$160 The Captain Met a Familiar Enemy (10,000-Word Chapter, Please Subscribe!)

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

Father Alexander Anderson walked out of the halo of the pages.

With his hands clasped together, he caught the flying pages in his hands and turned them into a Bible.

Not long ago, he said goodbye to Mephisto and Constantine, and now he appeared in the dirty sewer again.

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

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

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

Faith comforted his justice born from killing, so that he never went astray.

Although in addition to ghosts and monsters, he also hated pagans. But after all, he would be more tolerant when facing humans.

The eye swelling on his face reflected the light, making him look much softer.

"Father Anderson, the Daywalker is being hunted by vampires. This time, it's not the blood-sucking bastards, but the kind we are paying attention to."

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

Anderson smiled and nodded. He always looked merciful to the Lord's believers.

He had heard the name of the Daywalker. Although he admired the half-human's deeds, he still couldn't like the half-blood-sucking bastard.

After the clergy left, only Anderson was left standing there.

"Killer", "Beheading Detective", "Regenerator", "Angel Dust", "Father Gunsword".

These are Alexander Anderson's nicknames. He always kills all enemies with a bayonet. He is the so-called ace of the 13th Department of the Vatican.

Fighting with the enemy full-time is the mission of the 13th Department.

The figures named as traitors have violated God's love for all mankind regardless of good or evil.

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

Everything that goes against God's will is "traitor", but the Thirteenth Section will never regret it. They are the sharp knife of the church, and they fight against all enemies.

Compared with those mysterious divine arts, Father Anderson is better at bringing death to those enemies with his own hands.

He even thought that after his death, he would go to hell to continue fighting with those demons until all the demons were killed.

Whether it is the blood-sucking scum represented by the Daywalker Blade Warrior or the blood clan legend that started in Akkad, for Alexander Anderson, they are all enemies that must be solved. He has no mercy for these guys.

At this moment, not far from the direction he was facing, the Blade Warrior was running fast, and Yang Valentine behind him had made him unable to think of any good way.

All the attacks of the Blade Warrior had no obvious effect on that guy. Neither the concentrated garlic juice nor the anticoagulant could make that guy show any signs of interference with his actions.

He even began to doubt whether he was facing a vampire. In the previous fight, the silver blade did not have any immediate effect, but just left a wound like an ordinary knife.

And that guy did not seem to have the extraordinary recovery ability of a vampire.

But now he could only flee quickly and try his best to save his life.

"Devil, after all, is not worthy of feeling the mercy of the Lord, nor is he worthy of sleeping with the Lamb."

The Bible in Father Anderson's hand turned into a bayonet, and a dazzling fire flashed between the edges.

His bayonet was made of pages of the Bible. He had as many weapons as there were pages in the Bible.

Then the two bayonets crossed in front of him and turned into 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 little flame color that spread throughout the entire sewer.

This place has become an environment blocked by Father Anderson. All 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 leave here.

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

Anderson's figure seemed to shake only slightly.

His mouth showed a hideous arc, and his originally kind face was more terrifying than the hungry ghosts in hell at this moment. Even the clear anger made the Blade Warrior lose consciousness directly.

Four bayonets were inserted into the Blade Warrior's body at the moment when the two crossed, 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 blazing flames on the bayonets were burning fiercely, making crackling sounds of roasting meat.

His injuries, along with the blood he was spraying, only left some blood stains on the hem of the priest's clothes.

The cross pendant hanging on Father Anderson's chest was shaking left and right.

His body was still in the same position as before the attack, as if he had not moved at all.

"Devil, die!"

Anderson's figure slowly moved forward 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 don't 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 wood, even if it is pulled out, it will leave a hole. Sometimes it is done, and it cannot be defended or made up for.

As he got to know the barbarians better, 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. 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, thinking he had thought of a good joke.

"Steve has been struggling since he came here. You should think about whether S.H.I.E.L.D. has something to hide."

When Bul-Kathos attacked Nick Fury, he found the substitute-like thing.

It was just that the barbarian could hurt the soul, so Bul-Kathos didn't care about the substitute.

Resurrection didn't seem to be so rare.

"If that guy is resurrected, do you plan to give him a chance?"

Rumlow smiled.

"Rumlow, you have to know that it's not fair!"

Bul-Kathos looked at Rumlow deeply. The barbarians advocate justice and uphold fairness.

They have never relied on their strength to plunder good people. Even if they seized spoils, they were obtained from the enemy.

"You got the chance because of Talek. Talek has paid the price for you. But that Bucky hasn't."

Talek didn't convince Bul-Kathos because of the face of his and Mokot's two ancestors. They swore to the Holy Mountain that they would rush to the front in the next battle even if their souls were broken and they lost their glory.

The Holy Mountain will not disappear. The oath will exist until they complete it.

Bul-Kathos didn't understand why Talek did this, and couldn't figure out why Mokot would get involved.

But it was because of the oath of the two ancestors that Bul-Kathos retreated.

Whether it was Luke Cage or Matthew Murdoch, they were kind people themselves, and the firm justice in them made them directly recognized by Bul-Kathos.

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

Rumlow was different. Except for Talek, no ancestor would accept him, no matter how talented he was.

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

Just like that Bucky, this girl has the sin that she doesn't want to be stained with.

It's just that no one will seek revenge on her, all the faults are caused by the purple man. And she is a weapon stained with sin, and also a victim.

For Jessica Jones, the death rate of the trial of Orlac is more than 90%, and even that 10% chance, Bul-Kathos doesn't really want to give her.

It's better to let a person who will indulge in pain and escape to sleep.

If the damage to Jessica's body hadn't been considered a price, Bul-Kathos wouldn't have given her this chance of a narrow escape.

It just so happens that Orlac has wanted an heir for a while, especially when Maddock always shows off the idiot Luke Cage.

"So he died once, is it considered a price to pay."

Rumlow is testing Bul-Kathos's meaning.

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

Bul-Kathos threw away the empty bottle in his hand and opened the portal.

Tony Stark, a playboy who has completed his revenge.

He has no evil deeds, nor is he without any good deeds.

Bul-Kathos doesn't care.

"Let's go, Rumlow, you should go and spend some time with Talek."

Bul-Kathos still has to go back to the Holy Mountain to see if Kaecilius can be saved.

He doesn't know what kind of disobedient disciple the Ancient One said he was.

Just like the ancestors always warned the barbarian recruits not to be too reckless and to act cautiously, but the recruits always forget these things.

These guys are also disobedient.

As for Kaecilius, he can't be planning to come up with some boring script of touching taboos 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 Bul-Kathos into the portal.

...

Steve rode a motorcycle, followed by Coulson who was driving, Hawkeye and Iron Knight who were riding in the car.

You can't expect an old soldier who has been sleeping for fifty years and just woke up to know the location of a new base.

Steve hasn't even been around this city much.

When Steve went to find Coulson, he happened to meet Melinda who was going to take a vacation for a while. He used his personal charm to persuade Melinda to go on a field mission with him.

Then he met Barton who had just come out of the infirmary.

So this time the four of them were together.

Although the captain without a shield was much weaker in frontal combat, he was not completely unable to fight.

For a combat mission, after taking Hawkeye and Melinda, the manpower should be almost enough. Coulson is not a burden. He is always on field missions and can be relied on in combat.

"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 throwing and swordsmanship, those are not like arrows that can be transformed into multi-functional ones.

Hawkeye and the captain didn't meet for long, and it was not obvious that the captain was in a bad mood.

Bucky's body had been sent to the Tahiti Project laboratory, and it probably wouldn't take long for him to come back to life.

But this didn't stop the captain from expressing his concern.

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, who was in a daze, up and ran with him.

"Prepare 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, 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 running out of breath, his physical fitness was not good.

After such a long time of pursuit, he was almost at the limit of his body.

Now even Mephisto's clone could not mobilize the power of hell, and he, a psychic wizard, could not find a demon from hell to take a beating for him.

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

Constantine said a little lightly.

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

John Wick held the body of his dog high.

Under constant running, his dog always slides down a little.

"Believe me, they are not on the same level as those you have seen."

It's not that Constantine hasn't seen vampires before. The last time he saw them, he spent a beautiful night with a beautiful vampire.

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

The guys this time were completely different from the ones he had seen before. At least, they were able to keep their pace even after chasing them for such a long time, which was not something those blood-sucking bastards could do.

"Swoosh!"

An arrow flew past Constantine's ear, causing this curious guy to turn his head and take a look.

Then he immediately used all his strength to run.

John Wick didn't even turn his head and accelerated directly.

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

John Wick sensed the danger and accelerated directly.

"Damn, what are those?"

Hawkeye changed a type of arrow from the quiver behind him. According to his experience, neither the superpowers nor the blood-sucking bastards could survive without any impact when their heads were injured.

But these guys completely exceeded his expectations.

"What's wrong?"

Coulson asked. It's better to know this kind of information about the battle earlier.

"Those things are definitely not living people. No living person can have no reaction when an arrow is stuck in the head!"

"Swoosh!"

While speaking, Hawkeye released the bowstring. This time the arrowhead was not an ordinary one.

Then the soldiers dispersed and avoided the arrow.

The bow and arrow do have a penetrating power that a pistol cannot match, but its speed is indeed not as fast as a firearm at a long distance.

The soldiers of the Third Reich found that the other party still shot when they saw that ordinary bows and arrows had no effect, so it was the right thing to do to be careful.

Sure enough, the arrow exploded the moment it landed.

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

Although this kind of explosion will not kill them if it does not hit the body, it can damage the protective clothing.

The sun has not set yet, and the sunlight is still a threat to them.

"These guys are elite troops, and they may be stronger than Rumlow's special operations team."

Hawkeye said his discovery.

The fighting style of these soldiers is much stronger than the elite soldiers Hawkeye has seen, and even stronger than the SHIELD troops that have collected a large number of elite soldiers.

"Are you sure?"

Steve asked while squatting on the driver's seat.

"It's hard to say, but they will definitely lose people if they want to come over."

Hawkeye said as he loosened the bowstring in his hand again.

This time, after his arrow flew over Constantine and John Wick, it immediately dispersed during the flight, just like the chain ball cannonballs used to hit masts in medieval naval battles.

Large-scale attacks are not so easy to avoid.

At the moment when this arrow dispersed, Hawkeye shot the bow and arrow in his hand again!

This time, the bow and arrow with a sound of breaking through the air nailed right into the chest of a soldier who was tripped by a chain. After a burst of explosions, the opponent directly lost three people.

In addition to the one who was directly killed by the explosion, the other two were pierced by the fragments of the arrowhead that exploded, and turned into a handful of flying ashes under the afterglow of the sun.

"Damn, they're vampires!"

This extremely conspicuous way of death revealed the identities of these soldiers.

"They're wearing Third Reich uniforms! Damn, they're definitely Hydra's hands!"

Steve gritted his teeth.

"Coulson, is your car door bulletproof?"

Steve asked directly.

"Bulletproof! But disassembly..."

Before he finished speaking, Steve opened the car door, fired at the connection, and then broke the connection between the car door and the car body with force.

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

Although these guys are not so ordinary vampires, Steve believes that he will not die easily.

He is also a veteran who came down from the battlefield, and even in his memory, he had just finished fighting not long ago.

The feeling of fighting still exists, and it is particularly vivid.

Steve rushed out of the car door, shocking Constantine.

"Why are you fighting! Can't you just run away with us!"

Constantine shouted at Steve who was rushing in his direction.

Constantine said it loudly, and he was ready to grab the car as soon as he got to the location.

These people's behavior 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 of them are 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 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 other Third Reich soldiers were eliminated.

But before Steve could ask this guy, a burst of blue flames came out of his body and turned into ashes.

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, the Hydra guys he had recently come into contact with did not look 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 should I know? I just saw him staying by the car holding the dead dog and went over to ask him."

Constantine did not tell Coulson about Mephisto.

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

The mysterious realm is more dangerous to ordinary people than those vampires.

After all, vampires can be explained by science, such as mutations. But demons are a completely mysterious realm.

Not every agent can solve the problem by "thinking" like Rumlow.