Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Vampires are really something that makes people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts."

Father Alexander Anderson steps out from the halo of the page.

Putting his hands together, he grabbed the pages of the book flying all over the sky and turned them into a bible.

Not so long ago, Mephisto and Constantine were gone, and now he appeared in the dirty sewer again.

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

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

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

Faith appeased him from the justice born of killing, so that he never went astray.

Although in addition to ghosts and monsters, he also hates heretics. 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 daywalker is being hunted down by vampires. This time it's not the blood-sucking offal, but the one we're paying attention to."

"Leave first, I will take care of the situation here."

Anderson nodded with a smile. He is always merciful to the believers of the Lord.

He had heard the name of the day walker, and although he admired what the half-human did, he still couldn't like the half-blood-sucking bastard.

After the clergy resigned, only Anderson was left standing where he was.

"Killer", "Decapitated Detective", "Reborn", "Angel Dust", "Father Gunsword".

These are the nicknames of Alexander Anderson. He always kills all enemies with a bayonet. He is the trump card of the so-called Thirteenth Section of the Vatican.

Fighting the enemy full-time is the task of Section 13.

The number who is labeled as a traitor has done something that violates God's love for all human beings regardless of good or evil.

They are "traitors" who stood under the banner of God and went against God's will to clean up the sins.

Everything against the will of God is a "traitor", but Section Thirteen never regrets it. They are the sharp knives of the church, fighting against 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 that he would rather go to hell and continue to fight with those demons after he died, until all the demons were killed.

Whether it is the blood-sucking bastards represented by the Daywalker Blade Warrior, or the blood clan legend that started in Akkad, for Alexander Anderson, they are enemies that must be resolved. 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 Yang Valentine behind him made him unable to think of any good solution.

All the blade warrior's attacks had no obvious effect on that guy, neither the concentrated garlic juice nor the anticoagulant could make that guy show even a little bit of interference with his actions.

He even began to wonder if what he was facing was a vampire. In the previous confrontation, the silver blade did not have any immediate effect, but left a wound like an ordinary knife.

And that guy doesn't seem to have the unreasonable recovery ability of a vampire.

But now he can only flee quickly, trying his best to save his life.

"The devil, after all, is not worthy of feeling the mercy of the Lord, nor 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 bayonet is transformed from the pages of the Bible, and he has as many weapons as there are pages in the Bible.

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

"Amen!"

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

The Bible was scattered into innumerable pages, and the pages were emitting a golden light with a little bit of flame color covering the entire sewer area.

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

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

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

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

Anderson's figure seemed to wobble only a little.

The corner of his mouth grinned in a ferocious arc, his originally benevolent face was more terrifying than a hungry ghost in hell at this moment, and even the clear anger caused Dao Feng to lose consciousness directly.

Four bayonets were inserted into the blade warrior's body at the moment when the two intersected, and a huge cross scar was left on his chest.

The blade warrior's wrists and soles of both feet were pierced by bayonets, and the flames on the bayonets were burning fiercely, making the sound of crackling and roasting meat.

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

The cross pendant hanging on Father Anderson's chest was shaking from side to side.

The body is still in the posture before the attack, as if it has not moved at all.

"Devil, die!"

Anderson's figure walked slowly towards the direction where the blade was running. The bayonets in front of him were placed on both sides of his body, and his hands were slightly raised, ready to fight at any time.

It looks like the clouds are calm and breezy.

The personnel who conducted the vampire investigation before had told him the mission of this trip, to clean up those weird vampires inside.

Protect the human existence and eliminate the enemies of the Church. It has always been his task. This time, if there were no other people in the thirteenth department nearby, it would not be his turn to take the ace himself.

Blade Warrior is not a pure-blooded vampire after all. As a daywalker, he was let go by Anderson because of the human part of his body.

As long as he can withstand the burning flames in his body, then he will be free.

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

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

Anderson's strength has already surpassed the scope of human beings.

Although he was still human, he could no longer measure Father Anderson by human standards.

His devout belief and belief in defeating hungry ghosts even in death made him stronger.

...

"Tony, go to sleep."

Pepo coaxed the drowsy Tony like coaxing a child.

A hand gently stroked Tony's hair, her body exuded the radiance of motherhood, the kind of love that would only be shown when no one was watching, making Pepo look beautiful.

The two of them didn't realize that the place they were in was not their own private space.

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

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

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

Rumlow thought of himself before, and was a little concerned.

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

"Your chance was not given to you by me, it was given to you by Taliq and Mokot. At that time, I really planned to knock you to death."

Bulkelso felt a little sleepy, closed his eyes slightly and spoke 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 finished your redemption, you will no longer bear the blood debt of those victims?"

Bulkeso said without moving, as if he hadn't said anything. It's not that Rumlow didn't think about these things, Rumlow just wanted to hear an answer from Bulkelso.

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

It's like a nail nailed on a piece of wood, even if it is pulled out, it will leave a hole. Sometimes it is done, and there is no excuse and no way to make up for it.

Knowing more about barbarians, he realized that his aura might be uglier than that mean Constantine.

After all, before this, he had never done anything good.

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

"It's just that you don't know what to do, because this world is not your turn to sacrifice, and it doesn't need you to do something for those victims?"

Bulkelso interrupted Rumlow somewhat rudely, and did not give Rumlow time to defend himself.

"That Bucky, he has a little bit of kindness in the corner that has been overwhelmed by crime. He may be more upright and kind than you."

Bulkeso picked up the bottle and took a sip.

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

Bulkasso has always disliked the emptiness of fatalism. If everything is predestined, then everyone will lie on the ground and do nothing well. Let’s see if fate wants everyone to be hungry during this time. die.

"I didn't intend to stop him, and I didn't intend to save him. He was just a stranger full of sins."

"But I can't save him."

Rumlow shook his head.

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

"That was his choice, Rumlow."

Bulkelso glanced at Rumlow.

Would a guy with far more physical fitness than ordinary people die immediately after being hit by a pistol consecutively?

Unless he himself has no will to survive.

"Steve isn't acting right."

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

Pepo was tapping Tony on the back softly, and the disgusting sound of vomit falling inside made Rumlow couldn't help but take a look.

"The rules of death in this world are not firm. It is strange that the soul of death will go to death after going through heaven and hell."

Bulkeso said casually.

The death of this world is like a girl who has existed for countless years but knows nothing about her own rights and responsibilities and power.

She has authority, which is the rule itself, but she never seems to take her authority seriously.

Just exist and let the rules run by themselves.

Childish and simple.

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

Rumlow grinned, thinking he'd thought of a good joke.

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

When Bulkelso made a shot against Nick Fury, he discovered that double.

It's just that the barbarian can hurt the soul so that Bulkelso doesn't care about the double.

It doesn't seem so unusual to be resurrected.

"If that guy comes back to life, you plan to give him a chance too?"

Rumlow smiled.

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

Bulkelso took a deep look at Rumlow in a blink of an eye. The barbarian advocates justice and upholds fairness.

They have never used their strength to plunder good people, and even if they seized the spoils, it was obtained from the enemy.

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

Talik convinced Burkasso not because of the face of his and Mokot's two ancestors. They swore to the holy mountain that they would be at the forefront in the next battle even if their souls were broken and their glory lost.

The Holy Mountain isn't going away, the oath will remain until they're done.

Burkesso didn't understand why Tariq had done this to such an extent, let alone why Mokot would be involved.

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

Regardless of whether it is Luke Cage or Matthew Murdoch, they are kind people in themselves, and the firm justice in them makes them directly recognized by Bull Casso.

After passing the test of the Holy Mountain, they also directly received the teachings of other barbarian ancestors.

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

And Jessica Jones, now she is preparing to pay the price under Orac's hands.

Just like that Bucky, this girl has evils that she doesn't want to be contaminated with.

It's just that no one will seek revenge on her, all the faults are caused by that purple man. And she is a weapon full of evil, but also a victim.

For Jessica Jones in the trial of Olak, the mortality rate was more than 90%. Even if that 10% chance, Bull Casso didn't really want to give her.

A person who would immerse himself in escaping from pain, it would be more comfortable to let her sleep peacefully.

If it weren't for the injury suffered by Jessica, which could barely be regarded as paying some price, Bulkelso would not have given this chance to escape from death.

It just so happens that Olak has wanted an heir for a while, especially since Maddock is always showing off Luke Cage as an idiot.

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

Rumlow is testing the meaning of Bulkelso.

"If he will come here again, I will give him the same chance as Jessica."

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

Tony Stark, a playboy who has completed his revenge.

There is no evil, nor is there no good.

Bulkelso didn't care.

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

Burkasso had to go back to the holy mountain to see if Casillas could be saved.

He didn't know what kind of disobedient disciple Gu Yi said he was.

It's like the ancestors always warned the barbarian recruits not to be too reckless and to proceed with caution, but the recruits would always forget these things.

These guys are also disobedient.

As for Casillas, he couldn't be planning to come up with some boring script where he was exposed to 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 fighting in a team."

Rumlow followed Bulkasso into the portal.

...

Steve is riding a motorcycle, following = behind Coulson who is driving and Hawkeye and Iron Rider who are riding.

You can't expect a veteran who just woke up after fifty years of sleep to know the location of a new base.

Steve hasn't even turned around the city much now.

When Steve went to look for Coulson, he happened to meet Melinda who was planning to take a vacation for a while. He used his personality charm to persuade Melinda to go out with him for an outing.

Then by the way, he ran into Barton 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.

A combat mission, after taking Hawkeye and Melinda, the manpower should be almost ready. Coulson is not a fool, he is always on the field and he is reliable in combat.

"Captain, what is the mission this time?"

Button was sitting on 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, none of those can be multi-functionally modified like arrows.

Hawkeye and the captain haven't met for a long time, and it can't be seen that the captain is not in a good mood now.

Bucky's body has been sent to the laboratory of the Tahiti Project, 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 Coulson were quietly doing what they were doing now.

"Support Howling Commando, Wolf Warrior and Mummy have lost contact at the forward base."

Steve still described the mission objectives.

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

"Captain, there are two people running towards us ahead, and eleven soldiers are behind them."

Coulson reported the unexpected situation ahead.

"One of the two is the legendary killer Night Demon John Witkey. The person next to him looks very similar to him. It is suspected that he is the son of John Witkey."

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

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

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

Although most matters related to killers are handed over to the police, these legendary killers always ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to send staff.

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

Who made the most powerful department in the beautiful country be the tax bureau? Even those bastards who sold fans went to file their taxes immediately after cleaning up their income.

Otherwise, facing the elite tax troops, they will only suffer worse than messing with the police.

Coulson did not say that the soldiers were dressed as if they were products of the Third Reich, which had been destroyed for a long time after all. Moreover, describing the other party's clothing will not affect the combat effectiveness.

The captain and the others can discover this kind of thing when they see each other, and there is no need to say it.

At worst, it's better to find the answer to this question after the battle is over.

John Witkey and Constantine were naturally the ones who ran over in front. The reduction of the team was that Constantine used 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 downsizing, but the effect of the weakening sunlight after the protective suit was blown to pieces.

It was John Wicker who dragged Constantine, who was in a daze, and ran with him.

"Ready to fight."

Steve directly began to give combat orders.

After all, there are basically no idlers on this road, and the gas station I passed just now is the last place to change the road.

Everyone he meets now is basically an enemy. After all, the images of the wolf warrior and the mummy are very distinct. If Coulson sees them, he will definitely not fail to recognize them.

"Get out of the car, use the vehicle as cover, and Patton goes straight to free-firing.

Coles and Melinda hid behind the car first, waiting for the other party to get within striking distance of you. "

Steve parked his motorcycle directly behind the car.

Coulson gritted his teeth and drifted his beloved car "Laura" and then parked in the middle of the road.

The three agents lowered their heads and got out of the car, trying to prevent the other party from seeing their exact numbers.

Although this kind of small method can't have much effect, after all, the number of people will be exposed immediately when the battle is officially launched, but it is good if it can have a little effect.

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

Button was a little hesitant. Before an eleven-member team could get close to them, Button would be able to wipe them all out.

As an elite long-range striker, he has that confidence.

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

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

Steve couldn't figure out why which killer showed up with his "son" in this place, but the soldiers were clearly after them.

Nick Fury did not tell the captain that he was killed by John Witkey's stand-in because of a hit-and-run.

This kind of thing is too weird, and it is not important news.

"OK!"

Barton directly drew an arrow and put it on the bow, ready to fight.

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

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

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

He planned to tell the owner to turn around and run away as soon as he was able to get in the car.

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

It's not that he hasn't seen a vampire before, but it's the first time he's seen this kind of soldier-like vampire with such strong tactical literacy.

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

The blood-sucking bastards he'd dealt with didn't have this level of strength.

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 while hugging the dead body of his pet dog.

The most powerful ability of the night devil is to approach the target without anyone knowing it, and then assassinate at close range.

Speaking of it, it is similar to the fighting style of the Italian legendary killer, both of which are fighting skills that are carried out close to the target.

Concealment and lurking are what they are good at.

But how did he lurk on this wide road, ran to the side of the road and dug a hole to bury himself?

"I advise you not to make such a plan."

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

After going through such a long chase, he was almost at the limit of his body.

Now even Mephisto's avatar can't mobilize the power of hell, and he, a psychic, can't find a demon from hell to beat him up for him.

"Those guys are not human, can't you see it?"

Constantine said lightly.

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

John Wicker hugged the dog's dead body high.

Under the constant running, his pet dog always slipped a little.

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

The vampire Constantine is not new. The last time he saw him, he spent a beautiful night with a beautiful vampire.

Then turned the other party into a beautiful firework, making the night even more beautiful.

Those guys this time were completely different from the ones he had seen before. At least after chasing them for such a long time, the ability to keep a neat and consistent pace was not what those blood-sucking bastards could do.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow flew past Konstantin's ear, making the curious guy turn his head and take a look.

Then he immediately ran with all his strength.

John Witkey accelerated without even turning his head.

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

John Witkey sensed the danger in the dark and accelerated directly.

"Damn, what are those?"

Hawkeye changed a type of arrow from the quiver behind him. According to his experience, neither superpowers nor blood-sucking bastards can be unaffected by head injuries.

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 remain unresponsive with an arrow stuck in his head!"

"Whoosh!"

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

Then those soldiers spread out among themselves, avoiding the shooting of this arrow.

Bows and arrows do possess a penetrating power unmatched by pistols, but their speed in long-distance strikes is indeed not as fast as that of firearms.

The soldiers of the Third Reich found that the other side had to shoot when they saw that ordinary bows and arrows had no effect, so being careful was the right thing to do.

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

These soldiers immediately made a tactical roll along the shock wave of the explosion.

Although this kind of explosion cannot kill them without hitting the body, damage to the protective clothing can.

Now the sun has not set, the sun is still their threat.

"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 better than the elite soldiers Hawkeye has seen, and it is based on the collection of a large number of elite SHIELD troops.

"Are you sure?"

Steve squatted at the driver and asked.

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

Hawkeye said as he let go of the bowstring again.

This time, his arrows scattered during the flight immediately after flying past Constantine and John Wicker, just like the hammer balls used to hit masts in medieval naval battles.

It is not so easy to dodge a large-scale attack.

The moment the arrow scattered, the bow and arrow in Hawkeye's hand shot out again!

This time, the bow and arrow with the sound of breaking through the air was nailed to the chest of a soldier who was caught by the chain. After a burst of explosion, the opponent directly reduced the number of soldiers by three.

In addition to the one that was directly killed by the blast, the other two were the fragments of the blasted arrowheads that cut through the protective clothing on their bodies, and turned into a handful of fly ash in the afterglow of the sun.

"Damn it, they're vampires!"

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

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

Steve gritted his teeth.

"Colson, are your car doors bulletproof?"

Steve asked directly.

"Bulletproof! But disassembly..."

He opened the car door before he finished speaking, shot at the connection, and then smashed the connection between the door and the car body with force.

"Those guys are about to hit the shooting range, we need a striker to attract fire."

Although these guys were unusual vampires, Steve believed that he would not die easily.

He is also a veteran from the battlefield, and even in his memory, he has just finished fighting and has not had much time.

The feeling of combat is still there, and it's extra sharp.

Steve rushed out towards the car door, startling Konstantin.

"Why do you want to fight! Why don't you just run away with us!"

Constantine yelled at Steve as he charged in his direction.

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

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

When the arrow shot by Hawkeye exploded, he found himself in a deep vortex, but he still wanted to run.

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

John Witkey had a completely different idea.

He planned to ask the people over there for weapons when he ran to the back of the car.

If he had a weapon, he would be worthy of those soldiers!

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

Steve rushed past Konstantin and the others with the car door in his hand, and then he was in that posture of pressing forward and sinking his head into the charge.

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

These guys will be wiped out.

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

When they passed each other, Steve made sure that Constantine and Konstantin were not armed.

And they who were hunted down 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 shoots the arrow is Hawkeye Button.

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

The old-fashioned submachine gun also began to swallow flames!

The bullets jingled on the car door, which couldn't stop Steve's charge at all!

The size of this car door is much larger than his shield, and even his legs are protected.

The arrows in Hawkeye's hand also started firing one after another.

This time, there was a jumping electric light on the arrow.

It's not a wise move to use an explosion when Steve is about to engage in a fight.

The shock wave will affect the rhythm of the captain's charge.

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

Even if those guys no longer need a brain to control their bodies, their muscles will contract under electrical stimulation, which can also hinder their movements.

Steve lifted the car door and bumped directly into the soldier closest to him, and then Steve felt a force no less than him coming back from the car door.

Steve made a short body, tilted the car door, and flew the enemy in front of him, just in time for an arrow to hit the soldier's head directly.

Steve tore the protective suit from the soldier directly, and watched the guy turn into fly ash in the sun.

And Constantine and John Witkey finally walked to the back of the car, and Coulson and Melinda pointed two pistols at their heads.

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

Coulson was the first to ask. It was a bit strange that John Witkey appeared in this place.

"Someone killed my dog, and I will let him pay for it. By the way, give me a pistol, and I can be regarded as a combat power."

John Wicker sat on the ground and let out a deep breath.

And Constantine squatted on the ground, looking at Melinda who was pointing a gun at him in front of him, 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 gun barrel 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 feel the aura of some secret organization from the people in front of him.

Just like the "I'm thinking" Rumlow I met before.

Constantine took a deep puff of the cigarette, and most of the cigarette butt burned directly. He took the cigarette butt off and put it on the ground, and stretched out his hand to draw on the ground with ashes.

Although he can't summon demons anymore, a small magic that can tear through those vampire protective suits can still be made.

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

Steve then took the opportunity to quickly deal with the three vampire soldiers closest to him.

At this point there were only four vampire soldiers left.

Constantine's magic circle had been drawn, and a big hand that seemed to be made of smoke appeared beside Steve, pushing a vampire soldier who had just regained his mobility to the ground.

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

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

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

"I really don't like using magic if I don't have to."

Konstantin stuffed the remaining bit of cigarette back into his mouth and took a drag.

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

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

"It seems that your relationship with him is not very good."

Constantine smiled.

After Coulson learned of Rumlow's deeds, although he thanked this brave guy, he also had a huge dislike for Rumlow.

There are not a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents killed by Rumlow himself, and a large number are receiving treatment in the hospital.

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

"How on earth are these vampires formed?"

Coulson asked directly about the business.

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

Except for the one controlled by Steve, all the soldiers of the Third Reich were wiped out.

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

In the end, no further news was received.

Although knowing that Hydra has this kind of vampire soldier is a good thing, Steve still feels uneasy.

After all, the Hydra guy he came into contact with recently did not look loyal to the Third Reich.

Even the Red Skull back then 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 dead dog by the side of the car, so I went over and asked."

Constantine didn't tell Coulson about Mephisto.

Perhaps this is Constantine's tenderness to ordinary people. He doesn't want too many people to be involved in the vortex he is in.

For ordinary people, the mysterious realm is more dangerous than those vampires.

After all, things like vampires can still be explained scientifically, such as mutations and the like. But demons are a completely mystical realm.

Not every agent can solve problems by relying on "thinking about me" like that Rumlow.

The 4D chapter, send it directly!

Ask for a ticket, ask for a subscription!

I don't believe that Dazhang's subscription is so much worse than Xiaozhang's!

If the subscription to the big chapter is not ideal, I will probably restore a lot of small chapters...