"who is it?"
Daofeng said with the knife in his hand, his sunglasses on his face, and his eyes couldn't be seen clearly.
What Coulson can confirm is that this guy's eyes must not be very good-looking.
Maybe it's peach blossom eyes or something.
"Then why would I tell you? At least you have to explore this secret yourself."
Coulson smiled sideways, like a comic.
He lifted up the old lady who was no more than seventy years old on her shoulders.
Peggy Carter coughed violently and could not say any complete words for the time being.
"It's all nonsense."
As the Blade Warrior spoke, he fired the submachine gun in his hand.
This time it wasn't the special silver bullets, just ordinary ammunition.
After all, Nick Fury said when he contacted him that the enemy was not those blood-sucking bastards.
Specially made ammunition is also a considerable expense for Blade Warriors.
Especially when he doesn't have a serious job yet.
Blade's income, in addition to what Nick Fury quietly divided from the funds, comes from the evil of vampire bastards.
But this business blader is just a part-time job and has no intention of treating it as a career.
Ding Dang Dang~
The bullets landed in front of Colson, but they were all blocked by a figure.
A pair of sharp canine teeth stood under the sun, and the Blade Warrior's body began to tremble.
A handsome and handsome face, and a pale face that looked like it had just been painted.
There was still meanness in that face.
"Dracula!"
"Accardo!"
Two shouts, two different names.
Integra couldn't hold back his emotions either.
The reunion came suddenly, breaking through the inner defenses of this powerful woman.
"Ha, I am Dracula now, and I am more comfortable than that Acard."
Dracula turned around and stood in front of Coulson.
Of course there was no reason for his sudden appearance, but it was more important for him to deal with acquaintances now.
"Where have you been!"
Integra shouted loudly, with a hint of hope in his stern tone.
Accardo would not die, she was sure of that.
In other words, the trust in the vampire named Accardo has exceeded all common sense.
Even the despair that this belief evolved into was just the fear that he would never see that vampire again in his lifetime.
Human life is ultimately short.
The love story between an old woman and a vampire boy is not very attractive in writing.
"I have something to do, and the matter between you and me has come to an end. Integra~"
Dracula was already standing behind Integra, speaking to the slender neck.
He looked like he would bite it at any moment.
He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue to trace Integra's neck, but in the end he did not bite hard.
It was daytime now, and he was no longer the servant of the Helsing family.
Some things can no longer be done.
Dracula appeared in the middle, unfurling his cloak.
That look was a bit strange, but if it appeared on the stage, it would look much more normal.
"As for why I appear in this place, that's probably what you should ask, but I don't want to tell you."
Dracula looked at the sun in the sky with a smile on his face.
Smoke billowed out from his skin, but it soon faded away due to his recovery powers.
The feeling of being burned by the sun was a bit strange. He had never experienced bubbles before when he was Accardo.
"What did you do to yourself!?"
Integra asked seriously.
The Accardo she knew would not be burned by the sun. The guy in front of her had changed.
Dracula just smiled and said nothing.
While he was taking a break from working on the Weeping Angels, he hooked up with an interesting guy.
A little bit of intention to cooperate was reached.
This cooperation would not allow him to break his promise to the barbarians, but it was not harmless either.
He stretched out his hand with two rings, one black and one white.
Dracula has seen death!
Death cannot kill him from time, but it can take away some of his ability to move.
For the sake of his own existence and freedom of will, Dracula chose to cooperate.
It's just that this part of the matter cannot be discussed with Integra and those barbarians.
At this time, the Blade Warrior finally got rid of the embarrassment of standing there shaking like Parkinson's, and tremblingly raised the knife in his hand.
Fighting is not a bad thing, and death is not something to regret for him.
In the dark, he had a strange feeling. He would get a lot of benefits by killing Dracula in front of him. At least getting rid of the blood-sucking bastard in his body would not be a problem.
Annihilation observed the battle from higher up.
Somewhat boring.
But this is a way to study your own allies.
The matter of Lord Skyhammer finally attracted his attention, and Annihilation began to pay attention to Diavolo.
This emphasis only appeared when Diavolo refused to hand over a share of destruction to him.
No one will remain pure, and the same goes for Annihilation.
When facing guys who were roughly equal to him, his long-awaited IQ was finally awakened.
"Want to fight me? No, your eyes look like you want to kill me."
Dracula said with a smile, but his body became tense.
He felt some danger from the knife wound in Blade Warrior's hand.
Death could not end his life.
Because he exists above the concept of time.
But destruction can still kill his existence.
Just like Annihilation did when it killed Leoric.
And that knife is a small temptation of Annihilation.
Dracula appears in this place because he found Diavolo!
Because he has no awe, Dracula doesn't have much fear of the Dread Demon.
And if Diavolo can't kill him, then there's nothing worth caring about.
But Diavolo made an offer that he couldn't refuse, and of course he didn't want to refuse.
Haunted to death!
This is what Diavolo wants him to do. No matter what death wants to do, Dracula only needs to try his best to cause chaos.
Annihilation has told Diavolo some situations.
For example, Eternity is now unable to intervene in the battle between them, and there is also the fact that Death is not good at fighting.
All it takes is one unkillable guy to tangle with to make the fight between the Barbarians and the Burning Hells seem equal.
What Diavolo has to pay is to continue the Helsing family and to have a good fighter.
Anyway, Helsing also used vampires as a help in killing monsters before, so it seems that there is no problem with having another demon now.
The demons of the Burning Hell are much easier to use than those weak guys.
"I feel like I could kill you."
Blade's hands finally stopped shaking.
He spoke as if to embolden himself, and the knife in his hand began to spin around him.
"Interesting."
Dracula's hands passed through Blade's chest and grabbed the weird heart.
Vampires and vampires are not the same thing.
And Dracula never considered himself a good person.
With a pop, the heart was completely crushed.
The blade warrior's body fell forward, and the knife in his hand scratched Dracula's cloak.
Colson looked a little ugly as he carried Peggy Carter, who was about to expire.
"Okay, can you send me away first? Mr. Dracula?"
Colson said this, his face already impatient.
Agent Carter is really about to expire. He still wants to see Peggy Carter as a human being, not a transformed demon.
This was something he and Murdoc had discussed.
"You better pray you don't mess with me at some point."
Dracula gritted his teeth and said.
By the way, he stepped on the Blade Warrior.
Dracula is very vindictive and despicable.
Now he is not the Vlad III of Accardo, but a hybrid of a demon and a monster in time.
"That doesn't matter. On the other hand, we can't do anything to you, right? Hurry up, I can't wait any longer!"
Coulson said this and pointed at Integra, who was standing there and ready to charge.
Then this finger said goodbye to him.
"You will always regard me as a nightmare, because any of your actions may offend me, all because of my mood."
Dracula said this.
Then he wrapped Coulson and Peggy Carter in cloaks and disappeared the next moment.
Integra walked to the Blade Warrior who was already lying on the ground, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Maybe she has a way to keep the Blade Warriors alive. After all, the Helsing family's trump card is not just a vampire.
That Frankenstein is also inextricably linked to them.
There seems to be no problem with Blade Warrior's body being used for this surgery, at least it's better than death.
…
The moment Colson left the city, the Kingpin finally calmed down.
His body was covered with wounds caused by heavy hammers and spears. There was a green rope wrapped around his feet, and the other end was connected to Agent Hill.
"Angel, that's bullshit!"
Kingpin hit Anderson on the helmet with a hammer, and then was slapped on the head by Steve with a shield.
What was supposed to be a battle of superb skills turned into an outright brawl, which was particularly ugly.
"Then what are you? A lackey!?"
Anderson's helmet was somewhat deformed, but he still accurately penetrated Jinbin's chest with the spear in his hand.
This is not the first time that effective damage has been caused, but each time the damage is like falling on an inanimate guy.
"I am who I am!"
Kingpin roared, turning his hammer and knocking back Rumlow who had just rushed up.
His body was shaken violently, and it was obvious that he did not feel well after this collision.
"What is your purpose! There is no need to come to this place to cause trouble in Xunsi. There is only one possibility for you to come here, and that is to be put on the operating table and studied!"
Agent Hill began her characteristic speech.
Intimidation and other things are sometimes useful.
Especially for a guy like Kingpin, his huge family fortune makes him seem to have no choice.
If SHIELD wants to trip up someone, there are many ways to do it.
The institution that inherited Nick Fury's black heart will not make things easy for Kingpin.
Hill still has a hard time understanding why Kingpin was so crazy that he dared to cause trouble in S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Ahem! I think I need a doctor to at least stop the bleeding for me first."
Constantine said while smoking the cigarette he took out of Nick Fury's drawer, and faced Melinda who looked very ugly in front of him.
"As for the Lord Sky Hammer, I think there is almost no problem."
Constantine held the cigarette in his hand and pointed to the dining place not far away that was most suitable for observation.
Auriel and Imprius are still there.
And Constantine happened to remember the existence of these two people.
Especially the power of hope remains fresh in his memory.
"Do you understand?"
Imprius said while chewing a hot dog and pointed at Kingpin.
The aura of Diavolo on that guy was so obvious that there was no need to hide it.
The long battle has exposed his true identity.
"And death and life."
Auriel touched her belly with a thoughtful look on her face.
The power of death is not a good thing, and even Diavolo's favorite demonic minions are not immune to its effects.
There was something strange about the Kingpin.
"Then let these guys finish it first, we have to do something."
Inprius clapped his hands and stood up, walking towards the center of the battle.
Solarion appeared in his hands, and the temperature reached a point where the people present could not bear it in an instant.
Those paper documents started burning in an instant.
"Hey! Hey! I need healing! Archangel!"
Constantine waved his one arm and shouted towards Imperius.
The wound on the broken arm began to bleed again, with some pus.
Obviously the white blood cells in his body have made a tragic enough sacrifice.
And this guy is still watching the battle scene, quite willing to watch the fun and risk his life.
"There is no Archangel here, only Imprius and Auriel, and Imprius is not good at healing~"
Inprius stood unsteadily in front of Kingpin and pushed aside Rumlow, who had just rushed up again.
Mocott's soul has been felt by him. Due to his previous experience of being beaten violently, he doesn't have a good attitude towards Rumlow.
This is just anger, because the Prius has no intention of hiding it.
Solarion was gently lifted up, and the flaming tip pointed at Kingpin's chest.
"Now, tell me what you know? I'm a little curious."
The heat from Solarion was enough to give a free perm, and both Constantine and Rumlow's hair began to curl up.
Anderson doesn't have to worry about being hurt by the power of courage, while Kingpin himself is bald and can only see some sweat.
"Roar!"
A sound that didn't sound like a human voice came from Jin Bing's mouth, and his body expanded little by little.
The markings that could still be regarded as having a bit of a sacred aura were shattered in an instant.
As Lord Skyhammer's subordinate, he can still be considered to be somewhat related to "god".
But now, this guy has become a member of the devil.
Especially after Diavolo personally manipulated it, this was a complete tragedy.
"An unlucky person who has been plotted against can be saved even if he retains some humanity."
Auriel also stood up, but she was walking in the direction of leaving here.
Now it's time to find an angel, Angel Dawson, there's no point in making her a saint again.
But being an angel might interest her.
High-level heaven must add some manpower.
Auriel thought like this, not knowing what Israel had done.
With a smile on his face.
From time to time, his eyes glanced at a maternal and child products store opposite the SHIELD building.
Being a mother?
This was a novel experience. For Auriel, this experience gave her a different understanding of hope.
No matter how many times I watch mothers and children, it’s always a bit shallow if you don’t experience it yourself.
The Kingpin began to transform into a demon, and there was no need to continue observing.
Anderson failed to bring some courage to Kingpin, and Kingpin was not worth Oriel's effort.
The whole thing is simply that.
Archangels may be merciful when needed, but humans can be selfish and this is understandable.
As an expectant mother, Oriel needs to think more about her children.
"What follows is a grand miracle, everyone, don't blink!"
Constantine smiled hideously with his white teeth exposed.
Although he smoked a lot, his teeth were very white.
Come to think of it, either he followed the doctor's orders and had his teeth cleaned on time.
Or there is the corresponding magic that can do this.
The wound on his broken arm began to scab, but his expression remained unchanged.
Melinda looked a little nervous.
After running into trouble before resigning, Melinda realizes her civilian career is pretty much over. ,
Resigning is also unlikely.
Without Nick Fury, the consequences of leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. without authorization are somewhat troublesome.
The current situation is better than taking a vacation.
"ha!"
Rumlow shouted loudly, and the hammer in his hand turned into the hammer of the ancestors again!
And Mocott's figure appeared behind Rumlow with a look of displeasure.
The soul of the ancestor raised the huge hammer, and then smashed it down with Imprius and the Kingpin.
Whether it's a demon or an Iprius, he wants to beat him.
And this is no longer such a big burden for Rumlow.
If you get some benefits, then you should bear the corresponding responsibilities!
Such as some sudden ideas of ancestors.
Fighting is better than suddenly craving for meat.
In other words, Mocott is the type with relatively few desires and requirements.
"Die!"
Mocott let out a war cry that penetrated deep into his soul!
The merciless hammer of ancestors falls again!
But he was blocked by Inprius holding a spear with one hand!
"Be careful, Mocott."
Imprius said this before using Solarion to pass through Kingpin's chest.
"This is just a messenger who brought Diavolo's letter of challenge.
As for Lord Sky Hammer, it seems to be of no use to Diavolo. "
Inprius said as he drew out his spear.
He raised his eyes and looked at Constantine with amusement.
It's fun to have a mental battle with humans.
Imprius wanted to know what else Constantine could come up with to impress him.
If he grew an arm, Constantine's current performance would not be enough.
