$210 Accardo and Anderson! (7,000 Words Long Chapter!)
Bulcaisuo was guiding Rorschach through basic training on the Holy Mountain. Not far behind him, Gu Yi was drinking sparkling water, and Emperor Weishan was communicating with Bulcaisuo sentence by sentence.
The power of Weishan Emperor could not act alone without the summoner, so he had to let Ancient Yi follow Bulcaisuo to act as a bridge of communication.
After all the hard work, the sky has darkened, and the day has passed quite quickly.
For such a terrifying existence as the Seven Demon Kings, Emperor Weishan and the others did not dare to pretend that it did not exist.
As for the other recruits, except for Bruce Wayne, Natasha and Hawkeye, who were just selected and are still training, the others have returned to the city.
Along with him is Steve.
Steve plans to form a team of Avengers to deal with some troublesome things, and these savages are his first target.
So Steve planned to have a dinner with Rumlow and the others, intending to share his philosophy and at least establish a good relationship with these barbarian recruits.
"Captain, have you been staying at this old training ground recently?"
Rumlow whistled, looking at the underground space with a giant hammer hanging on his waist.
It's spacious here, but it's not worthy of Steve's status.
"I don't know where to get my retirement salary. This place was arranged for me by SHIELD. It's pretty good."
Steve's appearance cannot be hidden from the military and the Security Council, but there are intense discussions over how to treat this veteran.
A dead person who has been mythologized will not stand up to lead the people, but if this dead person suddenly comes back to life, it will be a huge trouble.
Their attention was focused on how to weaken Steve's influence, and they never thought that this veteran still needed basic living expenses.
Normally, his salary should be paid by the military, but how can Steve, who doesn't even have a driver's license, get paid?
"Cool~"
Luke looked at the training ground below, looking at the hanging sandbags eagerly.
"Didn't you say we were going to have a dinner together?"
Jessica smoothed her hair and said lightly.
Matthew didn't say a word on the side. He didn't even have time to change his clothes, and he was still in the same tattered state.
"You have to change into regular clothes before going. Besides, the weapons you are wearing are too conspicuous."
Steve glanced at the few people in front of him, including those with giant hammers on their waists, those with machetes stuck on their waists, and those with hand axes and maces hanging on their waists.
When these weapons are put on the street, the police will directly empty five magazines.
If SHIELD hadn't sent a large enough vehicle, it would have been a question whether these people could have arrived at the training ground safely.
"Do you still have clothes here that are suitable for us?"
Jessica grinned. The clothes she was wearing were still the linen shirt that Madoc had dug out from the warehouse. Luke put it on her after he recovered.
Thinking of this, Jessica punched Luke. Although Luke didn't know why, all he needed to do was giggle at this time.
"Those agents have gone to buy suitable clothes, but your weapons are a bit difficult to handle."
Steve hung the shield in his hand on the wall and looked at the people in front of him.
Rumlow sat directly on the ground. He was used to this sitting posture. After all, ordinary chairs could not support the weight of the giant hammer in his hands.
Matthew casually stuffed the two weapons on his waist into his backpack, as if by instinct.
Everyone focused their attention on him, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Well, how did you do it?"
Luke asked Matthew hesitantly.
"What?"
Matthew was a little confused.
"You mean a backpack? Don't you have that?"
Jessica seemed to understand something, and the hand ax disappeared directly from her hand.
"You too?" Luke was stunned.
"I'll try, I feel like I can do it."
The giant hammer on Rumlow's waist suddenly disappeared and then appeared again.
It seems he can't do this yet.
One of the nephalem's abilities is this space package. Matthew is the one with the highest bloodline level among them. He has been able to do this for a long time.
Jessica directly received the bloodline of Orak, which was also higher in quantity than the current Rumlow and Luke.
Rumlow is still a little short of being able to open the space backpack, and Luke has the weakest bloodline at present, and he hasn't felt the existence of the backpack yet.
"It seems to be determined by bloodline weight?"
Matthew whispered.
"Looks like I have to work harder. The secret realm of Talik's ancestors is really difficult."
Rumlow handed the giant hammer in his hand to Matthew and asked Matthew to help him put it away first.
"Jessica."
Luke shouted hesitantly, and Jessica rolled her eyes at him before taking the weapon from his waist and stuffing it into her backpack.
"I feel envious when I see it. I don't want to carry a shield every day. If I don't carry it, it will be difficult to deal with any problems I encounter."
Steve smiled heartily.
"Then let's go eat after the agents bring the clothes. I know a good barbecue restaurant."
Steve just said casually, he was not jealous of this ability.
"Why aren't you favored by those ancestors? I'm quite curious."
Rumlow grinned and said to Steve.
It is said that those who have passed the test of the Holy Mountain will have the opportunity to be tested, but the Steve in front of him was not favored by any of the ancestors, and he was inferior to Matthew at that time.
"Maybe I'm not their type."
Steve turned around and climbed onto the ring, taking a pair of boxing gloves from the side ropes.
"Who wants to come up and play?"
Steve called out to the others.
As a fighter, Steve's fighting skills are top-notch, and among the people in front of him, perhaps only Rumlow can compete with him in bare-handed fighting.
The premise is that they don't compete in physical fitness.
On the other side, Nick Fury was sitting in the office, and his scalp tingled when he saw John Wick in front of him.
A string of goose bumps appeared on his smooth head.
Nick Fury was still a little scared of this guy who could destroy his life substitute for a dog without any scruples.
"I say, are you going to shoot me again?"
Nick Fury rolled his eyes and looked at John Wick in front of him.
"You can resurrect people? Then resurrecting a dog should be possible."
John Wick held the corpse of his beloved dog in his arms, and his tone was a little cold.
Nick Fury had a headache. Although he could resurrect humans, resurrecting a dog was somewhat bizarre.
Resurrected humans will have some mental problems to some extent, and will draw some weird symbols on the wall.
But what will the resurrected dog do? Will it spill symbols all over the floor when marking?
Dogs don't have such a big bladder...
"Are you sure you want to use this condition in exchange for your service?"
Nick Fury said in a strange tone.
"If you can do it, I can become one of you."
John Wick looked at Nick Fury with a cold look, which made people suspect that he would raise his hand and shoot Nick Fury in the head.
Although his weapon had been taken away when he entered S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Okay, leave your pet here, and you will see it alive and kicking in a few days."
Nick Fury made a difficult decision and waved to Melinda to take John Wick out of the office.
Before he could let go of the strange feeling in his heart, an agent rushed into his office.
"Director! Tony Stark is missing in Afghanistan!"
"Oh!"
Nick Fury's brain was so tired that he didn't even want to say "Fuck it". Tony Stark's disappearance was indeed a big deal, but this situation couldn't stimulate his tired heart.
"Send someone to find him, and report back after finding him."
Nick Fury picked up the water on the table and drank it slowly.
"Yes, sir!"
This agent was a newcomer who had just been transferred from the military not long ago, and he was obviously not used to the working methods of agents.
After SHIELD paid a heavy price, the Security Council and the military sent a bunch of people into SHIELD.
In name, it was to prevent the lurking Hydra from continuing to cause trouble, but in fact, it was to divide the big fat piece of SHIELD.
On the other side, Coulson was still stationed in the UK. He wanted to learn more about the things in Helsing, such as how Helsing fought vampires.
For this semi-official organization, SHIELD could only find out that they were experts in handling supernatural events.
But there is no news about their combat power.
In addition to reaching a cooperation with Helsing, Coulson also needs to investigate the composition of their combat power.
If possible, it is best to dig out the other party's combat power.
"Sir, how long do we have to wait here? Or should I go buy dinner first?"
The agent who was driving asked in a low voice.
"No, they are moving, now follow them."
Coulson pointed to the black van, or escort vehicle, passing by in front of him. Anyway, the car is not small.
"Okay, sir."
The agent quickly shifted gears and stepped on the gas to drive. In order to prevent the situation of misfire, their cars are generally not turned off.
So they go when they say go.
...
In a building on the other side, Father Alexander Anderson was slowly waving the bayonet in his hand, nailing a ghoul to the wall.
People who are not qualified to be vampires will become this kind of thing after being bitten by vampires.
Only virgins who have received the first embrace of a pure vampire are qualified to become vampires, otherwise they will only become ghouls that feed on flesh and blood.
The holy flame flashing on Father Anderson's bayonet is burning this guy bit by bit.
Human limbs and blood can be seen everywhere on the ground.
This building was occupied by vampires at some point, and the people inside are now buried in the belly of ghouls.
And those innocent lambs who were plundered here are opening their eyes, and the cracks in the corners of their eyes show the pain and fear they experienced before death.
Anderson's bayonet in his hand scratched the blood on the wall, slightly hunched over, and walked slowly forward.
It is precisely because he has seen the cruelty of these monsters that Anderson never shows mercy to monsters!
Behind the brutality is compassion for mankind, and behind the faith is piety for kindness!
The sound of the bayonet scratching the wall is a bit harsh, but in Father Anderson's prayers, there is a kind of sacred glory being transmitted.
"The Lord is my shepherd~ I shall not want~"
Father Anderson muttered in a somewhat strange tone, and threw out his bayonet, nailing a ghoul who was trying to get away from him to the ground.
"He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul, he leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake"
The bayonet in Anderson's hand turned into a page of the Bible, flying around. The light flashing on the page was like a rising flame.
He walked to the ghoul on the ground and raised his foot.
"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil."
The pages flew out in an orderly manner like a flyer, sticking to the surrounding walls. A golden line connected the pages and blocked the church inside.
"Then, it's your turn to be afraid!"
Anderson showed a mouthful of white teeth and dropped his hard leather boots.
He didn't finish his prayer, but it was enough.
There is no need for mercy for those who are willing to be monsters!
This foot stepped on the head of the ghoul on the ground, and the vampire's head was like a bursting watermelon, splashing the surroundings red.
But Anderson's pants were still pure white!
The ghoul turned into flying ash in the holy flame, which was somewhat brilliant.
"Is it worth it for a monster to be glorious after death? How disgusting!"
In the moonlight through the window, one could only see the golden bayonets on his hands shaped like a cross, as if announcing the end.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
There were bursts of gunfire from the direction he was facing, and Father Anderson stood up and looked in that direction.
At this time, outside the building, Coulson and another agent were sitting in the car and observing.
Five minutes ago, they watched the red-clad man and a gun-wielding girl in a khaki uniform walk into the building.
Then bursts of gunfire were heard.
Coulson stopped the agent who wanted to get off the car and said calmly:
"Don't get involved in the battle of monsters."
After seeing the ghosts, Coulson felt that he had no ability to fight vampires. Since those people were from the Helsing Agency, all he could do was wait quietly for the results.
It is the most reasonable solution to leave professional matters to professionals.
The man in the red windbreaker led the girl into the building from the other side and started killing the ghouls.
Acardo and Silas Victoria!
After a short battle, a ghoul died under Silas' gun.
Before she had time to enjoy the joy of victory in the battle, Silas fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.
There were five or six bayonets stuck in her back, and golden runes flashed on the handles of the bayonets. Flames burned on the blades, making a sound of burning grease.
"Blessed bayonet?"
Acardo turned with a grim smile and looked in the direction where the bayonet flew.
A large piece of book pages flew into the narrow passage, accompanied by the sound of iron nails being nailed into the wall, and the pages were hung high!
At this moment, the pages were like lighting, illuminating the long and narrow corridor!
This place was also blocked!
Father Anderson walked into Akado's sight step by step from the corner!
The cross on his chest shone in the darkness, swaying like a firefly.
"We are the Lord's agents, the earthly representatives of divine punishment. Our mission is to eliminate the fools who resist the Lord, even if there is only one piece of flesh and blood left!"
Father Anderson crossed the bayonets in his hands and formed a cross in front of him.
He made a declaration before the battle!
"Amen!"
The last declaration came out, and the sharp edges of the bayonets in his hands crossed and sparked!
...
In the Helsing Agency, Integula was holding a cigar and cutting off the front of the cigar with a cigar cutter.
"Director! News from the Vatican! The secret force Section 13, the 'traitors', has begun to act!"
The intelligence officer in a neat suit reported the news a little hurriedly, but his words were still clear.
"You said 'traitors'. It is the informal executive agency of the Vatican and the only strongest combat force the Vatican has."
Integula raised his eyes and looked at the intelligence officer in front of him, his tone was calm and calm.
Perhaps this little bit of news was not enough to make this powerful woman lose her composure.
"An expert in exorcising evil spirits, suppressing paganism, and eliminating heresy. The Thirteenth Section, which should not exist and bears the name of Judas."
Intergula did not light the cigar. She crossed her fingers in front of her body and stated the information of the Thirteenth Section.
"Troops?"
"Send one troop, a paladin! Father Alexander Anderson!"
The name of Anderson sounded, and the old butler on the side squinted his eyes and looked at Intergula.
This name cannot be taken lightly.
"Father Anderson? What will happen if he contacts Acardo and the others?"
Intergula's tone was calm, and she was thinking about a solution in her mind.
At this time, she actually understood this inevitable result!
Then Intergula stood up suddenly and put her hands on the table!
"I'm going to Bedorik too! Give me a gun and a sword, and two guards. Walter, I'll leave the negotiations with the Vatican to you."
Intergula turned and left the office in a hurry, but not in a panic.
The butler on the side bowed and calmly agreed to the request.
Coulson outside the building saw the light of the page shining with holy light reflected on the window, and he was a little nervous.
...
Killer Anderson, Beheading Detective Anderson, Regenerator Anderson, Angel Dust Anderson. His birth, race, and age are all unknown. Apart from these, we only know that he is an expert in fighting monsters.
Just like Accardo in the Helsing Division, he is the Vatican's ace in fighting monsters.
Exterminationists never spared any effort to deal with aliens.
"This is a good moon! Monsters!"
Father Anderson stood in front of Accardo. There is a short distance between the two.
Silas reluctantly raised his head from the ground and groaned in pain.
"The sound of pain is so cute, Ms. Monster. But if that's all, you won't die."
said Father Anderson with a contemptuous laugh.
"Because I didn't hit your heart with a single blow. It's been a long time since I hunted vampires! I've always met those unscrupulous bastards lately, and I don't want to let you go too early."
Anderson finished his mocking words with a smile on his face.
"Vatican Section 13? Betrayer?"
"Exactly so, Helsing's lackeys."
As an organization that deals with supernatural enemies, Helsing uses the vampire Accardo as its trump card and uses monsters to fight monsters. Naturally, Helsing will not be recognized by the church.
Especially in front of Father Anderson!
"Are you Accardo? You are obviously a vampire but you keep company with humans? Kill monsters? Are you raising food in captivity?"
Father Anderson began to approach Accardo. He didn't understand what Accardo was doing, he just thought he was cultivating high-quality food.
Accardo walked in the direction of Father Anderson, tit for tat.
"What happened to the ghouls here?"
"It's all taken care of. The ghouls are just some trash fish. There's no way for me to warm up at all."
Silas on the ground tilted his head and looked at the two approaching people, gasping in pain.
The bayonet on her back was burning, and she felt her body being warmed by the flames.
Feeling warm is never good news for a vampire.
"You're the only ones left."
There was no tone in Anderson's words, he just stated a fact.
"Yeah?"
Accardo and Anderson said this as they crossed paths.
The battle begins!
The special pistol raised by Accardo intersected with the bayonet in Father Anderson's hand. The bayonet and the barrel of the gun intertwined, causing fire!
Father Anderson's movements were obviously more rapid, and the bayonet passed through Accardo's left shoulder cleanly.
Accardo let out a cry of pain, put the gun in his right hand on the crook of his left arm and fired directly!
The bayonet in Anderson's right hand scratched Accardo's body, and as a handful of blood exploded, Father Anderson sat down in the shadow of the corner.
"You dare to fight a vampire even though it's night. He's such a brave priest, but he's still an idiot."
Accardo commented with disdain on Father Anderson's behavior.
"Owner!"
Silas shouted in front of Accardo, the flames behind him were still burning! So her voice is a little delicate.
"Hush, Silas, you have been wounded by the blessed bayonet!"
Accardo walked towards his "daughter", seemingly intending to remove the bayonets.
As Anderson said, a bayonet that does not pierce the heart will only cause severe pain, but it cannot take away a vampire's life.
It was just the burning holy flame that made Accardo a little concerned.
But behind him, the tall figure of Father Anderson appeared again, and the bayonet penetrated Accardo's body from behind with the light of fire.
"Ha! Click! Click!"
Father Anderson let out a cautious laugh, holding the bayonet tightly with both hands, and the holy flame burned, making bursts of grease popping sounds!
Monsters treat humans cruelly, so humans also have reason to treat monsters cruelly!
Accardo turned his body forcefully to free himself from the sharp edge of the bayonet. While hanging upside down, he held up two guns with both hands and fired fiercely!
Anyone who doesn't resist when attacked is an idiot!
The bullet undoubtedly hit Father Anderson's body, and he fell to the ground again.
But in just a short moment, Anderson stood up again and charged towards Accardo!
Accardo's special pistol and bullets failed to cause any effective damage!
The bayonets in Anderson's hands crossed in front of him, making a sound of metal friction.
He waved his arms and opened a wound on Accardo's waist.
Blood splashed and then disappeared in the holy flames!
Bursts of fire flashed across Accardo's body, and the holy flames were eroding his body along the wounds.
After the two came into contact briefly, they distanced themselves again.
Father Anderson twisted his body and charged again, with his arms in front of him to block Accardo's bullets. When the distance reached the ideal target, eight bayonets appeared in his hands, and then he threw them out!
The holy flame drew a line of fire in mid-air, and the power contained in the bayonet flying at high speed shattered all the glass in its path!
Anderson's power is beyond the reach of ordinary humans!
The two Coulsons who were observing outside the building were attracted by the sudden noise. Coulson slowly swallowed his saliva. The traces of the blazing holy flames could also be seen outside the building.
"Sir, you are right."
Coulson did not comment on his subordinate's words, but just took out his phone and dialed Nick Fury's number.
"Director, Hexin's combat power seems to have met the church personnel, and something may have changed."
Although Coulson did not know the specific information about both sides of the battle, the sacred flames allowed him to determine the identity of one party.
Nick Fury rubbed his forehead on the other end of the phone.
"Keep observing!"
If Helsing's combat power is damaged at this time, then Nick Fury will have to think about getting combat power from other places.
This is not good news.
Although they have some friendship with the church, this friendship cannot borrow combat power.
After all, mysterious things are the jurisdiction of the Supernatural Investigation and Defense Bureau.
Nick Fury hung up the phone and began to think about what to do next.
In the building, the battle continued!
Accardo fired a gun to try to shoot down the flying bayonet, but it took two shots to completely interrupt the flight of a bayonet.
The not-so-long distance prevented him from intercepting all the attacking bayonets.
In an instant, his body was pierced by four bayonets, and the parts of the bayonets that were immersed in Accardo's body were burning violently.
Father Anderson, who followed the bayonet, reached out and pressed Accardo's head and pushed him against the wall.
The huge force made a dent in the wall.
In a blink of an eye, Anderson pulled out two bayonets and pierced through Akado, blocking Akado's chance to fight back. Akado was nailed to the wall directly!
But there was still a disdainful expression on his face.
The pages behind Akado began to burn the moment they touched the vampire, and the strange smell of burning blood came into the air.
"Amen!"
Father Anderson roared at Akado who was unable to move in front of him!
"Self-regeneration?"
Akado's voice seemed a little difficult under the burning of the holy flame.
"That's right! It's the technology we humans have developed to fight you!"
Anderson simply answered Akado's words, and then the flying knife in his hand appeared again, throwing it at a rapid speed like a rainstorm!
Akado was like a hedgehog under this attack, nailed to the wall and lowered his head!
Behind Father Anderson, a pair of flame-like wings of light appeared faintly!