"Vampires are really something that makes people feel uncomfortable from the inside."
Father Alexander Anderson emerges from the halo of the page.
He closed his hands, and the pages flying in the sky were caught in his hands, turning into a Bible.
He had just said goodbye to Mephisto and Constantine not long ago, and now he appeared in the dirty sewers again.
A cleric dressed in black put down his walkie-talkie and saluted Anderson.
“We are all lambs and brothers, and all are as we are in the garden of our Lord.”
Father Anderson looked at the clergy in front of him with a hearty smile. Piety is Anderson's trademark and everything he is.
Faith appeased his sense of justice, which was born from killing, and kept him from going astray.
Although in addition to ghosts and monsters, he also hates pagans. But after all, he will be more tolerant when facing humans.
The swollen eyes on his face reflected the light, making him look much softer.
"Father Anderson, the Sunwalkers are being hunted by vampires. This time it's not the kind of blood-sucking bastards, but the kind we're paying attention to."
"You can leave first and I will take care of the situation here."
Anderson smiled and nodded. He always looks compassionate towards the Lord's believers.
He had heard the name Sunwalker before, and although he admired the demi-human's deeds, he still didn't like the half-vampire bastard.
After the clergymen retired, Anderson was left standing.
"The Killer", "The Decapitation Detective", "The Regenerator", "Angel Dust" and "The Gunsword Priest".
These are the nicknames of Alexander Anderson. He always kills all enemies with a bayonet. He is the so-called trump card of the Thirteenth Section of the Vatican.
Fighting the enemy full-time is the task of Section 13.
They were labeled as traitors because their actions violated God's love for all mankind regardless of good or evil.
They are "traitors" who stand under the banner of God and go against God's will to clean up sin.
Anything that goes against God's will is a "traitor", but Section 13 will never regret it. They are the sharp swords of the church, attacking all enemies.
Compared with those mysterious magical arts, Father Anderson is better at bringing death to those enemies with his own hands.
He even thought about going to hell to continue fighting with those demons after death until all the demons were killed.
Whether it is the blood-sucking bastards represented by the Sunwalker Blade Warriors or the vampire legend that began in Akkad, for Alexander Anderson, they are all enemies that must be dealt with. He has no mercy for these guys.
Not far from the direction he was facing at this time, the Blade Warrior was running away quickly, and Yang Valentine behind him had made him unable to think of any good solutions.
All the Blade Warrior's attacks had no obvious effect on that guy. Neither the concentrated garlic juice nor the anticoagulant could make the guy show any signs of interfering with his actions.
He even began to wonder if what he was facing was actually a vampire. In the previous duel, the silver blade did not have any immediate effect. It just left wounds like ordinary knives.
And that guy doesn't seem to have the extraordinary recovery abilities of a vampire.
But now he can only run away quickly and try his best to save his life.
“Devils, after all, are not worthy of feeling the mercy of the Lord, nor are they worthy of sleeping with the Lamb.”
The Bible in Father Anderson's hand turned into a bayonet, and a dazzling fire flashed between the sharp edges.
His bayonets are transformed from the pages of the Bible. He has as many weapons as there are pages in the Bible.
Then the two bayonets were crossed in front of him, forming 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 emitting a golden light with a hint of flame, filling the entire sewer area.
This place has become a sealed environment by Father Anderson, and all enemies cannot leave this place without his permission.
The moment Blade Warrior saw Anderson in front of him, his heart twitched for a moment.
Then gritted his teeth and tried to leave from here.
"Even if he is good, he is not an apostle, but a serious disease thirsting for blood, waiting only for the glory of the Lord."
Anderson's figure appears to be swaying just a little.
A ferocious arc formed at the corner of his mouth. The originally kind face was more terrifying than a hungry ghost in hell at this moment. The clear anger even made the blade lose consciousness directly.
The blade warrior had four bayonets inserted into his body at the moment the two crossed each other, and a huge cross scar was left on his chest.
The blade warrior's wrists and both feet were nailed with bayonets, and the blazing fire on the bayonets was burning fiercely, making the sound of crackling barbecue.
The injuries on his body, together with the blood he was spraying, only left some blood stains on the priest's clothes.
The cross pendant hanging on Father Anderson's chest was swinging from side to side.
His body was still in the same posture as before, as if he hadn't moved at all.
"Devil, die!"
Anderson's figure moved slowly forward directly in the direction where the blade was running, with the bayonet in front of him placed on both sides of his body, his hands slightly raised, ready to fight at any time.
It looks like it's calm and calm.
The person who conducted the vampire investigation before had told him the mission of this trip, to clean up the weird vampires here.
Protect human existence and destroy the enemies of the Church. One was his mission. If there were no other people in the Thirteen Sections nearby, it would not be his turn to take action personally.
After all, Blade is not a pure-blood vampire bastard. As a daywalker, 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, he will be free.
The Holy Light will completely burn the part that belongs to the vampire bastard, and what is left will be a complete human being.
As for Yang Valentine, there was no way he could save his life under Anderson's hands.
Anderson's power is beyond the scope of human beings.
Although he is still a human being, he can no longer measure Father Anderson by human standards.
His devout faith and belief in defeating the hungry ghosts even if he died made him stronger.
…
"Tony, go to sleep."
Pepper coaxed the groggy Tony like a child.
A hand gently stroked Tony's hair. Her body exuded the brilliance of motherhood, the kind of love that was only shown when no one was watching, which made Peppo look beautiful.
The two of them had no idea that the place they were in was not their own private space.
Rumlow and Bulcaisel outside the house were almost finished chatting, and they couldn't think of any topic to continue.
After a period of silence, Rumlow finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Why did you choose to give me a chance and watch that veteran die?"
Rumlow thought of his previous self and was a little concerned.
Speaking of which, the veteran might be more decent than he was at the beginning.
"Your opportunity was not given to you by me, but by Tarik and Mocott. At that time, I really planned to just knock you to death."
Burcasso felt a little sleepy, closed his eyes slightly and said casually.
There is no need to hide this kind of thing.
"I do not quite understand."
Rumlow glanced at Tony who was sleeping soundly in the room, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Do you think that after you complete your redemption, you will no longer bear the blood debt of those victims?"
Bulcaisel spoke motionlessly, as if he had said nothing. It's not that Rumlow hasn't thought about these things, Rumlow just wants to hear an answer from Bulcasso's mouth.
Rumlow knew very well that the blood debt on his body would not disappear just because he made up for it.
Just like a nail driven into a piece of wood, even if it is removed, it will leave a hole. Sometimes it is done and it is done. There is no excuse and no way to make up for it.
As he got to know the barbarians more and more, he understood that the aura on his body might be uglier than that of that mean Constantine.
After all, he had never done anything good before this.
"I don't think so. I may need to do more, but..."
"It's just that you don't know what to do, because it's not your turn to sacrifice in this world, and it doesn't need you to do anything for those victims?"
Bulqueso interrupted Rumlow somewhat rudely and did not give Rumlow time to defend himself.
"That Bucky, he has a little bit of kindness in him that has been overwhelmed by sin. He may be more upright and kind than you."
Bulqueso picked up the bottle and blew on it.
"But just like when I wanted to kill you, Tariq and Mocott stopped me, but when the kid inside did it, no one stopped him."
Bulcaisel has always disliked the empty statement of fatalism. If everything is destined, then everyone will lie on the ground and do nothing. Let's see if fate wants everyone to be hungry during this period. 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 couldn't save him."
Rumlow shook his head.
At that time, his medicine bottle had just been poured into Casillas, and before the medicine bottle was filled with medicine again, Bucky completely died.
"That's his choice, Rumlow."
Bulcasio glanced at Rumlow.
Would a guy with far superior physical fitness die immediately after being hit by a pistol continuously?
Unless he himself has no will to survive.
"There's something not right about Steve."
Rumlow glanced at Tony who was vomiting in the room. Tony drank too much and was now vomiting.
Pepper was tapping Tony's back gently, and the disgusting sound of vomit falling to the ground made Rumlow couldn't help but take a look.
"The rules of death in this world are not firm. The soul of death actually goes through heaven and hell before going to death. This is strange."
Bulkesso said casually.
Death in this world is like a girl who has existed for countless years but knows nothing about her rights, responsibilities and power.
She has authority, which is the rule itself, but she never seems to take her authority seriously.
It just exists and lets the rules run on their own.
Childish and simple.
"So the dead have a chance to be resurrected?"
Rumlow grinned. He thought he had thought of a good joke.
"That Steve has been struggling since he came here. You should think about whether there is something ulterior about SHIELD."
When Bulcaisel took action against Nick Fury, he discovered something like a stand-in.
It's just that the barbarian's ability to hurt the soul prevented Bulqessor from paying attention to the substitute.
Resurrection doesn't seem to be that unusual anymore.
"If that guy is resurrected, do you plan to give him a chance?"
Rumlow smiled.
"Rumlow, you have to know that's not fair!"
Bulcasio turned and gave Rumlow a deep look. Barbarians advocate justice and uphold fairness.
They have never used their strength to plunder good people. Even if they capture trophies, they only come from their enemies.
"You got the chance because of Tarik. Tarik has paid the price for you. But Bucky hasn't yet."
Talik convinced Bulcaisuo not because of the reputation of his and Mocott's two ancestors. They swore on the holy mountain that they would be at the forefront in the next battle, even if their souls were broken and they lost their glory.
The Holy Mountain will not disappear, and the oath will remain until they are completed.
Burqaso didn't understand why Tariq would do this, and he couldn't figure out why Mocott would get involved.
But it was precisely because of the oaths of the two ancestors that Bulkesso retreated.
Whether it is Luke Cage or Matthew Murdoch, they are kind people themselves, and their firm justice makes them directly recognized by Bulkeso.
After passing the test of the Holy Mountain, they also directly received the teachings from other barbarian ancestors.
Rumlow is different. Except for Tarik, no ancestor will accept him, no matter how talented he is.
As for Jessica Jones, she is now preparing to pay the price at the hands of Orak.
Just like Bucky, this girl has sins in her body that she doesn't want to be contaminated with.
It's just that no one will seek revenge from her. All the mistakes were caused by the purple man. And she is a weapon full of sin and a victim.
For Jessica Jones, the mortality rate in Orak's trial is over 90%. Even if she had that 10% chance, Bulcaisel actually didn't want to give it to her.
A person who would indulge in pain and avoid it would be more comfortable to let her sleep.
If Jessica hadn't paid a price for the injuries she suffered, Bulcasso wouldn't have given her a narrow escape.
It just so happened that Orak had been wanting an heir for a while, especially since Madoc always showed off Luke Cage, a dork.
"Then he died once, has he paid the price?"
Rumlow was testing Bulcasso's intentions.
"If he were to come here again, I would give him the same chance as Jessica."
Bulcaisel threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand and opened the portal.
Tony Stark, a playboy who has completed his revenge.
No evil deeds, no good deeds either.
Bulkesso didn't care.
"Come on Rumlow, it's time for you to spend some time with Tarik."
Bulcasio still has to go back to the Holy Mountain to see if Casillas can be saved.
He didn't know what the disobedient disciple Gu Yi said was like.
Just like the ancestors always warned the barbarian recruits not to be too reckless and to act cautiously, but the recruits always forgot these.
These guys are also considered disobedient.
As for Casillas, he can't be planning some boring script where he touches taboos just to prove himself.
"I plan to team up with Luke to go to the secret realm first and try out what it's like to fight as a team."
Rumlow followed Bulcaisel into the portal.
…
Steve was riding a motorcycle, followed by Coulson who was driving, and Hawkeye and Iron Rider who were riding in a car.
You can't expect a veteran who has just woken up from a 50-year sleep to know the location of a new base.
Steve hasn't even turned around the city much now.
When Steve went to find Colson, he happened to meet Melinda who was planning to take some time off. He used his personality charm to convince Melinda to go on an field trip with him.
Then by the way, he met Barton who had just come out of the infirmary.
So this time the operation was carried out by 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 with them, we should have almost everyone on hand. Coulson is not a sluggish person. He is always on the field and can be regarded as reliable in battle.
"Captain, what is the content of this mission?"
Barton was sitting in the back seat of the car, carefully wiping the bow and arrow in his hand.
Although he is also proficient in things like throwing and swordsmanship, those are not as versatile as arrows that can be modified.
Hawkeye hadn't met the captain for long, and he couldn't tell that the captain wasn't in a good mood right now.
Bucky's body has been sent to the Tahiti Project laboratory, and it probably won't take long for him to come back to life.
But this does not prevent the captain from expressing concern about this.
Melinda and Colson were doing what they were doing quietly.
"In support of the Howling Commandos, the Wolf Warriors and Mummy lost contact at the forward base."
Steve still told the mission objectives.
Although not very detailed, the message Nick Fury gave him was also not very detailed.
"Captain, there are two people running towards us in front, followed by eleven soldiers."
Coulson reported the unexpected situation ahead.
"One of those two people is the legendary killer Night Stalker John Witness. The person next to him looks very similar to him. I suspect he is John Witness's son."
Although his car is not as high-tech as Nick Fury's car, it is not backward.
It still has the ability to detect the environment ahead, at least it can be used to observe the situation from a distance.
The image of John Wick is actually very conspicuous. For an elite agent like Coulson, that face is definitely not unfamiliar.
Although most matters related to killers are left to the police, these legendary killers always ask SHIELD to send manpower.
After all, the police are not very powerful in terms of combat effectiveness.
Who knows that the most powerful department in this beautiful country is the tax bureau? Even those bastards who sell fans immediately file their taxes after cleaning up their income.
Otherwise, facing the elite tax forces, they would be worse off than the police.
Coulson did not say that the soldiers were dressed as if they were products of the Third Reich. After all, the Third Reich had been destroyed for a long time. Moreover, describing the opponent's clothing will not affect combat effectiveness.
The captain and the others will be able to detect this kind of thing when they see each other, and there is no need to say anything.
At worst, we can explore the answer to this question after the battle is over.
The ones running in front were naturally John Wick and Constantine. The reduction in the team was caused by Constantine using the distance he ran first to draw a magic circle, which was similar to a grenade.
But his magic was not the cause of the enemy's attrition, but the effect of the weakening sunlight after the protective suit was blown apart.
It was John Witkey who dragged Constantine up and ran with him, who was in a daze.
"Ready to fight."
Steve started giving battle orders directly.
After all, there are basically no people waiting on this road. The gas station I passed just now is the last place to change roads.
Everyone he meets now is basically an enemy. After all, the images of Wolf Warrior and Mummy are very distinct. Coulson would definitely recognize them if he saw them.
“Getting out of the vehicle, using the vehicle as cover, Patton simply began firing freely.
Coles and Melinda first hid behind the car, waiting for the other party to reach your attack distance. "
Steve parked his motorcycle directly behind the car.
Colson gritted his teeth and drifted his car "Laura" before it stopped sideways in the middle of the road.
The three agents lowered their heads and got out of the car, trying to avoid the other party seeing their specific number of people.
Although this small method cannot have much effect, after all, the number of people will be exposed immediately when the battle officially begins, but it can have some effect.
"Captain, do you want to do it directly?"
Barton was a little hesitant. Before a team of eleven people could get close to them, Barton would be able to kill them all.
As an elite long-range striker, he has this confidence.
But he didn't even conduct an investigation and took action directly, which made him hesitate.
"Our enemy is probably Hydra. If they get rid of the wolf warriors and mummies, their combat power cannot be underestimated."
Steve didn't figure out why the killer appeared here with his "son", but the soldiers were obviously hunting them.
Nick Fury did not tell Captain that his double was killed by John Wick due to a hit-and-run accident.
This kind of thing is really weird and not important news.
"OK!"
Barton directly drew an arrow and put it on his bow, ready for battle.
Coulson and Melinda hid behind the wheels to avoid exposing their feet.
John Wick and Constantine in front saw the car crossing the road in front, and Constantine shouted out of kindness:
"Don't get out of the car and wait for us to pass!"
He planned to ask the owner to turn around and run away as soon as he got into the car.
After all, he didn't want to mess with these guys who were obviously not human.
It was not that he had never seen a vampire before, but this was the first time he had seen a soldier-like vampire with such strong tactical qualities.
The old-fashioned wooden-handled grenade was thrown over three hundred meters, and when it exploded behind them, he almost choked to death on a puff of smoke.
The vampire bastards he had dealt with didn't have this level of power.
Constantine didn't need to think about it to know that he was in big trouble.
"Damn it, I can't get close to them in this environment!"
John Wick complained as he held his dog's body.
The Night Demon's most powerful ability is to approach the target without anyone noticing, and then assassinate him at close range.
It sounds similar to the fighting method of the legendary Italian killer, both of which involve fighting close to the target.
Stealth and lurking are what they are good at.
But how could he lurk on this wide road and dig a hole on the side of the road to bury himself?
"I advise you not to make such plans."
Constantine was out of breath from running, and his physical fitness was not very good.
After such a long pursuit, he was almost reaching the limit of his body.
Now even Mephisto's clone can't mobilize the power of hell, and even a necromancer can't find a demon from hell to take the beating for him.
"Those guys are not human, can't you tell?"
Constantine said somewhat lightly.
"I know, but it's not like I haven't killed these aliens before."
John Wigger hugged his dog's body higher.
Under constant running, his pet dog would always slip a little.
"Believe me, they are not on the same level as the ones you have seen."
It’s not like he’s never met the vampire Constantine before. The last time he met him, he spent a beautiful night with a beautiful vampire.
Then they turned each other into a beautiful firework, making the night even more beautiful.
The guys this time were completely different from those he had seen before. At least the ability to chase them for such a long time and even maintain a consistent pace was not something those vampire bastards could do.
"Whoosh!"
An arrow flew past Constantine's ear, causing the curious guy to turn his head and take a look.
Then he immediately started running with all his strength.
John Wick didn't even turn his head and accelerated directly.
Constantine saw the arrow piercing the head of a vampire, and the vampires began to speed up.
John Wicker, on the other hand, sensed the danger and accelerated directly.
"Damn, what are those?"
Hawkeye changed the arrow from the quiver behind him. According to his experience, neither superpowers nor those blood-sucking bastards could survive head injuries without any effects.
But these guys exceeded his expectations.
"What's wrong?"
Coulson asked, it would be better to know this kind of information related to the battle earlier.
"Those things are definitely not living people. No living person can remain unresponsive with an arrow stuck in their head!"
"Whoosh!"
While Hawkeye was speaking, he let go of the bowstring. This time the arrow was not an ordinary one.
The soldiers then spread out to avoid the arrow.
Bows and arrows do have penetrating power that is unmatched by pistols, but their speed at long-distance strikes is indeed not as fast as firearms.
The soldiers of the Third Reich found that the opponent was still shooting when they saw that ordinary bows and arrows were ineffective, so the right thing to do was to be careful.
Sure enough, the arrow exploded the moment it hit the ground.
These soldiers immediately made tactical rolls along the shock wave of the explosion.
Although this kind of explosion cannot kill them if it does not hit the body, it can damage the protective suit.
The sun has not set yet, and the sun is still a threat to them.
"These guys are elite troops, probably stronger than Rumlow's special operations team."
Hawkeye said what he found.
The fighting methods of these soldiers are much stronger than the elite soldiers Hawkeye has ever seen, and they have gathered a large number of elite SHIELD troops.
"Are you sure?"
Steve asked as he crouched down at the rider.
"It's hard to say, but if they want to come over, they will definitely lose their numbers."
Hawkeye said as he loosened the bowstring in his hand again.
This time, after his arrows flew past Constantine and John Wigger, they immediately dispersed in flight, just like the hammer cannonballs used to hit the mast during medieval naval battles.
Large-scale attacks are not so easy to avoid.
The moment the arrow was scattered, the bow and arrow in Hawkeye's hand shot out again!
The bow and arrow with the sound of breaking through the air hit the chest of a soldier who was trapped by a chain. After an explosion, the other party lost three people.
Except for the one who was directly killed, the other two had their protective clothing scratched by fragments of exploded arrowheads, and turned into handfuls of fly ash under the afterglow of the sun.
"Damn, they're vampires!"
This highly visible manner of death revealed the identity of these soldiers.
"They're wearing soldier uniforms from the Third Reich! Damn, they're definitely Hydra's men!"
Steve gritted his teeth.
"Colson, are your car doors bulletproof?"
Steve asked directly.
"Bulletproof! But disassembly..."
Before he finished speaking, Steve opened the car door, fired at the connection, and then used force to break the connection between the door and the car body.
"Those guys are going to be in shooting range soon, and we need a forward to draw fire."
Although these guys are unusual vampires, Steve believes that he will not die easily.
He was also a veteran who had come down from the battlefield, and even in his memory, he had just finished the battle without much time.
The feeling of combat is still there and is exceptionally vivid.
Steve rushed out towards the car door, shocking Constantine.
"Why do you want to fight! Why don't you just take us and run away!"
Constantine shouted to Steve, who was charging in his direction.
Constantine spoke loudly, and he was ready to grab the car as soon as he ran into position.
The behavior of these people obviously conflicted with those soldiers, but Constantine did not!
When the arrows shot by Hawkeye exploded, he found that he had been trapped in a whirlpool, but he still wanted to run.
His instinct told him that this matter would not end so easily.
John Wick has a completely different idea.
He planned to ask the person over there for a weapon when he ran to the back of the car.
If he had weapons, he would be worthy of those soldiers!
The reputation of the legendary killer is not something worth defending, but his dignity cannot be trampled upon.
Steve held the car door in his hands and rushed past Constantine and the others, and then he put his weight forward and charged with his head down.
With the "shield" in hand, he can tear apart the opponent's fire net as long as he rushes forward, and Hawkeye has proven his ability.
These guys will be wiped out.
"Colson, take control of these two people as soon as they pass by!"
As they passed each other, Steve determined that there were no weapons on Constantine's body.
And they who are being chased by these soldiers must know something!
It doesn't matter if Coulson's existence is exposed at this time. After all, the other party doesn't know that the person who shot the arrow is Hawkeye Barton.
After finishing speaking, Steve finally rushed within the opponent's attack range.
The old-fashioned submachine gun also began to spit fire!
The bullets jingled against the car door, unable to stop Steve's charge!
The size of the car door was larger than his shield, and even his legs were protected within it.
The arrows in Hawkeye's hand also began to fire one after another.
This time the arrow had dancing lightning.
Using explosions is not a wise move when Steve is about to engage in battle.
The shock wave will affect the rhythm of the captain's charge.
But electric shock can make those guys lose control of their bodies.
Even though those guys no longer need a brain to control their bodies, their muscles will contract under current stimulation, which can still hinder movement.
Steve lifted the car door and bumped directly into the soldier closest to him, and then Steve felt a force no less than his own coming back from the car door.
Steve ducked, tilted the car door, and pushed the enemy in front of him out, just in time for an arrow to hit the soldier's head directly.
Steve tore the soldier's protective clothing to pieces and watched the guy turn into ashes in the sun.
Constantine and John Wigger finally walked to the back of the car, and Coulson and Melinda pointed two pistols at their heads.
"Night Demon, why are you here! There can't be anything you are interested in at the end of this road."
Colson was the first to ask. It was a bit strange for John Witness to appear in this place.
"If someone kills my dog, I will make him pay with his life. By the way, give me a pistol, and I can be considered a combatant."
John Wigger sat on the ground and took a deep breath.
Constantine squatted on the ground, looking at Melinda who was pointing a gun at him, and took out a cigarette and lit it as if nothing had happened.
"Those guys are not ordinary vampires, at least they are completely different from 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 away.
Constantine, who had dealt with all kinds of beings, could sense that the people in front of him had the aura of being from some secret organization.
Just like the "I am thinking" Rumlow I met before.
Constantine took a deep drag on the cigarette, and most of the cigarette butt burned away. He took off the cigarette butt and placed it on the ground. He reached out and drew on the ground with the ashes.
Although he couldn't summon the demon anymore, he could still do it with a little magic that could tear through those vampire protective suits.
Hawkeye's arrows were fired rapidly and he quickly completed the roll call of these vampire soldiers.
Steve then took the opportunity to quickly dispatch the three vampire soldiers closest to him.
There were only four vampire soldiers left at this time.
Constantine's magic circle had been drawn, and a big hand that seemed to be made of smoke appeared beside Steve, pressing a vampire soldier who had just regained his mobility to the ground.
The reason he didn't do this when he was being chased before was that he could only control one or two enemies at most.
He couldn't resist the firearms in other guys' hands.
Even John Witness couldn't protect him from casting a spell without a weapon.
"I really don't like using magic if it's not necessary."
Constantine put the remaining cigarette butt back into his mouth and took a drag.
"By the way, I think I saw a guy similar to you last time, named Rumlow..."
Before he finished speaking, the gun in Coulson's hand trembled. Melinda relaxed a little.
"It seems like you don't have a good relationship with him."
Constantine chuckled.
After Coulson learned about Rumlow's actions, although he was grateful to this brave guy, he also had a huge dislike for Rumlow.
Rumlow has killed many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with his own hands, and a large number are currently receiving treatment in the hospital.
Steve directly used the car door to pin down a vampire soldier, and stood on top to control the guy.
"How did these vampires come to be?"
Coulson asked directly to get down to business.
Hawkeye shot the last arrow in his quiver, tearing a huge hole in the protective suit of the last vampire soldier.
All of these Third Reich soldiers were eliminated except for the one controlled by Steve.
But before Steve could open his mouth to ask this guy, a burst of blue flames erupted from his body and turned into fly ash.
In the end, no further news was obtained.
Although it was a good thing to know that Hydra had such vampire soldiers, Steve still felt uneasy.
After all, none of the Hydra guys he had come into contact with recently seemed loyal to the Third Reich.
Even the Red Skull had a falling out with the Third Reich.
The guys he was facing now were full of weirdness.
"How do I know? I just saw him holding the puppy's body next to the car and went over to ask."
Constantine didn't tell Coulson about their news about Mephisto.
Perhaps this is Constantine's tenderness towards ordinary people. He does not 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, vampires can be explained scientifically, such as some kind of mutation. But demons are a completely mysterious realm.
Not every agent can solve problems by "thinking" like Rumlow.
