Chapter 116: You Will Be Torn Apart!

"Sonar gun! Capable of taking lives silently, like a ghost."

Kraven held the firearm in his hand, addressing the audience:

"It doesn't make the usual gunshot or explosion sounds, so it can attack unsuspecting targets, making the sonar weapon an extremely deadly tool."

Kraven proudly proclaimed to the viewers, "I've used it to hunt rhinos before!"

"This weapon is effective even against Spider-Man, specifically, I've used it against Spider-Man, but using it here is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

He made a regretful expression but quickly added, "But don't worry, I've studied two Spider-Men, I know their habits. After this live stream ends, I'll continue to broadcast how I hunt down two human spider beings."

Walking forward, stepping on the forest's fallen leaves, he continued to boast to the drones, "No one marked by me as prey can escape."

"I've checked the tickets, set the alarm clock, and the fate god has dipped his finger in black ash, marking the prey's forehead, no one smeared lamb's blood on their door."

With his continuous boasting, the online popularity surged, with more people streaming into the broadcast room.

Though he kept boasting about his past heroic deeds, Kraven didn't appear as relaxed as he seemed.

He kept in constant contact with his team through an earpiece, ensuring the traps set around were not triggered.

Meanwhile, at the movie theater.

Gina, the black female manager, glanced at the big screen showing the live stream, then at the bottle of liquor in front of her.

Half of the bottle had already been consumed.

She let out a low whistle and then lifted the bottle, gulping down a sip, then another, and another.

With each sip, her throat moved like a piston.

She was already a bit tipsy, her tongue not as agile when speaking.

Seeing Fletcher finish his phone call and enter, she raised an eyebrow.

"My nose is filled with the smell of whiskey, and this guy keeps raping my eyes."

Gina looked at Kraven on the screen and said to Fletcher, "You know what? This guy reminds me of my ex-husband."

Fletcher leaned back against the chair, saying, "But isn't he dead?"

"Yes, as dead as can be. He was a loyal fan of Hunter Kraven, had the club badge and everything."

Gina took another sip of whiskey and said to Fletcher, "I chopped him up and threw him into the trash."

Fletcher didn't say anything, staring at Kraven's actions on the big screen, quietly listening to Gina's somewhat vague words.

A few minutes passed.

"Is it over?" Fletcher asked.

Gina, puzzled, asked back, "What?"

"This isn't a story; it's clearly just the end of one," Fletcher said.

"I think it's fine."

"I feel like there's more to it," Fletcher said, "You can't just suddenly decide one day to chop up your husband and throw him into the garbage disposal, just because he's a fan of Hunter Kraven."

"What's so strange about it?"

Gina shrugged, "But I didn't throw his bones in, just the meat."

"Your husband."

"Yes, my husband."

Fletcher didn't say anything, and the two fell into silence again.

Only Kraven's voice came from the big screen.

"I just feel like you didn't do it for no reason."

"Fine," Fletcher stared at the screen and said, "even if it was a whim, go ahead and throw your husband into the garbage disposal."

"You're thinking he's pitiful, aren't you? Let me tell you, he deserved it."

"I don't think that way, but either way, your story is just scratching the surface; it's not the end."

Gina's profession was a theater manager, an ordinary white-collar worker.

No one would have guessed that in private, she was a cold-blooded murderer.

"We had an arranged marriage, marrying him was my mom's idea, and my grandma's too."

Gina said to her, "And in our place, marriage is just marrying with the circumstances, women have no right to choose, for men, we're just a cane, a stool to step on, or, a vacuum cleaner with breasts."

Fletcher drank the red wine in his glass, nodding, "Insightful."

"My husband was a vulgar man, he knew nothing about refined things, nor could he distinguish between the importance of various matters."

"He was like a terrible cancer, everything good—organized, clean, perfect—as soon as it touched him, it instantly fell apart, collapsed, became dirty, no longer existed."

Gina's eyes shot with resentment, "That night, we had dinner together, over a trivial matter, he threw spaghetti on the carpet, not only that, he grabbed my wrist, even though I still held the spaghetti in my hand."

"I punched him!"

Fletcher listened quietly to the narration, nodding slowly. "I understand. His idol is Kraven, so it's not surprising. Perhaps this is his way of demonstrating masculinity."

"Then I picked up the typewriter in the living room and smashed it on his head, then I dragged him into the kitchen."

Gina recounted her murder process, and Fletcher showed no discomfort.

After Gina finished telling her murder story, Fletcher set down his glass of red wine.

"I enjoy watching 'reality show'-style massacres, and you, on the other hand, embody the butcher yourself. In a sense, we are of the same kind, both cruel beings."

Fletcher's tone was devoid of emotion. "So, is this why you betrayed the human camp and joined the vampire camp?"

Gina shook her head. "No, but it's similar. Perhaps through this slaughter, I awakened something within me."

"These are things I hadn't realized before. I have to thank him; he made me who I am today."

Gina said to Fletcher, "I realized that human life is a constant process of mutual slaughter. Life is like a hunt at all times. Even though I don't like to compete with others, resources are scarce."

Six months ago, Gina was converted into a vampire by Fletcher.

Gina was the general manager of Thousand Grace Cinema, not only providing support for Fletcher in the film industry but also personally recruiting extras for Fletcher, filming scenes of these extras being hunted by monsters, turning them into "reality show" movies, and then playing them exclusively for Fletcher in the cinema.

The "reality show" of Hunter Kraven on the big screen in front of them was ridiculously funny to both of them.

Because they had watched countless times, more thrilling and bloody "reality shows" than this.

And it was the kind where one misstep could lead to a boxed meal.

Fletcher lifted his glass and took another sip. "So, will you agree to my plan to destroy New York?"

"Yes, because we are of the same kind. You know what? When you said I could be one of you, I was excited. After all, in this damn world, I have to actively hunt!"

Gina said, looking at Kevin on the screen, "Our hunter should be here now, right?"

Kraven seemed to sense something, facing the unknown darkness, he suddenly raised the sonar gun in his hand.

The attack from the darkness came like a hammer smashing into his clavicle.

The pain was explosive.

The sudden attack flipped Kraven onto his back.

He quickly rolled over, gripping the gun barrel, and fired a shot towards the direction of the attack.

"Boom!"

The deafening sound echoed through the woods.

At this moment, Kraven felt pain almost everywhere - ribs, stomach, neck.

He felt like his whole body was being torn apart by pain.

Blood finally flowed back to his hands. He quickly wiped the blood off his shoulder and got up.

But the dark figure then crashed into his body, hurling him fiercely.

With a "bang," he slammed onto the ground, sending up countless moist leaves.

Kraven struggled to get up and quickly hid his body behind a large tree.

With a "boom," he endured the pain and fired another shot quickly.

"It seems you still haven't figured it out—"

Kraven roared, "The price of angering a hunter!"

Just as he was about to fire a second shot, the towering figure rushed over, grabbed Kraven by the hair, and slammed him against the side of the tree.

Kraven's world buzzed like a damn big clock.

He couldn't even feel the pain; he was just numb and disoriented.

His body felt like a sandbag, and someone was constantly hitting him with cement bricks.

A thought flashed through his mind: the pain had finally passed. But then he realized it was just an illusion.

Kraven hadn't figured out what was happening when the towering figure bent down, already grabbing his numb feet.

Kraven was suspended in mid-air, and he finally saw the figure's face clearly.

It was a werewolf with blood-red eyes, standing over two meters tall.

It exuded a savage aura, as if it were a ferocious beast. The werewolf seemed to have vampire-like eyes, and its overwhelming aura completely stunned him.

He could feel the tremors of being torn apart by the other party.