Chapter 611 The Reaction of All Parties

"Your rigid way of thinking just makes me want to laugh!" Hellstorm stood up and said imposingly.

The old vampire understood the principle of being able to bend and stretch. Seeing Hellstorm stand up, he lowered his head by two points: "We are willing to provide 3,000 elite soldiers to join the army of hell to attack heaven."

"Hmph, too little!"

"Five thousand."

"Do you think I'm one of those idiots whose heads were burned by the flames of hell?"

"Eight thousand warriors, there is no new generation, they are all elites over five hundred years old."

Hellstorm thought for a while: "Each of the thirteen families will send a thousand warriors, and I want your blood family to send two hundred mages to participate in the war."

The old vampire was surprised at first, then angry: "Impossible! We don't have that many warriors! We don't have that many mages! Even if you count me, it's not enough to make up the number you said!"

After some bargaining, the number of warriors dispatched by the blood clan remained unchanged. It was still a thousand warriors from a family of thirteen families, but the mages were basically the leaders of each family. Hellstorm knew that they could not force too much, and in the end they only talked about fifty. quantity.

Seeing the hell demon and the vampire coming together completely through the Cauldron of Everything, Bella's mood did not fluctuate. It was expected and reasonable.

This Hellstorm seems to her to be quite powerful, and the essence of power is similar to that of the Son of Satan that she killed in the White House before, and it should also be the son of Satan.

The systems are not completely matched, and a simple observation cannot measure each other's combat power, but Bella believes that her strength is superior to that of the other.

She observed for a long time, but Hellstorm didn't respond. The other party's mental power must be weaker than Fallen King Kong, and the physical situation is not easy to estimate.

"Alas." She sighed, the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind was blowing, she wanted to stay out of the matter, but one or two of these guys were forcing her to stand in line.

"Activate the last five thousand cyborg soldiers, start loading combat skills now, and wait for my order. Also tell Starscream, I want the leopard to be ready for battle."

As her orders were issued, in addition to the frontal attacking biochemical soldiers, the Continental Hotel, which had been cultivating for several years in New York, also launched a huge network of killers.

Many assassins and killers who had no knowledge of the inside story were entrusted to go to a certain place to kill so-and-so, and the vampires who were left alone in charge of information transmission were killed one after another.

The Continental Hotel's network consists of countless elite killers. They quickly travel through the streets, hunting down targets, uploading evidence, and receiving rewards.

......

The billionaire who had reminded Bella before, Nathan Ingram and his friend Harold Finch stared at the computer monitor in horror.

Thirty minutes ago, when Bella gave the general attack order, the artificial intelligence they named "machine" started spewing out the victim's social security number like crazy.

In less than ten minutes, they received more than 500 death notices. According to the calculation of the "machine", these people were all in danger. In the next twenty minutes, the "machine" did not die for a second. After a pause, more than 5,000 numbers appeared, and then there were a lot of people with no social security numbers and only blurred avatars. The last photos that appeared were only piles of question marks.

"What does this mean?" Nathan Ingram was also a computer expert at the beginning, but after taking charge of the company's operations, his ability deteriorated severely, so he could only ask his friends at this time.

Harold Finch, whose hairline was a little high and his eyes bulged like goldfish, didn't answer right away. He kept checking several core algorithms in the "machine", then tapped his forehead lightly, and finally looked at it. to friends.

"...I think, I think it's these people who are in danger."

"What? Are so many people in danger?!" Nathan Ingram is a bit of a superhero. He likes to help others, but this middle-aged man is also stunned.

He pointed to a photo on the computer screen. The "machine" didn't provide much information about the person. There was only a blurred profile face. The surrounding light was dim. It looked like it was night. From the face, it should be an old man. information is unknown.

"This man has no social security, no driver's license, and nothing to prove his identity. How do I find him? And..." He asked in disbelief: "Why all of a sudden so many pop up? Numbers? Are these anonymous people living in New York? What does that prove?"

Harold Finch stared at him and said word by word: "This proves that New York tonight will be very dangerous, and many people will die tonight, many, many..."

At the same time, in Kansas, the central state of the United States, the Wen brothers, who have been busy fighting demons and exorcising demons, also encountered a group of vampires. They even obtained a revolver in the hands of the vampires that was said to be able to directly kill demons.

The older brother Dean Winchester was highly motivated and carefully wiped the revolver. The younger brother Sam Winchester also had a determined face. They would use this gun to avenge their mother and completely kill the demon Azazel from hell. .

The brothers quickly drove away from the town, unaware that a "person" was watching them from the top of the mountain in the distance.

The angel Cassidio, whom Bella judged as childish, changed his body again. At this time, he had the appearance of a young man with bright eyes, a thick stubble on his chin, and a long beige trench coat.

He watched the Wen family brothers leave the town with a blank expression, as if he had been thinking about something, until there was a wave of space teleportation beside him, and he turned his head to look.

The Seraphim, with the appearance of a middle-aged bald man, Zacharias followed his gaze and looked into the distance, the corners of his mouth hung with the same playfulness as always.

"Why do that?" Cassidio asked.

Zechariah looked calm: "Why? Why? You are always like this, no wonder that human woman, um... looks like a demigod now, no wonder that guy keeps saying you are naive."

Zechariah looked at himself, a subordinate who always likes to ask "why": "Remember, our mission is to achieve the ultimate victory, and we also need allies. Since human beings have been unable to make up their minds, we are secretly pushing a handful."

Bald Tian said in a tone of admiration: "How poetic the human meteorologist is! The butterflies in Brazil flap their wings gently, and in a month, there will be a hurricane in Texas!"

He pointed to the Wen brothers who had left far away: "Their flapping wings have already created a hurricane in New York, and I just gave a revolver to kill the devil, hehehe-"

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