Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Hello, this is a private area, please return."

The gatekeepers of the Haixin agency have been replaced, and those members who died before have been properly placed.

These soldiers are now on secondment from the M11.

Although these are not the main fighters in M11, even if they are just some reserve teams, they are still competent as security guards.

So when facing Casillas, he dutifully fulfilled his duties and stopped Casillas.

"I'm here to find someone. Please inform Rumlow for me. If he's not here, you can also inform Matthew."

Casillas has regained some sense of normalcy, at least now he is not like a dumb puppet.

Canuck's thought correction seems to be a little too hard.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The guard called the communication room, and Casillas was ushered in after only a short wait.

The guard sent him directly to Matthew, and then left.

Casillas directly told Matthew about some situations on the holy mountain.

And, he's here to help.

He didn't know exactly what to help, anyway, it was nothing more than killing people, what difficult things could a group of barbarians have to do?

Is it possible to do scientific research?

At this moment, two uninvited guests came to Hai Xin's gate, and the conversation that happened before came again.

Because the guards had changed, they didn't know who Constantine was.

Constantine looks like a man, but he just doesn't do what a man should do.

He basically did all the things that he could and couldn't do.

The guards are still fulfilling their tasks with all their heart, blocking these unknown visitors.

"I think you can contact your superiors. I am not a suspicious person, and the priest next to me is Father Anderson from the church. He has a license to practice. He has no shortcomings except not paying taxes."

Constantine was a little worried that Anderson would take out his bayonet and rush in. Anderson didn't like Heising very much.

Especially after seeing Akador last time, his killing intent has become a bit uncontrollable.

So Konstantin went straight to the introduction.

"Sure enough, only Hai Xin, an institution that uses the power of vampires, can accommodate existences like demons..."

Father Anderson had already begun to murmur. When this guy faced people in the "enemy" category, he was even crazier than Constantine.

Fortunately, he didn't pay attention to the part about "paying taxes". The church actually pays taxes, but the thirteenth department where Father Anderson works doesn't do this kind of thing.

It is not normal for agents of God's punishment to go out with tax returns, especially since their identities have to be kept secret.

If the tax is paid in the name of an individual, then what kind of identity is hidden.

"Let them in."

Integula just walked to the other side of the gate. She was wearing a sword practice costume. She originally planned to relax a little after the practice.

After all, having an extra blood queen in one's family would still bring a lot of pressure, and the scenery in Haixin's manor was pretty good.

As a twenty-three-year-old young woman, Integula would also relax her nerves.

Exercising, relaxing, and then dealing with work is her recent life rhythm.

Just when she came here, she saw the figures of Constantine and Father Anderson, and simply ordered the guard to open the door.

"This time is an exception..."

Anderson muttered something in a low voice, then dragged Constantine's windbreaker collar and walked in.

He has no respect for Integra.

Those words were for himself. After all, the church did not ask him to go to Haixin to fight Akado, and specifically told him not to conflict with Haixin.

"This is Father Anderson, he is here to see Niwei."

Constantine was pulled by the collar, and his whole body leaned forward in the direction of Father Anderson.

But he did not forget to introduce his companions to Integu.

"I know him. I hope Father Anderson can restrain himself a little bit. If you want to know the specifics, come to my office after you have met Niwei."

Integula nodded, she herself has an attitude of appreciation for Constantine.

After all, she is also a person who has experienced despair, so she has a somewhat favorable impression of Constantine, a "hero" who is on the verge of danger.

But she didn't plan to work with Constantine, after all, no one who knew Constantine would make such a choice.

Perhaps becoming a hero is what many people yearn for, but no one wants to be a victim in the face of danger.

There is no praise for dead heroes.

"Niwei is in the innermost room on the third floor. If you need anything, you can go in and ask Walter."

Integula walked to the side building without looking back. She had to tidy up her manners so as not to lose her proper dignity.

"Integula, don't let me find out that Haixin has done something that shouldn't be done, the power of the church is gathering."

Anderson didn't mind divulging so much information about the church.

The armed forces belonging to the church around the world have already started to act, and he has no intention of hiding it, after all, this is not something that can be hidden.

At least S.H.I.E.L.D. has discovered this a long time ago, and the transfer of normal people can't be hidden from the eyes of the agents.

"cut."

Integula made a disdainful voice, and then left directly.

Akado, who was drinking silently in the basement, raised his head with some amusement.

Anderson's appearance could not hide from his perception.

"Rumlow, you seem to like staying with me?"

Akado shook his wine glass casually and said to Rumlow who was sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him.

"I just want to feel your breath, so that I can function normally when I need to kill you."

Rumlow was holding a bottle of gin in his hand and pouring it into his mouth, which was specially purchased by Haixin for them.

After all, these savages are basically alcoholics, and I have to say that the education method on the holy mountain is obviously a bit wrong.

"Oh? Then I really look forward to it. The Matthew at that time should be stronger than you, right?"

Akado hid his eyes behind the sunglasses and looked at Rumlow in front of him, then put the wine glass in his hand on the small table.

"At the moment yes, but I'll be stronger than him soon."

Rumlow took a sip of his wine and continued to look at Akado in front of him.

He doesn't mind admitting that he is weaker than Matthew now, there is nothing to hide, and strength is not something that can be changed by bragging.

"How much do you know about Hydra?"

After all, Rumlow didn't hold back the question and asked directly.

After becoming a good barbarian, his patience has not been as good as it used to be.

If this had happened when he was still an agent, he would have found some words to pave the way for future questions.

"Are you asking me this? Then you might as well ask Captain America who was on the phone on the top of the building. He was facing the Red Skull back then."

Akado grinned, his affection for powerful humans is indeed a bit weird.

"Only humans can defeat monsters" he always said.

He hopes that someone can be like Van Helsing back then.

Perhaps this vampire has always hoped that he can end in the hands of humans, but he will not directly use the method of death to achieve his long-cherished wish.

"He may not know as much as you. After all, you have been alive all these years."

Rumlow put the empty wine bottle beside him and said casually.

Steve hasn't been awake for a long time, and he may not know as much as Rumlow.

"Akado!"

Father Anderson's furious roar came from outside the basement door. The burly priest kicked open the basement door and dragged Constantine down immediately.

"I said, can you let go of my collar when going down the stairs? I don't need this kind of help. After all, I'm very healthy now and don't need a moped."

Constantine's heel slammed on the steps, and just by the sound, he knew that he was not feeling well now.

It was difficult for him to walk normally even when he was being pulled by the collar.

"I wonder if this is Constantine?"

Rumlow said curiously, a simple sentence gave Constantine a huge psychological blow.

Just a sentence of "I'm thinking about it" broke through his solid inner defense.

"Stop saying those three words!"

Constantine slid himself out of the windbreaker like a fish, and rushed to Rumlow in a few steps, roaring loudly.

"What?"

Rumlow looked at Constantine with some playfulness, and helped him straighten his messy shirt collar, and then left the basement directly.

"Akado, I'll come back to chat with you later, I have a big account to settle with Hydra."

Rumlow left without looking back.

Ridiculous Constantine is his sudden evil taste.

Akado was left to look at Father Anderson, who had already rushed in front of him, with interest, with a smile still on his face.

"Anderson, what do you want?"

"I'm here to ask you about Niwei. Of course, it would be nice if I could kill you before that."

Anderson gritted his teeth, and the bible in his hand turned into a few bayonets between his fingers.

"That's really good, but I probably don't have time to fight with you right now. It's better for you to complete the church's mission first. After all, you are a 'priest' and must obey the church's arrangements."

There was some sarcasm in Akado's words, he took off his glasses and wiped them in his hands.

Talking to Anderson face to face fogged up his glasses.

This kind of heat from life made Akado miss it a little, but it also made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Are you underestimating me?"

A cold light flashed on Anderson's glasses, and the bayonet in his right hand turned back to the page of a book, but an old fist hit Akado directly in the face.

"I'm just telling you a fact."

Akado fell down with his strength, but the next moment there was only one chair left on the ground who fell down.

Akado's fist hit Anderson's nose heavily in return, and the round eye was shattered in an instant.

Father Anderson also fell out directly under the huge force.

Constantine walked carefully to Anderson who was lying on the ground, took his windbreaker from Anderson's hand, and put it on slowly.

"Okay, your communication should be over, it's time for us to talk to Niwei."

Constantine said meanly.

Anderson stood up sideways, then picked up the broken glasses from the ground without saying a word and hung them on the bridge of his nose again.

"Next time, next time! I will kill you once and for all!"

Hot air spewed from Anderson's mouth and nose, and bursts of halos retracted and retracted on his body. This time, there were some changes on Akado's face.

"Maybe you can really do it, but you'd better not come alone."

Akado's voice was barely audible.

He thought of the time when Van Helsing led a few strong men who were also at the pinnacle of humanity to nail him into the coffin, and he missed the feeling of relief.

Van Helsing, as the founder of the Helsing organization, his life is not long.

Although as a human being, at that time Van Helsing could vaguely see this kind of light.

It's just that the light on Van Helsing's body is not very obvious, but that sacred aura is somewhat similar to that of Anderson right now.

"Look forward to the time when we are enemies, when you will end your meaningless existence in my hands!"

Anderson took a deep look at Akado, and then walked to the entrance of the basement alone.

"Why, you plan to talk to me too."

Akado's body appeared in the original position with a flash of blood, and he sat calmly on the chair, holding up the wine glass and shaking it carefully.

Constantine did not see how Akado raised the chair at all, but he himself would not delve into such insignificant details.

After all, he doesn't need to face the monster Akado. Of course, he also has some small means to deal with the threat, but it will cost him another teammate.

...

"You mean we can't do anything right now?"

Casillas slapped the table and shouted at Matthew, he finally came down from the holy mountain of Harrogas not to live a leisurely life.

Now his desire for power may be stronger than Matthew's. After all, his goal is to stand in front of his teacher and prove that he no longer needs to plot those powers.

"That's not true. You can go and see if the blade side needs your help. He came back last night with injuries all over his body. Fortunately, Haixin has enough blood bags here. I should say that he really deserves to be a professional." A vampire breeding facility?"

Matthew said casually, and then nodded towards Silas who was a little shy standing in the corner.

Casillas was also distracted by Matthew's movements, and only then did he notice the aura that was somewhat different from that of humans on Silas' body.

"You mean that little girl is also a vampire?"

Casillas rubbed his chin and glanced at Silas, but saw nothing.

Silas hadn't sucked blood even once after becoming a vampire, and now she still has more than half of the human breath remaining on her body.

"Yes, I am a vampire too"

Silas smiled when he heard the words, and nodded his head, revealing the shining little tiger teeth.

"I thought vampires would, what should I say? They'd be scarier, like the ones in New York with the hideous mouthparts."

Casillas felt a little uncomfortable. He had seen those bastards who claimed to be vampires, so he thought that real vampires should be the kind that scare people to death.

He thought that Silas standing over there was just a staff member of Hexin, and he didn't think about vampires at all.

It's also because the aura on Silas' body is too harmless, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the kind possessed by a simple girl.

"If you want to see horror, you can go to the basement."

Matthew picked up the mace at his waist and said casually while wiping it.

At that time, the aura of Akado was still imprinted in his heart after he was freed from the bondage. Although he couldn't see Akado's appearance at that time, it was enough to satisfy Casillas' imagination of vampires.

"Come on, won't I see a gentleman in a tuxedo if I go to the basement?"

Casillas continued to look at Silas standing in the corner, and said in a suspicious tone.

"Then you may have met Hai Xin's housekeeper."

Matthew said without raising his head.

"Gentlemen, is there anything I can do now?"

Walter appeared directly in this small conference room as soon as Matthew's voice fell. Although he didn't like the people from S.H.I.E.L.D., he was still impeccable in terms of etiquette.

Old-fashioned Britons have always had a preternatural obsession with manners.

As for why it appeared here just right, it was because Matthew pressed the bell to call for service after seeing Casillas.

The overall structure of Haixin is not bloated, so most of the time Walter handles the affairs himself.

"Hello, Mr. Walter, we have another companion, and I have to trouble you to prepare a new room as a residence."

Matthew may have been affected by Walter's performance. He even hung the mace back on his waist before talking slowly to Walter.

It's just that the British accent is somewhat nondescript.

"Sir, as you wish, can the residence be next door to yours?"

Walter asked habitually, and did not take the next step until he saw Matthew nodding.

He gave Silas a wink before leaving, and then left the conference room to make arrangements for accommodation.

"So what are you going to do now?"

Matthew picked up the coffee on the table and sipped it.

"Plan? By the way, I have to find Rumlow, the ancestor of Tariq has something to do with him."

Casillas was a little upset seeing Matthew drinking his coffee slowly, so he took out a piece of black bread and crunched it.

"Why are you still eating black bread in the holy mountain you left? Are you trying to bite off two pieces of black bread with your gums in an instant for the next challenge?"

Rumlow just pushed open the door of the meeting room and walked in, looking at Casillas with a disgusted expression.

Matthew pushed the exquisite pastry in front of Casillas towards Casillas, and took a newspaper to cover his face.

Although he couldn't see his expression, Casillas felt that he must be laughing.

After all, the newspapers were shaking and rattling.

Standing on the side with nothing to do, Silas was thinking about what it would be like to bite off two pieces of black bread with his gums. At this time, his brain was immersed in fantasy, and his expression was a little dull.

"Did Patriarch Tariq say when he wants me to go back?"

Rumlow ignored Casillas who was gnashing his teeth, opened the chair and sat down directly, then put his feet directly on the table, and swayed against the chair.

"No!"

Casillas wanted to say "immediately" at that moment, but after being educated by Canuck, he spoke faster than thinking.

This has become a habit. After all, after thinking for a while before answering, Kanuck will give him an uppercut on the grounds that "this is not the first thought in your heart".

He can no longer tell lies and keep silent.

Matthew trembled even more at this time, and a crack was torn out of the newspaper that blocked his expression.

"Pfft~"

"what are you laughing at!"

Casillas slapped the table vigorously, yelling at Silas with a distorted face.

"Nothing~"

Silas turned his head and whispered.

The newspaper in Matthew's hand completely turned into two parts.

Rumlow clasped his hands behind his head and said as if daydreaming:

"Then it's not an important matter. I'll go back later in the evening. I might have time to go around the secret realm."

Rumlow's words interrupted Casillas' expression.

"Well, how did you bite off the black bread with your gums?"

Silas asked quietly, she was too curious about it.

During these days, she always listened to the conversation between Rumlow and the others, and she also knew about the black bread that could kill people.

Even Matthew took out a sample to let her experience the hardness once.

"I am XXXX!"

Just before Casillas's hand hit the table, Rumlow blocked it with his foot.

Casillas' hand was strong enough to send the table downstairs. In order to avoid any trouble, Rumlow chose to block it.

But this still made the chair under Rumlow useless.

"You pay for this chair yourself."

Rumlow changed his position and continued to speak in that street manner.

"Pfft~"

"What are you laughing about!"

Casillas felt that he was about to comprehend the talent of mad battle and rage, his whole face was flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Sorry, I'm still curious."

Silas turned around and faced the corner trying to suppress a smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"Casillas, what do you think will happen to you if I tell the Canuck ancestors about this?"

"It will be used to demonstrate that the gums bite off black bread!"

Casillas couldn't restrain his newly formed instinct, and directly yelled out the result he would face.

He still used that angry tone.

By the time his brain realized what he had said, Silas's laughter was completely out of control.

"I think S.H.I.E.L.D. should send all the agents to be interrogated to educate the ancestors of Canuck. In this case, no one should be able to keep a secret. This is simply better than Veritaserum."

Rumlow looked up at Iker Casillas whose entire face was starting to turn purple and said something.

"If this is really done, then these agents will also be abolished."

Matthew thought about how the latent agent was being questioned.

"Where are you from? Why did you join us?" the leader of the criminal organization asked.

"S.H.I.E.L.D., to investigate your criminal records." The interrogated agent replied without thinking.

"Bang!" A corpse on the ground, and the leader spit thick phlegm on the corpse with a disdainful expression like seeing a ghost.

"Are all the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. at this level? How did they become secret agents and not be taken away?" The leader turned around with disdain for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Matthew shook his head and threw out the picture in his mind, then took another sip of coffee.

"Why don't you drink anymore?"

Rumlow took out a bottle of wine, but Casillas snatched it before he could uncork it.

Then Casillas directly bit the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

"Is this the bite force of a person who can bite through black bread with his gums!"

Silas just suppressed his smile and turned around when he saw this scene.

"Puff! Crack! I'm XXXXX!"

Casillas sprayed the wine on the ground before he swallowed it, and the bottle in his hand was directly crushed.

Matthew threw aside the two pieces of newspaper in his hand, and pressed Casillas to the ground with a flying body, his arms wrapped tightly around Casillas' neck like a boa constrictor.

"Matthew, you've been strangling me! I'm XXXXX today!"

Rumlow on one side rolled his eyes and stood up, took out the two-handed sledgehammer that was bigger than a human from his backpack and pointed it at Casillas on the ground.

"Cassilias, are you sure you want to make trouble here?"

Rumlow gestured at the angle of the giant hammer in his hand, and said in a mocking tone.

"Rumlow, be careful not to hit me."

Matthew's arms naturally turned into a naked twist, sending Casillas' head out.

Of course, he didn't intend to knock Casillas unconscious, so there was still a gap in his arm.

"Which side are you on!"

Casillas shouted hoarsely, but he was no match for Matthew in terms of pure strength.

The whole person twists and turns like a bug.

"We are on the side of justice."

Matthew whispered into Casillas' ear.

Rumlow shook his head, took out another bottle of spirits from his backpack and placed it beside Casillas.

"Okay, the joke is over, let's talk about the business now. The details of those vampires have been found out."

Rumlow put away his weapon and sat upright at the table, posing in the posture that Nick Fury often maintains.

I have to say that the hands are placed in front of the jaw, which looks really intimidating, as long as the appearance is not so harmless to humans and animals.

"XXX!"

Casillas broke away from Matthew's control and cursed angrily.

Then he picked up the wine bottle and restrainedly opened the cork in a normal way, stuffed it into his mouth and drank it vigorously.

"Where are those guys?"

Matthew slowly patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and said while arranging his clothes.

"On the way to London, who knows when it will arrive."

Rumlow shook his hands and said, he heard the news from Steve, and now Steve is still upstairs talking to Nick Fury.

"Don't tell me the specific target, just tell me who to kill!"

Casillas slapped the empty wine bottle on the table and yelled.

ok, here comes the promised 4D update!