MARVEL'S MONSTER HUNTER WORLD

Quiet! Mouse, get over there and unlock it! I'll stun him long enough to tie him up.

Once you are done"takes their outpost, meet us on our side. Tonight, we're taking out Scott!"

"Got it, Third Brother! Watch me,this lock'll be open in minutes!"

Ding! Unknown armed individuals detected approaching.

What?! Watson, who had been lying on the table, instantly snapped to attention. Someone was coming. His instincts had been right. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed Uncle Polk's gift. Whatever this was, he was ready.

"Shoot! Mouse hasn't unlocked it yet! What are you doing?"

Sweating profusely, Mouse glanced back at the Third Brother's impatient glare. "I swear, I was about to open it, but this door,it's stuck!"

"Useless!" Derrick grinned smugly. The door was completely sealed—foam glue had filled every gap, and a thick wooden board was nailed over it, blending it into the wall. Unlock that? Not a chance.

Watson, amused, was just about to head to the second floor when a deafening explosion shook the entire building.

BOOM!

"What the hell was that?!"

The group outside flinched in shock, their eyes darting toward the distant skylight as a brilliant flash lit up the night. A massive explosion had erupted in the direction of their boss's assault.

At the Explosion Site

The Dark Python surveyed the chaos around him. Smoke and fire blurred the scene as bodies lay scattered across the ground. He paid no attention to the Scott Gang members scrambling to help the wounded. His piercing gaze was locked on the smoke ahead.

Through the haze, a tall, muscular silhouette emerged—a man with wild, untamed hair and an angular face that exuded raw power. His knuckle-dusters gleamed ominously in the firelight.

"Scott," Dark Python growled. "You wolf!"

Scott stepped fully into view, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Hello, little snake I think you enjoyed my 'gift'?"

The Dark Python's expression hardened, his eyes dark and venomous. "This isn't over yet, Scott!"

But before the words had fully escaped, a cold glint of steel flashed behind Scott.

Scott reacted instantly, shifting his stance as a dagger zipped past his head, missing him by mere inches.

"Oh, little snake," Scott said mockingly, his smirk widening. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

A voice answered, dripping with playful malice. "Oh? Really?"

A woman emerged from the shadows, her curves accentuated by a skintight silver suit that exuded both grace and danger. A silver dagger spun expertly in her hand as she licked its blade, tasting the blood from Scott's ear—a thin line where her strike had grazed him.

Scott's pupils shrank as his body shifted instinctively, coiling into a stance brimming with ferocity. His muscles tensed, exuding the aura of a predator ready to kill.

"This," whispered one of the Scott Gang members, watching from afar. "This is Scott,even the Dark Python and Silver Snake fear."

Scott's voice rang out, low and dangerous. "Today, no one's getting out of here alive."

And with that, he exploded into motion, charging Silver Snake with a speed and power that seemed almost inhuman.

Silver Snake's eyes widened as she sensed the attack. She twisted her body at the last second, narrowly evading the blow.

But Dark Python wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. As Scott focused on Silver Snake, Python lunged forward, twin daggers gleaming with a sinister purple light.

"You sneaky little snake!" Scott bellowed, spinning to deliver a brutal punch.

Dark Python barely dodged, his eyes narrowing as they filled with cold malice. "Silver Snake, stop wasting time. Deal with him first. Reinforcements are on their way."

Silver Snake smirked and repositioned herself, her movements fluid as water. Together, she and Dark Python surged toward Scott in perfect sync.

Scott didn't flinch. "Oh, trouble, huh?" he muttered. Then, with an almost primal roar, he launched himself at them, his overwhelming strength matching their coordinated attacks blow for blow.

Back at the House of Roar

"Third Brother, that explosion—doesn't it seem like it's from the boss?" one of the younger gang members stammered nervously.

"Nonsense! Of course it is!" Third Brother snapped. He turned to Mouse. "Let him go! I'm done waiting around!"

Mouse hesitated but quickly stepped aside as Third Brother motioned toward Mark. "Get to the flower bed and set it up."

Mark nodded, retreating while Third Brother pulled out a grenade.

"Once we're in, take the kid down immediately!" he barked. Then, with a sharp tug, he yanked the pin and hurled the grenade straight at the electric gate.

BOOM!!

The explosion rocked the building, sending smoke and debris flying everywhere