Wanted criminal 2000 francs!
Hearing Russell's completely joking address, Van Helsing looked extremely ugly. He had always complained about his status as a wanted criminal and was extremely dissatisfied with the church's silence.
I have saved countless lives, yet I am considered a villain. Why?
He walks on the edge of life and death and works as a superhero, but in the eyes of the world he is a cruel serial murderer. Van Helsing doesn't care about reputation because he has no memory and is a person without a name. It doesn't matter whether his reputation is good or bad, but... he It’s frustrating!
Full of evil fire and nowhere to vent, the more he looked at Russell and others, the more unpleasant he became. He had been fighting dark creatures for hundreds of years, and he could tell at a glance that Amelia and others were anything but good.
Especially Michael and the five werewolf soldiers, the blood from the corners of their mouths was not wiped clean, it was obvious that they had just eaten a big meal.
After a little analysis in his mind, Van Helsing reconstructed the crime scene, the large-scale dining scene, and after eating, he even opened the stall... and burned it!
He came after the slain dark creature. He died as soon as he died and did not deserve sympathy. However, the ten monsters in front of him must not be let go easily, otherwise Paris would be in another bloody storm.
The two pistols on Van Helsing's waist took a deep breath to calm down. The two pistols were fired by the cardinal. They were sharp weapons produced by the church to eliminate demons. However, the enemy had a large number of people and must be extremely vigilant.
But the next second...
"Van Helsing, you have continuously committed robberies, murders, destruction of cultural relics and other shocking crimes. You regard law and justice as nothing. Your bad deeds have caused anger and resentment. Come with us."
With a righteous look on his face, Russell first held himself up to the moral high ground: "Now let's get on with it. I will say a few nice words for you in front of the Lord. If you persist in your stubbornness, I will send you directly to hell."
It's okay not to mention this. When the wanted order was mentioned, Van Helsing became angry: "Despicable dark creatures, stop confusing right and wrong here. What qualifications do you have to talk about the Lord? You are the one who deserves to be judged!"
"First of all, darkness does not mean evil. Dark creatures can also be divided into good and evil. For example, our group of exorcists were born in darkness but yearn for light. Everyone has a simple mind, is fair and law-abiding, and is passionate about protecting world peace."
Russell shook the wanted notice: "Secondly, I did not confuse right and wrong! People's minds are free to decide what is right and wrong. The eyes of the world are sharp. Your wanted notice is all over the street. How can this be fake?"
These words made Lucian and others blush, and the simple-minded Michael lowered his head in shame.
"you……"
Van Helsing was about to explode with anger. He had never heard such a shameless statement before. The dark creature actually came to destroy him, a warrior of the Lord, under the banner of justice.
"What are you!"
Russell waved his hand: "Listen up, to deal with this kind of devil, there is no need to talk to him about chivalry, just come with the copycat! Well... remember not to kill people, he has been committing crimes in a mask, and the dead body cannot be seen If you are tried in court, you will lose 2,000 francs!”
"Hohohoho——"
Russell gave the order, and the five werewolf soldiers immediately transformed. Lucian and Michael also entered the hybrid state. Only Russell stood with two beauties standing on his left and right, standing with their hands on their shoulders and directing the battle.
Van Helsing didn't recognize the mixture of vampire and werewolf, but the five werewolves couldn't fake it and immediately yelled angrily: "Assholes, you are indeed dark creatures!"
"Ho ho ho!!"
The only answer was a roar. Michael and Lucien rushed down, their sharp claws piercing their chests and faces.
Van Helsing took a breath. The two mixed-bloods were so powerful that they did not dare to be distracted and said anything. They fired with both guns, sweeping down the blessed exorcism bullets.
Michael instinctively sensed the danger, and the momentum of his charge was paused. Lucien increased his speed and stood in front of Michael, flipping the blade and knocking away the bullets.
Five werewolves climbed to the walls on both sides and surrounded him from behind. In the blink of an eye, Van Helsing was trapped in a dilemma with no way to retreat.
Clang!
The bullets were ineffective. Van Helsing put away his guns and pulled out the sword from his waist to block. The two blades collided and Lucian's brute force pushed him back two steps.
The next moment, before he could retract the sword in his hand, he was kicked in the chest by Michael who rushed in. His body was out of control, and he was thrown away like a kite with its string broken.
Two werewolves surrounded him, one on the left and one on the right, grabbing Van Helsing's arms. The remaining three swarmed up and punched and kicked him, making him dizzy and his face quickly fattened up.
"Hey, hey, if you hit someone, you don't want to slap someone in the face. How can you identify the witness if your appearance is broken?"
The five werewolves roared, and four of them grabbed Van Helsing's limbs. One of them took the sword and threw it aside. Then they threw him to the ground hard, making a dent in the ground.
Van Helsing spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his limbs were pinned down, unable to get up. In his sight, a two-meter-tall werewolf punched him hard, hitting his chest and abdomen.
"Damn dark creatures..."
Van Helsing roared angrily, the golden light flashed in his eyes, and the strength of his whole body exploded, and he pulled out his suppressed hands and feet. After getting up, he used a simple and capable combination of punches to send the five werewolves flying away.
Michael came up behind Van Helsing at some point, and smashed his back with fists. Lucian, who had been waiting for a long time, kicked out his whip leg sideways, and hit his neck with a powerful and heavy blow.
Boom!
Van Helsing vomited blood while smashing into the wall next to him. In just a few rounds, he was beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back. By the time he staggered up, he was already dizzy, his ears were ringing, and his eyes were filled with double images.
I was stunned!
This battle may not be the most dangerous battle in Van Helsing's life, but it is definitely the most powerful and weak battle. The five werewolves are the second best. Give him some time to kill them one by one.
The key is Lucien and Michael. Their strength makes him tired of dealing with them. Moreover, Russell is eyeing them from the side, and there are two beauties who look like they are nothing at first sight. They all put great pressure on him and he cannot go all out.
Lucian waved his hidden sword, grinning ferociously and showing his fangs. Before Van Helsing could recover, he struck down one sword after another, until he could only block with his sword.
Michael struck a blow from behind and hit Van Helsing in the waist, making him look pale.
Clang!
The long sword was thrown away by Lucian. Van Helsing was even more unable to resist without the weapon. He was pressed against the wall by the five werewolves who surrounded him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
Lucian and Michael fired their bows from left to right and gave him a severe beating before stopping. The battle ended. The two werewolves carried Van Helsing and dragged him all the way to Russell.
At this moment, the black scarf on Van Helsing's face fell off, his hat had long since disappeared, and his long messy hair was stained with blood and stuck to his cheek, looking extremely miserable.
"The vitality is so tenacious, I didn't even kill him..." Russell sighed with a sigh, holding the cross tightly in his hand as he was about to fly out.
At this moment, Van Helsing got the strength from nowhere, struggled to break away from the two werewolves, and roared at Russell.
Russell sneered again and again, and two beautiful figures rushed out from beside him. In the dim light, two long legs cut through the air. One kicked Van Helsing's face, and the other performed a fatal punch.
"Hiss!!" X8
Van Helsing covered his crotch with his hands and knelt on the ground, sweat dripping down his face, his face was pale and he could not make a sound. Russell and eight other male compatriots sympathized with his experience and very considerately helped him dub.
