Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 160

The latest website: "Vampires are really a kind of thing that makes people feel uncomfortable from the heart."

Father Alexander Anderson stepped out of the halo of the pages.

With his hands folded, he grabbed the flying pages of the book and turned them into a Bible.

Mephisto and Constantine, who had just said goodbye to him not long ago, are now in the filthy sewers.

A cleric in black put down his walkie-talkie and saluted Anderson.

"We are all lambs and brothers, all as in the garden of our Lord."

Father Anderson looked at the clergy in front of him with a hearty smile. Piety is Anderson's hallmark and everything to him.

Faith appeased the justice he was born from the killing and kept him from going astray.

Although in addition to ghosts and monsters, he also hates pagans. But in the end, he will be more tolerant when facing humans.

The swollen eyes hanging on his face reflected light, making him look much softer.

"Father Anderson, Sunwalker is being hunted by vampires, not the kind of blood-sucking chops this time, but the kind we're paying attention to."

"You leave first, I will handle the situation here."

Anderson smiled and nodded. He was always merciful to the believers of the Lord.

He had heard of the name Sunwalker got, and although he admired the deeds of the half-man, he still didn't like the half-blood-sucking bastard.

After the clergy retired, only Anderson was left standing.

"Assassin", "Decapitated Detective", "Reborn", "Angel Dust", and "Father Gun Sword".

These are the nicknames of Alexander Anderson, who always kills all his enemies with a bayonet, and is the trump card of the so-called Thirteenth Division of the Vatican.

Fighting the enemy professionally is the task of Section 13.

Being numbered as a traitor, what he did violated God's love for all human beings, regardless of good or evil.

They are "traitors" who stand under the banner of God and clean up their sins against God's will.

Everything that goes against God's will is a "traitor", but Section 13 never regrets it. They are the sharp knives of the church, crusade against all enemies.

Compared with those mysterious magic, Father Anderson is better at bringing death to those enemies with his own hands.

Even thinking about going to **** after death and continuing to fight with those demons, until all the demons are beheaded and killed.

Whether it is the blood-sucking trifles represented by the Sunwalker Blades, or the vampire legends that began in Akkad, for Alexander Anderson, they are enemies that must be dealt with, and he has no mercy for these guys.

At this time, not far from the direction he was facing, the blade warrior was running away quickly, and the Yang Valentine behind him had made him unable to think of any good way.

All of the blade fighter's attacks did not have any obvious effect on the guy, neither the concentrated garlic juice nor the anticoagulant made the guy show even the slightest sign of interfering with his actions.

He even began to wonder if he was dealing with such a thing as a vampire. In the previous fight, the silver blade did not have any immediate effect, but left a wound like ordinary knives.

And that guy doesn't seem to have the supernatural resilience of a vampire.

But now he can only run away quickly and try his best to save his life.

"The devil, after all, is not worthy to feel the mercy of the Lord, nor to sleep with the lamb."

The bible in Father Anderson's hand turned into a bayonet, and a dazzling fire flashed between the edges.

His bayonet is made from the pages of the Bible, and as many pages of the Bible he has as many weapons.

Then two bayonets staggered in front of him, turning into the image of a cross

"Amen!"

As Anderson shouted, the figure of the blade appeared directly in Anderson's field of vision.

The Bible was scattered into countless pages, and the pages were exuding a golden light with a little flame of fire, covering the entire sewers.

This place has become an environment blocked by Father Anderson, and all the enemies cannot leave this place without his permission.

The moment the blade fighter saw Anderson in front of him, his heart throbbed violently for a moment.

Then he gritted his teeth and tried to get out of here.

"Even if it is good, it is not an apostle, but a serious illness thirsting for blood, waiting only for the glory of the Lord."

Anderson's figure only seemed to jiggle a little.

The corners of his mouth curled into a ferocious arc, and the originally kind face was even more terrifying than the hungry ghost in **** at this moment, and even the clear anger made the blade lose consciousness directly.

Four bayonets were inserted into the blade of the blade warrior at the moment when the two interlaced, and there were also huge cross scars on his chest.

The blade warrior's hands and wrists and the soles of both feet were pierced by bayonets, and the bayonet was burning with blazing fire, making a crackling sound of barbecue.

The injury on his body, along with the blood he was spraying, only left some bloodstains on the hem of the priest's clothes.

The cross pendant hanging from Father Anderson's chest is swaying from side to side.

The body is still in the position before the action, as if it had not moved at all.

"Demon, die!"

Anderson's figure walked slowly towards the direction of the blade, with the bayonet in front of him on his sides, his hands slightly raised, ready to fight at any time.

It looks like a cloudless breeze.

The staff who conducted the vampire investigation before had already told him the mission of this trip to clean up the weird vampires in it.

Protect human existence and destroy the enemies of the church. One is his mission, this time if there are no other people in the thirteen subjects nearby, it would not be his turn to take the ace himself.

After all, the Blade Warrior is not a pure-blooded blood-sucking bastard. As a Sunwalker, he was spared by Anderson because of the human part of his body.

As long as he can withstand the burning flames on his body, then he is free.

The Holy Light will completely burn the part that belongs to the blood-sucking offal, and the remaining forehead is a complete human being.

As for that Young Valentine, it was impossible to save his life under Anderson's hands.

Anderson's power is beyond the scope of human beings.

Although he is still human, he can no longer measure Father Anderson by human standards.

His devout faith and the belief that he must defeat the hungry ghost even in death made him even stronger.

"Tony, go to sleep."

Pepe coaxed a groggy Tony like he was coaxing a child.

A hand stroked Tony's hair lightly on her forehead, and her body exuded the brilliance of motherhood, the kind of love that only shows when no one is watching, making Pepe look beautiful.

The two didn't remember at all that the place they were in was not their own private space.

The gossip between Rumlow and Bourkesso outside the house was almost finished, and for a while, he couldn't think of any topic to continue.

After a period of silence, Rumlow finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"Why did you choose to give me a chance and watch that old soldier die?"

Rumlow remembered his previous self and was a little concerned.

Speaking of which, the veteran might be more decent than he was at the beginning.

"Your chance was not given to you by me, but was given to you by Tarek and Mokot. At that time, I really planned to kill you directly."

Burkesso felt a little sleepy, and closed his eyes slightly and said casually.

There is no need to hide this.

"I do not quite understand."

Rumlow glanced at Tony who was sleeping in the room, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Do you think that after you end your redemption, you will no longer bear the blood debt of the victims?"

Bourkessel spoke without moving, as if he had said nothing. It's not that Rumlow didn't think about these things, Rumlow just wanted to hear an answer from Burkeseau.

Rumlow knew very well that his blood debt would not disappear because of his compensation.

It's like a nail that is nailed to the wood, even if it is pulled out, it will leave a hole.

The more he knew about the savage, he understood that the aura on his body might be a little uglier than that of the cheap Constantine.

After all, he had never done anything good before.

"I don't think so, I probably need to do more, just..."

"It's just that you don't know what to do, because the world isn't up to your sacrifice yet, and it doesn't need you to do anything for those victims?"

Burkesso interrupted Rumlow a little rudely, and did not give Rumlow time to defend himself.

"That Bucky, he has that little kindness in the corner overwhelmed by sin, maybe he is more upright and kind than you are."

Bourcasso picked up the bottle and took a sip.

"But it's like when I tried to kill you, Talek and Mokot stopped me, and when the kid inside was doing it, no one stopped him."

Burkeseau has always disliked the empty statement of fatalism. If everything is fated, then everyone will lie on the ground and do nothing. Let's see if fate wants everyone to be hungry during this time. die.

"I didn't intend to stop him, nor did I intend to save him. He was just a stranger full of sin."

"But I can't save him."

Rumlow shook his head.

At that time, his medicine bottle had just been filled with Casillas, and before the medicine bottle was filled with potion again, Bucky was completely dead.

"That's his choice, Rumlow."

Burkeseau glanced at Rumlow.

Would a guy with far superior physical fitness die immediately after being hit by a pistol in a row?

Unless he himself has no will to survive.

"Steve didn't act right."

Rumlow glanced at Tony who was vomiting in the room. Tony had drunk too much and was now nauseated.

Pepe was tapping Tony's back gently, and the disgusting sound of the vomit falling to the ground made Rumlow couldn't help but glance.

"The rules of death in this world are not reliable. It is very strange that the soul of death will go through heaven and **** before going to death."

Burkeseau said casually.

The death of this world is like a girl who has existed for countless years, but has no knowledge of her own responsibilities and powers.

She has authority, that is, the rules themselves, but she never seems to take her authority seriously.

It just exists and lets the rules run on their own.

Young and simple.

"So the dead have a chance to be resurrected?"

Rumlow grinned, he thought he had come up with a good joke.

"That Steve has been struggling since he came here. You should think about whether there is something hidden in that S.H.I.E.L.D.

When Bourkessel shot Nick Fury, he discovered the same thing as a stand-in.

It's just that the barbarian can hurt the soul that makes Bourkesso not care about the substitute.

Resurrection is not so unusual.

"If that guy is resurrected, are you going to give him a chance too?"

Rumlow smiled.

"Rumlow, you know that's not fair!"

Burkessel took a deep look at Rumlow. Barbarians worship justice and justice.

They have never used their strength to plunder a good person, and even if they capture the spoils, it is obtained from the enemy.

"You got your chance because of Tariq, and Tariq has paid the price for you. And that Bucky, not yet."

Tarek persuaded Bulkesuo not to rely on the face of his ancestors and Mokot. They swore to the holy mountain that even if their souls were broken and lost their glory, they would rush to the front in the next battle.

The holy mountain is not going to disappear, the oath will remain there until they are done.

Bourkesso didn't understand why Talek did it to such an extent, and he couldn't understand why Mocot was also involved.

But it was because of the oath of the two ancestors that Bourkesso withdrew.

And whether it is Luke Cage or Matthew Murdoch, they are kind people in themselves, and the firm justice in their bodies makes them directly recognized by Bourkeso.

They were also directly taught by other barbarian ancestors after being tested by the Holy Mountain.

Rumlow is different. Except for Talek, no ancestor will accept him, no matter how talented he is.

And Jessica Jones, who is now under Olak's hand, is ready to pay the price.

Just like that Bucky, this girl had sins she didn't want to be contaminated with.

It's just that no one will look for her to seek revenge, all the faults are caused by the purple man. And she is a weapon full of sin and a victim.

For Jessica Jones, Olak's trial had a mortality rate of more than 90%, and even if there was a 10% chance, Burkeseau didn't really want to give her a chance.

A person who will immerse and escape for pain, it is better to let her sleep comfortably.

If it wasn't for the damage Jessica suffered, it was barely a price to pay, and Burkeseau wouldn't have given this chance.

It just so happened that Olak had been wanting an heir for a while, especially since Maddock was always showing off Luke Cage as a fool.

"Then he died once, is he paying the price?"

Rumlow was trying out Bourkessel's meaning.

"If he's here again, I'll give him the same chance as Jessica."

Bulkasso threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand and opened the portal.

Tony Stark, a dude with a vengeance.

There is no evil, and there is no good.

Burkeseau didn't care.

"Let's go, Rumlow, it's time for you to spend some time with Talic."

Bourkesso had to go back to the holy mountain to see if Casillas was saved.

He didn't know what kind of disobedient disciple Gu Yi said about being disobedient.

It's like the ancestors always told the barbarian recruits not to be too reckless and to be cautious, but the recruits always forget this.

These guys are also disobedient.

As for Casillas, it can't be a boring script that touches taboos in order to prove himself.

"I plan to team up with Luke to go to the secret realm first, and try the feeling of teaming up to fight."

Rumlow followed Bulkesuo into the portal.

Steve rode a motorcycle and followed = behind Coulson who was driving and Hawkeye and Iron Cavalry in the car.

A veteran who just woke up after fifty years of sleep cannot be expected to know the location of a new base.

Steve doesn't even turn the city around much now.

When Steve went to see Coulson, he happened to meet Melinda who was going to take a vacation. He used his charisma to persuade Melinda to go out with him on a field trip.

Then, by the way, he met Patton who had just come out of the infirmary.

So this time the action is the four of them together.

Although the captain without a shield is much weaker in frontal combat, he is not completely unable to fight.

For a combat mission, after taking Hawkeye and Melinda, it's almost the same. Coulson is not a fuel bottle, and he is always reliable in battle when he is always on the field.

"Captain, what is the content of this mission?"

Barton was sitting in the back seat of the car, wiping the bow and arrow in his hand carefully.

Although he is proficient in things like throwing and swordsmanship, none of those can be modified as versatile as arrows.

Hawkeye and the captain have not met for a long time, and he cannot see that the captain is not in a good mood now.

Bucky's body has been sent to the Tahiti project's laboratory, and it probably won't take long to come back to life.

But that didn't stop the captain from expressing concern about it.

Melinda and Coulson went about their business quietly.

"In support of the Howling Commandos, the Wolf and Mummy lost contact with the base ahead."

Steve still talks about the mission goals.

Although not very detailed, the information Nick Fury gave him was not very detailed.

"Captain, two people are running towards us in front, and eleven soldiers are behind them."

Coulson reported on the unexpected situation ahead.

"One of the two is the legendary killer Daredevil John Wicker. The person next to him looks very similar to him, and is suspected to be John Wicker's son."

Although his car is not as high-tech as Nick Fury's, it is not far behind.

There is still some ability to detect the environment ahead, at least it can play a role in observing the situation from a distance.

The image of John Wicker is actually very conspicuous. For an elite agent like Coulson, that face is definitely not unfamiliar.

Although most of the killers are handled by the police, these legendary killers always ask SHIELD to send people.

After all, the police are not that powerful in combat.

Who made the most effective department in the beautiful country is the tax bureau, even those **** who sell fans will go to the tax return immediately after washing their income.

Otherwise, facing the elite troops in taxation, they will only be worse off than the police.

Coulson didn't say that the soldiers dressed as products of the Third Reich, which had been destroyed for a long time after all. Moreover, describing the opponent's clothing will not affect the combat effectiveness.

When they saw this kind of thing, the captain and the others could find it, and there was no need to say it.

Let's find out the answer to this question after the big deal is over.

The ones running in front were naturally John Wicker and Constantine. The downsizing of that team was that Constantine used the distance he ran first to draw a magic circle, which was similar to a grenade.

However, his magic was not the cause of the attrition of the enemy, but the effect of the weak sunlight after the protective suit was blown up.

It was John Wicker who dragged Constantine, who was in a daze, to run along.

"Ready to fight."

Steve directly began to issue combat orders.

After all, there are basically no idle people waiting on this road. The gas station I passed by just now is the last place to change lanes.

Everyone I meet now is basically an enemy. After all, the images of the wolf and the mummy are very distinct. If Coulson saw them, he would never fail to recognize them.

"Get out of the car, and using the vehicle as cover, Patton went straight to free fire.

Coles and Melinda hid behind the car and waited for each other to reach your attack distance. "

Steve parked his motorcycle directly behind the car.

Coulson gritted his teeth and drifted his car "Laura" to a halt in the middle of the road.

The three agents buried their heads and got out of the car, trying their best to prevent the other party from seeing their specific number.

Although this kind of small means can't play a big role, after all, the number of people will be exposed immediately when the battle is officially launched, but it can have a little effect.

"Captain, do you want to do it directly?"

Barton was a little hesitant. Before an eleven-person team approached them, Barton could be wiped out.

As a long-range strike elite, he has that confidence.

But he didn't even do the investigation, and he hesitated to do it directly.

"Our enemy is likely to be the Hydra. If they dealt with the wolf and the mummy, their combat effectiveness must not be underestimated."

Steve didn't know why the killer showed up in this place with his "son", but the soldiers were clearly after them.

Nick Fury did not tell the captain that he was killed by John Wicker because of the hit-and-run.

This kind of thing is really weird, and it's not important news.

"OK!"

Barton directly drew an arrow and put it on the bow, ready for battle.

Coulson and Melinda hid themselves behind the wheel to avoid revealing their presence by showing their feet.

John Wicker and Constantine in front saw the car crossing the road ahead, and Constantine shouted out of kindness:

"Don't get out of the car, wait for us to pass!"

He planned to let the owner turn his head and run as soon as he could get in the car.

After all, he doesn't like to provoke these guys who are obviously not human.

It's not that he has never seen a vampire, but this is the first time he has seen a vampire like a soldier with such a powerful tactical literacy.

The old-fashioned wooden-handled grenade was thrown three hundred meters away, and when it exploded behind them, he almost choked to death in a puff of smoke.

The blood-sucking **** he'd dealt with had no such power.

Constantine didn't need to think about it to know that he was in big trouble.

"Damn, I can't get close to them in this environment!"

John Wick complained while holding his dog's body.

Night Demon's most powerful ability is to approach the target without knowing it, and then assassinate at close range.

Speaking of which, it is similar to the fighting style of the legendary Italian killer. It is a fighting technique that is launched close to the target.

Stealth and stealth are what they are good at.

But how could he hide on this wide road, run to the side of the road and dig a hole to bury himself?

"I advise you not to make such plans."

Constantine ran out of breath, and his physical fitness was not good.

After so long chasing and killing, he was about to reach the limit of his body.

Now even Mephisto's clone can't mobilize the power of hell, and even a psychic can't find a demon from **** to beat him.

"Those guys aren't human, can't you see that?"

Constantine said lightly.

"I know, but it's not like I haven't killed these aliens."

John Wicker held the dog's body up high.

Under the constant running, his dog will always slide down a little.

"Trust me, they're not on the same level as those you've seen."

It's not that the vampire Constantine has not seen before. The last time he saw him, he spent a beautiful night with a beautiful vampire.

Then turn the other party into a beautiful fireworks, making the night even more beautiful.

The guys this time are completely different from the ones he has seen before. At least they have been chasing them for so long, and the ability to keep their steps in a neat and consistent manner is not something that those blood-sucking **** can do.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow flew past Constantine's ear, causing the curious guy to turn his head and glance.

Then he immediately used all his strength and started running.

John Wicker didn't even turn his head, just accelerated.

Constantine saw that after the arrow pierced the head of a vampire, the vampires began to speed up.

John Wicker, on the other hand, sensed danger, and accelerated directly.

"Damn, what are those?"

Hawkeye changed an arrow from the quiver behind him. According to his experience, neither superpowers nor those blood-sucking **** would be unaffected by a head injury.

But these guys completely exceeded his expectations.

"What's wrong?"

Coulson asked, it is better to know this kind of information about the battle earlier.

"Those things are definitely not living people. No living person can be unresponsive with an arrow stuck in his head!"

"Whoosh!"

When Hawkeye was talking, he let go of the bowstring, this time the arrow is not that ordinary.

Then the soldiers spread out, avoiding the arrow's fire.

Bows and arrows do have penetrating power unmatched by pistols, but their speed at long distances is indeed not as fast as firearms.

The soldiers of the Third Reich found that the other party still shot when they saw that ordinary bows and arrows were ineffective, so it was the right way to be careful.

Sure enough, the arrow exploded the moment it hit the ground.

The soldiers immediately made a tactical roll along the shockwave of the explosion.

While the explosion wouldn't kill them without hitting the body, a broken suit could.

Now the sun has not set, the sun is still a threat to them.

"These guys are elite troops, probably stronger than Rumlow's special operations team."

Hawkeye spoke of his discovery.

The fighting style of these soldiers is much stronger than the elite soldiers Hawkeye has seen, and it is on top of the large number of elite S.H.I.E.L.D. troops.

"Are you sure?"

Steve crouched over the driver and asked.

"It's hard to say, but if they want to come over, they will definitely reduce their staff."

Hawkeye said that the bowstring in his hand was loosened again.

This time his arrows disperse in mid-flight immediately after flying past Constantine and John Wicker, like the hammer **** used to hit the masts in medieval naval battles.

Large-scale attacks are not so easy to dodge.

At the moment when the arrow was scattered, the bow and arrow in Hawkeye's hand shot again!

This time, the bow and arrow with the sound of breaking through the air were nailed to the chest of a soldier who was caught by a chain. After an explosion, the other party directly reduced the number of three people.

In addition to the one that was directly blown up, the other two foreheads were smashed by the blown forehead arrow fragments that cut through the protective clothing on the body, and turned into a handful of fly ash under the afterglow of the sun.

"Damn, they're vampires!"

This extremely conspicuous manner of death revealed the identities of these soldiers.

"They are wearing the uniforms of the soldiers of the Third Reich! Damn they are definitely the hands of Hydra!"

Steve gritted his teeth.

"Colson, are your car doors bulletproof?"

Steve asked directly.

"Bulletproof! But dismantling..."

Before he could finish speaking, Steve opened the door, shot at the connection, and smashed the connection between the door and the body with force.

"Those guys are about to reach shooting distance, we need a striker to get the fire."

Although these guys are unusual vampires, Steve believes he won't die easily.

He was also a veteran who came down from the battlefield, and even in his memory, he had just finished the battle and didn't have much time.

The feeling of fighting is still there, and it is exceptionally distinct.

Steve rushed out towards the car door, stunned Constantine.

"Why are you fighting! Why don't you just run with us!"

Constantine yelled at Steve who was rushing in his direction.

Constantine said loudly, and he was ready to grab the car immediately after running to the position.

The behavior of these people is obviously in conflict with those soldiers, but he, Constantine, did not!

When the arrow shot by Hawkeye exploded before, he found that he had fallen into a vortex, but he still wanted to run.

His intuition told himself that this matter would not end so easily.

John Wicker had a completely different idea.

When he ran to the back of the car, he planned to ask the person over there for a weapon.

If he's armed, he's not worth the soldiers at all!

The reputation of a legendary killer is not something worth defending, but his dignity is something that cannot be trampled on.

Steve rushed past Constantine and the others with the car door in his hand, and then again with the attitude of pressing forward with his center of gravity and burying his head in the charge.

With the "shield" in hand, as long as he rushes forward, he can tear apart the opponent's firepower network, and Hawkeye has proved his ability.

These guys will be wiped out.

"Colson, when these two people pass by, take control immediately!"

When passing by, Steve made sure that the two of Constantine were not armed.

And they must know something when they are chased by these soldiers!

It doesn't matter if Coulson's existence is exposed at this time, after all, the other party doesn't know that the person shooting the arrow is Hawkeye Barton.

After speaking, Steve finally rushed into the opponent's attack range.

That old-fashioned submachine gun also began to spit fire!

The bullets were clanking on the door, and they couldn't stop Steve's charge at all!

The door was bigger than his shield, even protecting his legs.

The arrows in Hawkeye's hand also began to fire one after another.

This time the arrow has a jumping electric light on it.

It's not wise to use the explosion when Steve is about to take on the fight.

Shockwaves affect the rhythm of the captain's charge.

But the shocks can make those guys lose control of their bodies.

Even if those guys don't need the brain to control the body, but the muscles will contract under the stimulation of the electric current, which can also have the effect of hindering the movement.

Steve held the door and rammed directly into the soldier closest to him, and then Steve felt a force no less than him feeding back from the door.

Steve was short, tilted the car door, and flew out the enemy in front of him, just as an arrow hit the soldier's head directly.

Steve shredded the protective suit on the soldier and watched the guy turn into fly ash in the sun.

And Constantine and John Wicker finally got to the back of the car, and Coulson and Melinda pointed two pistols on their heads.

"Night Demon, why did you appear in this place! There can't be anything you are interested in at the end of this road."

Coulson was the first to ask the question, and it was a bit bizarre for John Wicker to appear in this place.

"When someone kills my dog, I'll let him pay for it. By the way, give me a pistol, and I can be considered a fighting force."

John Wicker sat on the ground and took a deep breath.

And Constantine squatted on the ground, looked at Melinda who pointed a gun at him, took out a cigarette and lit it casually.

"Those guys are not ordinary vampires, at least not like the most common ones."

Constantine looked at the barrel of the gun in front of him and gave up his plan to grab the car and run.

Constantine, who has dealt with all kinds of existences, can feel the breath of the few people in front of him who came from some hidden institution.

Just like the "I think" Rumlow I met before.

Constantine took a deep breath of the cigarette, and most of the cigarette **** burned directly. He took off the cigarette **** and put it on the ground, reaching out and drawing on the ground with ashes.

Although he can't summon demons, a little magic that can rip through those vampire suits can still come out.

Hawkeye's arrows fired quickly and quickly completed the roll call of these vampire soldiers.

Steve then took the opportunity to hurriedly tackle the three vampire soldiers closest to him.

There were only four vampire soldiers left at this point.

Constantine's magic circle has been drawn, and a big hand like smoke and dust appeared beside Steve, pinning a vampire soldier who had just regained his mobility to the ground.

The reason why he didn't do this when he was being chased before was that he could control one or two enemies at most.

The guns in the other guys' hands are not something he can resist.

Even John Wicker couldn't protect him from casting spells without a weapon.

"I really don't like using magic if it's not necessary."

Constantine put the remaining cigarette **** back in his mouth and took a puff.

"By the way, I seem to have seen a guy similar to you last time, what's the name of Rumlow..."

Before he could finish speaking, the gun in Coulson's hand trembled. Melinda relaxed a little.

"It looks like you don't have a good relationship with him."

Constantine laughed.

After Coulson learned about Rumlow's actions, although he was grateful to this brave guy, he also had a huge disgust for Rumlow.

There are not a few SHIELD agents killed by Rumlow himself, and a large number are receiving treatment in the hospital.

Steve pressed a vampire soldier directly under the car door, stood on top, and controlled the guy.

"How did these vampires form?"

Coulson asked directly about the business.

Hawkeye fired the last arrow in the last quiver, tearing a huge hole in the protective suit of the last vampire soldier.

All of these Third Reich soldiers were wiped out except for the one that Steve controlled.

It's just that before Steve opened his mouth to ask this guy, a faint blue flame erupted from his body and turned into fly ash.

In the end, no further news was received.

Although it was a good thing to know that Hydra had this kind of vampire soldier, Steve was still uneasy.

After all, the HYDRA guy he had come into contact with recently didn't seem to be loyal to the Third Reich~www.mtlnovel.com~ Even the Red Skull back then had a feud with the Third Reich.

Now the guys he faces are full of weirdness.

"How do I know, I just saw him holding the puppy's body by the side of the car, and I went over and asked."

Constantine didn't tell Coulson their news about Mephisto.

Perhaps this is Constantine's tenderness towards ordinary people, and he doesn't want too many people to be involved in the whirlpool he is in.

The mysterious realm is more dangerous to ordinary people than those vampires.

After all, things like vampires can still be explained scientifically, like some kind of mutation. But the devil is a completely mysterious realm.

Not every agent can solve problems by "thinking" like that Rumlow.

Chapter end