item, I was wondering if there's something that could let me fly? Or maybe something that could retract a spider web automatically, or even let me use a shield like Mr. Lockhart for defense?"

"…"

As Peter continued to rattle off increasingly fantastical ideas, Bruno's face darkened.

Seeing that Peter didn't seem to be stopping, the goblin quickly interrupted, "Peter, shut up. Creating magic items isn't as simple as you think."

"Just give me 2 or 3 functions."

Then, he added, "And nothing too outrageous."

Hearing Bruno's words, Peter felt a little disappointed. He thought carefully for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Mr. Bruno, I'd like something that can store a large amount of the spider web I synthesize and shoot it out whenever I need it."

"Like this!"

As he spoke, Peter stretched out his right hand and gave it a slight shake. Instantly, a white thread shot toward the top of a nearby bookshelf.

The next moment, the white thread, now carrying a grenade, flew back into Peter's hand.

Gu! Gu!

When Sunny saw the familiar ball, he instinctively called out, curious and ready to play with it.

But remembering what the keeper had said before, he restrained himself.

Bruno looked curiously at the Muggle in front of him. He was a Muggle, but he didn't seem like one—his abilities were quite unique.

This must be a product of the new world.

Bruno studied Peter, his eyes revealing a spark of interest, as if he were examining a precious magical artifact.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable under Bruno's gaze, Peter quickly reminded him, "Mr. Bruno, Professor Lockhart said you could help me."

Hearing his master's name and noticing Sunny, the master's pet, on Peter's shoulder, a trace of regret flashed in Bruno's eyes. It was a pity that this guy had a close relationship with his master.

After thinking it over, Bruno said, "That's no problem. What other functions do you want?"

Then, as if he remembered something, he added, "But only two more. No more than that."

"I'd like something that can change clothes instantly." Peter thought for a moment and said, "Of course, being invisible would be great too."

"And if possible, a function similar to a defensive shield or barrier."

After hearing this, Bruno pondered for a while and then said slowly, "Alright, so three functions: space storage, a defensive barrier, and invisibility, correct?"

Peter nodded, then added hesitantly, "It would be even better if it could change clothes instantly."

Bruno simply ignored this last request. Instantly changing clothes was quite troublesome, involving transfiguration, so it was better not to attempt it.

He then asked, "Would you prefer it as a ring or a bracelet?"

"If possible, a bracelet."

"…"

Afterward, the two continued discussing and gradually refined the idea of the magic item.

Sunny, feeling bored, flew to the alchemist's shelf to see if there was anything interesting to play with.

After a while...

"Sunny, I've finished talking with Mr. Bruno. We can go now," Peter called out to Sunny, who was perched on the bookshelf.

Gu! Gu!

Hearing the call, Sunny flapped his wings and teleported back to Peter's shoulder.

Seeing this, Peter checked his watch and said gently, "Sunny, after we leave, let's go for a run to exercise first, and then we'll eat afterward."

Gu! Gu!

Hearing Peter's words, Sunny drooped his head and called out weakly, indicating that he understood.

Seeing this, Peter smiled, knowing that Sunny was a little unhappy, but this was part of their routine.

He then headed out with Sunny.

To ensure that Sunny continued his exercise and practiced magic daily, Professor Lockhart had prepared a special room for him.

He had even arranged a nearby room for Peter to live and rest whenever needed.

As Peter walked towards Sunny's exercise room...

Suddenly, Peter's eyes narrowed as he saw a figure approaching from the opposite direction. Moreover, when he saw the person's appearance, he realized that they looked very familiar—extremely familiar.

And then it clicked. Peter exclaimed.

"Captain America!"

 

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