Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 210

Bulkesso was guiding Rorschach in basic training on the holy mountain, Gu Yi, who was not far behind, was drinking sparkling water, and Weishandi was communicating with Bourkesso word by word.

The power of Weishandi can't act alone without the summoner, so Gu Yi and Bulkesuo have to act as a bridge of communication.

After tossing, the sky has darkened, and the time of the day is still quite fast.

For the terrifying existence of the Seven Demon Kings, Wei Shandi and the others did not dare to assume that they did not exist.

As for the other recruits, except for the newly selected Bruce Wayne, Natasha and Hawkeye who are still training, the others have returned to the city.

Along with him was Steve.

Steve plans to form a team of Avengers to deal with some troublesome things, and these barbarians are his first target.

So Steve plans to have a dinner with Rumlow and the others, and plans to talk about his philosophy, at least to have a good relationship with these barbarian recruits.

"Captain, have you been staying at this old training ground recently?"

Rumlow whistled and looked at this underground space with a two-handed hammer hanging from his waist.

It's spacious here, but it's not worthy of Steve's identity.

"I don't know where to get my retirement salary. This place was arranged by S.H.I.E.L.D., which is already pretty good."

Steve's appearance could not be concealed from the military and the Security Council, but there was a heated discussion over how to treat this veteran.

The dead person will not stand up and lead the people if they are myths, but this dead person suddenly comes alive again, that is a huge trouble.

Their attention was focused on how to weaken Steve's influence, and they didn't realize that the veteran still needed basic living expenses.

It is said that his salary should be paid by the military, but how does Steve, who does not even have a driver's license, get his salary?

"Cool~"

Luke looked at the training ground below, looking eagerly at the hanging sandbags.

"Didn't you say you want to have dinner?"

Jessica stroked her hair and said lightly.

Matthew didn't say a word on the side, the clothes on his body didn't have time to change, and he was still in tatters.

"You have to change into your regular clothes before you go. Besides, the weapons on your body are too conspicuous."

Steve glanced at the few people in front of him, those with giant hammers, machetes stuck on their waists, handaxes and mace hanging on their waists.

These weapons are on the street, and they are the kind that the police will directly empty of five magazines.

If it weren't for the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent a big enough car, it would be a question whether these people could come to this training ground without incident.

"Do you still have clothes here for us?"

Jessica grinned, still dressed in the burlap shirt Maddock had dug out from the warehouse. Luke put it on her after he recovered.

Thinking that Jessica punched Luke, Luke didn't know why, but at this time it was enough to just smirk.

"Those agents have gone to buy the right clothes, it's just that your weapons are a little tricky."

Steve hung the shield in his hand on one side of the wall and looked at the few people in front of him.

Rumlow sat directly on the ground. He was used to this sitting position. After all, ordinary chairs couldn't hold the weight of a two-handed giant hammer.

Matthew casually stuffed the two weapons on his waist into his backpack, just like instinct.

Everyone focused their attention on him, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Well, how did you do it?"

Luke asked Matthew hesitantly.

"what?"

Matthew was a little puzzled.

"You mean backpack? Don't you have that one?"

Jessica seemed to understand something, and the hand axe disappeared directly from her hand.

"You too?" Luke was stunned.

"I try and I feel like I can do it too."

The giant hammer on Rumlow's waist suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared again.

It doesn't look like he can do that yet.

Nephalem's ability has this space package. Matthew is the one with the highest bloodline level among them, and he has been able to do this for a long time.

Jessica directly accepted Orak's blood, and the amount is also higher than the current Rumlow and Luke.

Rumlow is still a little short of opening the space backpack, and Luke is currently the weakest one on the bloodline, and he has not yet felt the existence of the backpack.

"It seems to be determined by the bloodline weight?"

Matthew whispered.

"It looks like I have to work harder. The secret realm of Talic Ancestral Land is really tough."

Rumlow handed the giant hammer in his hand to Matthew and asked Matthew to help him put it away first.

"Jessica."

Luke shouted hesitantly, and Jessica rolled his eyes at him, then took the weapon from his waist and stuffed it into the backpack.

"I'm envious when I see it, and I don't want to carry a shield every day. If I don't bring it, it will be difficult to deal with any problems encountered."

Steve smiled heartily.

"Then let's go to eat when the agents bring the clothes. I know a good barbecue."

Steve just said it casually, he didn't feel jealous or anything like that because of this ability.

"Why aren't you favored by those ancestors? I'm curious."

Rumlow grinned and said to Steve.

It is said that those who have passed the test of the holy mountain can get the opportunity to try, but the Steve in front of him has not been favored by any ancestor, and it is a bit inferior to Matthew at that time.

"Maybe I'm not in their temperament."

Steve turned and climbed into the ring, removing a pair of gloves from the side ropes.

"Who wants to come and play?"

Steve greets the others.

As a fighter, Steve's fighting skills are top-notch, and among the people in front of him, only Rumlow may be able to compete slightly with him.

The premise is not to compete for physical fitness.

Nick Fury on the other side was sitting in the office, watching John Wicker's scalp tingling in front of him.

A bunch of goosebumps appeared on his bright head.

Nick Fury is still a little frightened about this guy who can destroy his life double for a dog without any scruples.

"I said, are you going to give me another shot?"

Nick Fury rolled his eyes and looked at John Wicker in front of him.

"You can revive people? Then it should be possible to revive a dog."

John Wicker held the corpse of his dog in his arms, and his tone was a little cold.

Nick Fury has some headaches. Although he can revive humans, it is somewhat bizarre to revive a dog.

The resurrected humans will have some mental problems more or less, and will draw some weird symbols on the walls.

But what happens to the resurrected dog? Sprinkle a place symbol when marking?

Dogs don't have that big bladder...

"Are you sure to use this condition in exchange for your effectiveness?"

Nick Fury said in a weird tone.

"If you can do it, I can be one of you."

John Wicker looked at Nick Fury's eyes still cold, and people couldn't help but suspect that he would shoot Nick Fury's head with a shot.

Although his weapon has been taken away when he entered S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Okay, leave your pet here, you'll see it alive in a few days."

Nick Fury made a difficult decision and waved Melinda out of the office with John Wicker.

Before he could let go of the weird feeling in his heart, an agent hurried into his office.

"Director! Tony Stark is missing in Afghanistan!"

"Oh!"

Nick Fury's brain was so tired that he didn't even want to say "Fuck," the disappearance of Tony Stark was indeed a big deal, but this situation couldn't stimulate his tired heart.

"Send someone to find it and report back when you find it."

Nick Fury picked up the white water on the table and drank it slowly.

"Yes, sir!"

This agent is a newcomer who has just been transferred from the military. Obviously, he is not used to the way of working as an agent.

After paying a heavy price from the top and bottom of SHIELD, both the Security Council and the military sent a bunch of people into the SHIELD agency.

The name is to prevent the lurking Hydra from continuing to cause chaos, but in fact, it is to divide the big fat of S.H.I.E.L.D.

On the other side, Coulson is still stationed in the UK, and he wants to learn more about the things in the institution of Hessing, such as how Hessing fights vampires.

For this semi-official organization, S.H.I.E.L.D. can only find out that they are experts in handling supernatural events.

But there is no news about their combat effectiveness.

In addition to cooperating with Helsing, Colson also needs to investigate the composition of combat power.

If possible, it is best to poach the opponent's combat power.

"Sir, how long are we going to watch here? Shall I go get dinner first?"

The agent driving while driving asked in a low voice.

"No, they moved, now follow."

Coulson pointed to the black van, or **** van, passing by in front of him. Anyway, the car is not small.

"Good sir."

The agents quickly switched gears and stepped on the gas to drive. In order to prevent the ignition from failing, their cars generally did not turn off.

So just go.

In a building on the other side, Father Alexander Anderson was slowly waving the bayonet in his hand and pinning a ghoul to the wall.

That's what happens when someone who doesn't qualify to be a vampire is bitten by a vampire.

Only virgins are qualified to become vampires after receiving the first embrace of pure vampires, otherwise they will only become ghouls that feed on flesh and blood.

The holy flame that flashed from Father Anderson's bayonet was burning this guy little by little.

Human remains and bloodstains can be seen everywhere on the ground.

It is unknown when this building was occupied by vampires, and the people inside are now buried in the belly of ghouls.

And the innocent lambs who have been plundered so far have their eyes open, and the cracked corners of their eyes show the pain and fear they went through before they died.

The bayonet in Anderson's identity hand slashed the blood on the wall, stooped slightly, and walked slowly.

It is because of the cruelty of these monsters that Anderson has never shown mercy to monsters!

Behind the brutality is compassion for human beings, and after faith is devotion to kindness!

The sound of the bayonet slicing through the wall was harsh, but there was a divine brilliance in Father Anderson's prayer.

"The LORD is my shepherd~I shall not want~"

Father Anderson spoke in a strange tone, threw a bayonet and pinned a ghoul that was struggling to get away from him.

"He made me lie down in green pastures, and led me to restful waters; he revives my soul, and guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake"

The bayonet in Anderson's hand turned into a Bible page, flying around him. The brilliance flashed across the pages like a rising flame.

He walked over to the ghoul on the ground and raised his foot.

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I am not afraid of harm."

The pages of the book flew out in an orderly manner like a leaflet, and stuck to the surrounding walls. A golden thread connected the pages, sealing the church within.

"Then it's time for you to be afraid!"

Anderson bared his white teeth and dropped his hard leather boots.

His prayers were not finished, but enough was enough.

For those who are willing to be monsters, there is no need for mercy!

This foot stepped on the ghoul's head on the ground, and the vampire's head was like a bursting watermelon, splashing the surrounding red.

But Anderson's trousers are still pure white!

The ghouls turned into fly ash in the holy flame, which was a little brilliant.

"Are monsters worth brilliance after death? It's disgusting!"

In the moonlight through the window, only the golden bayonet on his hands could be seen in the shape of a cross, as if announcing the end.

"Bang bang bang!"

There were bursts of gunshots in the direction he was facing, and Father Anderson stood up straight and looked in that direction.

Outside the building at this time, Coulson and another agent were sitting in the car and observing.

Five minutes ago they watched a man in red and a girl with a gun in a khaki uniform enter the building.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of gunshots were heard.

Coulson stopped the agent who wanted to get out of the car, and said calmly:

"Don't get involved in monster battles."

After seeing ghosts, Coulson felt that he had no ability to fight vampires. Since those people are the staff of the Haixin agency, all he can do is wait for the result quietly.

It is the most reasonable solution to leave professional things to professional people.

The man in the red trench coat and the girl entered the building from the other side and started the killing of the ghouls.

Accardo and Silas Victoria!

After a brief battle, a ghoul was killed by Silas' gun.

Before he could enjoy the joy of winning the battle, Silas fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.

There were five or six bayonets stuck behind her back, golden runes flashed at the handshake of the bayonet, and flames burned on the blade, making a sound of burning grease.

"Blessed bayonet?"

With a smirk, Akado turned to look in the direction the bayonet came from.

A large sheet of pages flew into the narrow passage, and with the sound of iron nails being driven into the wall, the pages were hung high!

At this moment, the pages of the book are like lighting lamps, and they will walk narrow and long to the bright and bright!

It's blocked here too!

Father Anderson stepped from the corner into Arkado's line of sight!

The cross on his chest shone in the darkness, swaying like a firefly.

"We are the agents of the Lord, the representatives of God's punishment on earth, and our mission is to destroy the fools who resist the Lord, even if only the last piece of flesh and blood remains!"

The bayonets in Father Anderson's hands were intertwined, and a cross was placed in front of him.

He made the announcement before the battle!

"Amen!"

The final declaration exited, and the blades of the bayonets in his hand staggered and sparked fire!

In the Heisin facility, Integura is holding a cigar and cutting off the front end of the cigar with a cigar cutter.

"Director! News from the Vatican! The Thirteenth Division of the Hidden Force 'Betrayer' has begun operations!"

The intelligence officers in neat suits reported the news in a hurry, but the words were still clearly identifiable.

"You say 'betrayer'. It is the informal executive body of the Vatican, and the single most powerful fighting force the Vatican has."

Integura raised his eyes and looked at the intelligence officer in front of him, his tone was indifferent.

Perhaps this news still can't make this powerful woman lose her temper.

"Expelling evil spirits, suppressing paganism, and eliminating heresy experts. The thirteenth division that should not exist in the name of Judas."

Integura didn't light the cigar, the fingers of both hands were interlaced in front of him, and he stated the information of the thirteenth division.

"troops?"

"Send one force, Paladin! Father Alexander Anderson!"

Anderson's name sounded, and the old housekeeper on one side squinted his eyes and looked at Integura.

This name can't be taken lightly.

"Father Anderson? What if he had contact with Arcador and the others?"

Integura's tone was calm, and he was thinking of a solution in his mind.

At this time, she actually already understood the doomed result!

Then Integra suddenly stood up and put both hands on the table!

"I'm going to Bedric too! Give me a gun and a sword, and two guards. Walter, I'll leave the negotiation with the Vatican to you."

Integura turned and left the office in a hurry, but there was no panic.

The housekeeper on the side bowed and calmly agreed to the request.

Coulson, who was outside the building, was a little nervous when he saw the light reflected in the window of the pages of the book that shone with holy light.

Killer Anderson, Beheading Detective Anderson, Reborn Anderson, Angel Dust Anderson. Birth, race, age are all unknown, other than these, he is only known to be an expert in fighting monsters.

Just like Arcador of Hessin's department, he is the Vatican's trump card against monsters.

Extinctionist, never let go of aliens.

"This is a good moon! Monsters!"

Father Anderson stood in front of Arcador. There is a short distance between the two.

Silas reluctantly lifted his head from the ground and groaned in pain.

"It's such a lovely voice of pain, Miss Monster. But just like that, you won't die."

Father Anderson said with a contemptuous laugh.

"Because I didn't hit your heart with a single knife. It's been a long time since I hunted vampires! I've met all those random things recently. I don't want to let you off too soon."

Anderson finished his sarcastic words with a smile on his face.

"Vatican Section XIII? Betrayer?"

"Exactly, Hessin's lackeys."

As an agency that deals with supernatural enemies, Hessin uses the vampire Arkado as its trump card. Hessing, who uses monsters to fight monsters, will naturally not be recognized by the church.

Especially in front of Father Anderson!

"You're Akado? You're a vampire but with humans? Kill monsters? Are you raising food in captivity?"

Father Anderson began to approach Arcador. He doesn't understand what Arcador does, it's just that he's cultivating quality food.

Arkado walked in the direction of Father Anderson and confronted him **** for tat.

"What happened to the ghouls here?"

"It's all settled, ghouls are just some trash. There's absolutely no way to warm me up."

Silas on the ground turned his head to look at the approaching two, panting in pain.

The bayonet on her back was burning, and she felt her body feel warm in the flames.

Feeling warm is never good news for a vampire.

"The only one left is you."

There was no tone in Anderson's words, just stating a fact.

"Yes?"

Arcador and Anderson staggered, saying so.

The battle begins!

The special pistol raised by Akado was staggered with the bayonet in Father Anderson's hand.

Father Anderson's movements were obviously more swift, and the bayonet neatly passed through Arcardo's left shoulder.

Arcador let out a painful cry, and the gun on his right hand was placed on the crook of his left arm and fired directly!

Anderson's right-hand bayonet slashed through Arcardo's body, and as a handful of blood burst, Father Anderson sat down in the shadow of the corner.

"Even at night, he dares to fight with vampires. He's a brave priest, but he's still an idiot."

Arcador commented on Father Anderson's actions with contempt.

"Owner!"

Silas shouted to the one in front of Arcador, and the flames behind him were still burning! So her voice was a little weak.

"Stop talking, Silas, you were wounded by a blessed bayonet!"

Akado walked towards his "daughter", seemingly intending to pull out those bayonets.

As Anderson said, a bayonet that doesn't pierce the heart will only bring severe pain and will not take a vampire's life.

It's just that the burning holy flame made Arkado a little concerned.

But behind him, the tall figure of Father Anderson appeared again, and the bayonet pierced through Akado's body from behind with firelight.

"Ha! Crack! Sigh!"

Father Anderson let out a cautious laugh, holding the bayonet in both hands, the holy flame burned, making a burst of grease burst!

Monsters treat humans cruelly, so humans have reasons to treat monsters cruelly!

Akado's body rolled over with force to free himself from the sharp blade of the bayonet.

Those who are attacked and do not resist are idiots!

The bullet hit Father Anderson without a doubt, and he fell to the ground again.

But in just a short moment, Anderson stood up again and launched a charge against Akado!

Arcador's special pistols and bullets didn't do much damage!

Anderson's bayonets staggered in front of him, making a metal friction sound.

He waved his arms and opened a wound from Arkado's waist.

Blood splattered, and then disappeared in the holy flame!

A burst of fire flashed across Akado's body, and the holy flame was eroding his body along the wound.

After a brief contact between the two, they opened up a distance.

Father Anderson twisted his body and charged again, his arms were in front of him to block Akado's bullets. When the distance reached the ideal target, eight bayonets appeared between his hands and threw them out!

The holy flame drew a line of fire in mid-air, and the power contained in the high-speed flying bayonet shattered all the glass passing by!

Anderson's power is by no means beyond the reach of ordinary humans!

The two of Coulson, who were observing outside the building, were attracted by the sudden noise. Coulson swallowed slowly. The traces of the burning holy flame could also be seen outside the building.

"Sir, you are right."

Coulson was noncommittal to the subordinate's words, but just took out the phone and dialed Nick Fury's number.

"Director, Haixin's combat power seems to have met with the church personnel, and there may be changes."

Although Coulson didn't know the specific information of both sides of the battle, the sacred flame made him determine the identity of one side.

Nick Fury on the other end of the phone rubbed his forehead.

"Continue to observe!"

If Helsing's combat power is compromised at this time, Nick Fury will have to think about obtaining combat power from other places.

This is not good news.

Although they have some friendship with the church, they can't borrow their combat power for this friendship.

After all, the mystery test is the responsibility of the Occupational Investigation and Defense Bureau.

Nick Fury hung up and started thinking about what to do next.

And in the building, the battle continues!

Arcador shot and tried to shoot down the flying bayonet, but every two shots could completely interrupt the flight of a bayonet.

It was not a long distance for him to intercept all the bayonets that came.

In an instant, his body was penetrated by four bayonets, and even the part of the bayonet that was submerged into Arkado's body was burning violently.

Father Anderson, who was immediately behind the bayonet, put his hand on Arcardo's head and pushed him against the wall.

The huge force made a dent in the wall.

In the blink of an eye, Anderson pulled out two bayonets and passed through Akado's, blocking Akado's chance to fight back, and Akado was nailed directly to the wall!

But there was still a disdainful expression on his face~www.mtlnovel.com~ The pages behind Arkado started to burn the moment he touched the vampire, and the air was filled with the strange smell of burning blood.

"Amen!"

Father Anderson roared as he looked at the immobilized Arcado in front of him!

"Self-regeneration?"

Akado's voice seemed a little difficult under the burning of the holy flame.

"That's right! It's the technology we humans have developed to fight you!"

Anderson simply answered Arcardo's words, and then the flying knife in his hand appeared again, throwing it at a rapid speed like a rainstorm!

Under this attack, Akado was like a hedgehog, pinned to the wall and lowered his head!