$239 You Will Regret It (6,000 Words)

Acardo's body turned into a pitch-black color like asphalt in an instant, and the eyes that kept appearing on his body opened one by one, which made everyone present shudder.

The bubbles and blinking eyes brought discomfort on the spiritual level, and even some physical nausea.

The shadow on the ground also changed with his body. From the shadow, a dark vicious dog drooled at Luke Valentine, and the hideous and uneven white teeth were twisted like saw teeth.

Even the saliva in the mouth of the vicious dog immediately emitted an unbearable stench.

"Strange! Monster!"

Luke Valentine's expression suddenly fell, and he stared at Acardo with his eyes wide open.

When this artificial vampire faced the real body of the vampire king, he was immediately destroyed by the strong pressure.

Blade standing in the crowd was also very uncomfortable, and the trembling of his body was clearly visible.

"Monster? So you are also one of those who are not good enough!"

Acardo looked at Luke Valentine who was completely out of control, his expression was disappointed and angry, as if he had been fooled.

All his expectations became a wishful joke in front of Luke Valentine's collapse!

"The Third Reich should have collapsed, and Hydra is just a remnant."

Steve was wary of Acardo and Luke Valentine in front of him, and pressed down Blade's trembling shoulders.

He was staring at the dismembered ghoul soldiers who still had consciousness.

He put the shield in front of him, ready to fight at any time.

"My body is shaking!"

Rumlow held the giant hammer in his hand and stared at Acardo who was in a frenzy. He was also ready to fight. This terrifying cold breath made him clearly feel the warmth brought by anger.

He took out a bottle of vodka with trembling hands, bit the bottle cap and poured it into his mouth. The glass shards pierced his mouth, but he swallowed the broken glass shards mixed with the wine and blood.

"I can't stand this atmosphere anymore, my anger is rising!"

Luke's teeth creaked, and the tip of the blade in his hand was pointing at Akado.

The pressure brought by Akado's breath was too great.

The few people present no longer thought about how to defeat and kill Akado, as they were still a long way from this level.

"Xia!"

Matthew charged directly at Luke Valentine with a weapon in hand.

He was the most sober among the barbarians present, and the only one who was not completely swallowed by the fearful breath emitted by Akado, because he had already come into contact with Akado once, and even if the pressure was greater now, he could barely bear it.

But at this time, he also needed a hearty battle!

Getting rid of those enemies was the best choice.

Killing the enemies would not make them completely opposed to Helsing, although this was not a good choice either.

In a blink of an eye, the axe and the mace had pierced through Luke Valentine's body. With Matthew's strong upward lift, the artificial vampire was split into two.

The upper body began to splatter blood in mid-air.

Because Jessica had appeared behind Luke Valentine, a blow inherited from Orak had split the waist of the vampire.

The axe passed with blood, and the splashing blood had a weird beauty.

Rumlow smashed the bottle in his hand to the ground, and the blood and wine were mixed together.

He walked towards the remaining ghoul soldiers with the two-handed hammer upside down, and the hammer head scratched the carpet on the ground, making a harsh sound!

"Everyone from S.H.I.E.L.D., please don't interfere in our battle!"

Butler Walter stared at Rumlow who was walking towards him with a distorted face, and the silk thread in his hand pulled out a metal net in front of him as a threat.

SHIELD's intervention would damage Helsing's honor, and Walter was doing what he thought was right.

"Old housekeeper, we are very upset by the sins of those guys. Isn't it better to get rid of them as soon as possible?"

Luke stared at Akardo with his eyes fixed, and the painful struggle of millions of lives entangled together made it difficult for him to control his anger.

Among the people present, Luke might be the one who could not accept the alien the most, especially the breath of Akardo, the vampire king, who despised life, blasphemed life, and played with life, which made his muscles tremble all over his body.

Even though he was talking to Walter, his eyes full of anger were still staring at Akardo.

"That's my prey! Boy!"

Akardo's tone was full of discernible dissatisfaction, and his bloody eyes opened wider.

His body turned into a shadow in an instant, and the evil beast directly swallowed Luke Valentine's body into its stomach.

"Acardo!"

Intergula called out Akado's name for the second time, his tone stern.

With this shout, Akado's body reconstructed next to the ghouls, and those blood-red eyes that were wide open began to close one by one.

He turned around slowly and lowered his proud head to Intergula.

Intergula was the shackles that Akado gave himself. No one could limit Akado's consciousness except himself.

And now he handed over the reins that tied himself to Intergula, a 23-year-old girl to him.

The politicians behind Intergula said nothing about the conflict in front of them.

Compared to Accardo, the vampire, they have more trust in the humans of SHIELD.

But the positions of Helsing and S.H.I.E.L.D. are obviously different.

Their arrogance at this time allowed them to maintain their dignity, even though their legs had begun to tremble under Accardo's momentum.

"My master."

"What would you do if you faced the enemy?"

"As you wish."

Accardo did not even look at the other people present, and his figure disappeared. The ghouls around him were instantly submerged in the blood that filled the passage. The torrent of blood began to pour from this layer. Now, Continue until everything is rinsed away.

"Captain America, it seems that we don't work well together, so now tell us what SHIELD means."

Integra took out a cigarette and pressed his slender palm.

There are calluses on the palms of the hands from long-term shooting, and the palms are also covered with traces of practicing swordsmanship.

Walter put away the silk thread in his hand, saluted with a calm face, and then walked behind Integra.

Rumlow and the others also put away their weapons and watched all this happen quietly.

…

Hellboy is acting with the hunters of the Osiris Club. He received a task from his father to help these guys hunt down the giant monsters.

But on a small bridge, he was betrayed.

If there was anything that hurt him more than a knife stabbed in the back, it was only a knife stabbed in the back by someone close to him!

If three giant monsters hadn't suddenly burst into the battlefield and killed all the hunters, Hellboy would have become history.

After a bloody battle, he killed three trolls, but was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Before he passed out, he saw a familiar figure walking up to him.

When he woke up, he found that he was sleeping in a cramped room. Not far away, a complicated-looking man was lighting a cigarette and looking at him.

"John Constantine?"

"It's me, I'm thinking about whether to kill you directly."

Constantine's face no longer looked as sickly and thin as before. After his soul was replenished, he was much healthier than before.

"What's going on? Why is everyone trying to kill me?"

Hellboy sat up straight and took a cigarette from the table next to Constantine without any politeness.

There were cigarettes scattered on the table next to Constantine, and the tobacco was completely dry.

"Why don't you smoke a cigar?"

Hellboy raised his eyes and glanced at Constantine. The cigarette was a bit too small for his body, and the thick smoke of the cigar could meet his needs. He asked Constantine unceremoniously, and received a blank stare. .

"Honestly, I'm also considering whether to trade you with those guys for a hefty reward. You know, they don't want you alive. As long as they take your head with them, I won't have to work for income for the rest of my life. , even a picture of you dead."

Constantine put out the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up the shotgun on the table and pointed it at Hellboy.

"St. Angel's blood, plus the archbishop's blessing, I think it should be enough to kill you."

Constantine watched angrily as Hellboy took his lighter and lit the cigarette.

The heavy bullet in this gun was drawn from Angel's blood before he lost his strength. He also entrusted the blessing to others. In the end, only such a powerful bullet was produced.

He didn't know the lethality of this bullet against demons, but it was definitely enough to kill Hellboy.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Hellboy smoked the cigarette down to the butt in one breath. He could finish even the cigar in a short time. To him, the cigarette was just a consumable item.

His strong body also has powerful internal organs.

The front end of the cigarette butt was still hung with a slight flame after the whole tobacco was burned out, and then he snuffed it out with his stone right hand.

"I want to know what you can give me if you become king, or if you will save my soul from the clutches of hell."

Constantine threw the shotgun aside.

Hellboy's identity is no longer a secret in the circle of British psychics. Especially after the news of the stolen head of Blood Queen Neve spread, everyone focused on Hellboy.

Anu n Rama!

The name of Hellboy, a direct blood descendant of the legendary King Arthur.

Only he can pick up the sword in the stone and become the undisputed king of England.

But this is also a conspiracy from hell.

Hellboy who picked up the Sword in the Stone will also forcibly open the passage to hell in England. "Destroyer of Worlds" is Hellboy's title in hell. This title is louder than "Son of Hell".

"Buzz buzz~"

The sound of helicopters came from outside, and Constantine's small apartment was directly surrounded.

Bang! With a bang, the poor door of this room was kicked open by heavily armed soldiers.

Just like the "FBI" warning posture, Constantine directly raised his hands and watched the person pointing the gun at Hellboy.

"Shit!"

Hellboy waved his hand and put the soldier who entered the door directly to the ground, and then looked at the old man who walked in at the door.

"Dad?"

"Hey, Ersha! Why are you so angry?"

It was Professor Bloom who came. As the leader of B.P.R.D., this old man was also one of the first ordinary people in the free country to devote himself to fighting the supernatural.

"I don't understand why you can't knock and come in?"

"Er smash, we didn't find you after cleaning up the disgusting scenes you and the troll left. You have to know that I even thought about the worst outcome. Thank God, you're okay!"

"Well, I think one hundred thousand pounds is an appropriate compensation amount."

Constantine pointed to the door that was kicked open and said.

Well, after Constantine's soul is fully replenished, although he will hesitate when doing many things, such as whether to kill Hellboy.

In other words, his cowardice breeds more kindness and hesitation.

But he was still as arrogant as ever.

As Constantine interrupted, the conversation between father and son fell silent for a moment.

Originally, Hellboy planned to ask his father why he appeared on that island to kill him.

"John Constantine, long admired."

Professor Bloom greeted Constantine as if he was relieved.

"I thought, that wouldn't be a good reputation."

"Okay, do you know what hurts more than being stabbed in the back?"

Hellboy questioned his father like a rebellious child, waving his arms uneasily.

"I think I probably stabbed him in the back."

Constantine interrupted Hellboy's questioning again, and then said to Professor Bloom:

"If one hundred thousand pounds is too expensive, how about fifty thousand pounds? You have to know that this big red-skinned monster's head is enough to keep me from having to fight for a living for the rest of my life. Oh my God! Can you imagine when you save the world? What’s it like to have to find a way to fill your stomach afterwards? That’s worse than being stabbed in the back!”

"Okay, Constantine! You've never saved the world!"

Professor Bloom was a little angry. It was difficult for him to face the famous guy Constantine calmly.

In other words, there is no one who can face Constantine calmly. Even demons and angels cannot do this.

"No, I have saved you, but you don't know it."

Constantine took out the heavy bullet from the shotgun on the side and put it into his coat pocket, and then spoke leisurely.

"Okay, Constantine, please keep quiet for now. Now I want to introduce someone to Hellboy."

Professor Bloom had no intention of arguing with Constantine on this topic. He waved towards the door, and then waited for a while before a soldier walked in.

"Captain Ben Daimio, M11 Special Forces Commander."

Professor Bloom stretched out his palm and said to Captain Demio:

"Demio, this is my son, Hellboy, you know it."

"M11? I thought they disbanded after the war."

Hellboy looked at Captain Daimio and said.

"I thought our goal was to kill the devil, not to be with the devil."

Captain Daimio confronts Hellboy unceremoniously.

"I think Scarface is right. It seems you are the leader of these soldiers, right? Xin Hui Xin Hui!"

Constantine immediately stood up and rushed forward, then grabbed Demio's hand and began to release the grip of immortality.

"Well, can you help me with the compensation issue? This is not difficult at all for a secretive force like you."

"Sir, please let go of my hand first. Compensation is not an issue."

Demio was a little flustered by Constantine's enthusiasm. He was a soldier, not a politician, and he was not good at dealing with civilians.

He forcefully pulled his hands from Constantine's hands and made a promise of compensation.

"So, when will the compensation of one hundred thousand, no, one hundred and fifty thousand pounds arrive? I don't have a bank account, so I want cash, not because cash can avoid tax or anything like that."

Constantine said with a doggy smile, completely ignoring whether his behavior of sitting on the floor and raising prices was appropriate.

But he won't be ashamed of it, and maybe he will laugh out loud.

"I have to say, you promised him, Scarface. By the way, have you looked in the mirror lately?"

Hellboy said with a rare sense of schadenfreude.

"Do you think it's funny?"

"Perhaps, my psychological interventionist said that I rely on my sense of humor to blend in with normal people."

Hellboy was a little concerned about Demio's "demon" call, and he chose to retort because he was not very considerate.

"Huh? Integrating into normal people? Then I can only wish you good luck."

Daimio said with a polite smirk on his face.

"Well, sir, because the issue of compensation still needs further discussion, you have to act with us now."

Demeo's approach is obviously to give Constantine something good to comfort him, so that he will know that "blackmail" is a mistake.

"You'll regret it!"

Hellboy muttered quietly.

"What?"

Captain Daimio didn't hear it clearly, but his instinct told him that it was not a good thing to say.

"Of course, no problem. By the way, my name is John, John Constantine. You can call me whatever you want."

Constantine said with a mean smile on his face. He was already thinking about how to get into this team.

His sense of justice cannot allow him to back down in front of huge dangers. There is no dispute that he is a hero, he is just not that decent.

"Okay, so...Cons what? Constantine!"

The scars on Daimio's face were distorted. As the M11 commander who was against the monster, even if he had never met Constantine, he must have heard of his name.

"I wish us a happy cooperation. Of course, the remuneration will be calculated separately."

Constantine took out a newly written business card and stuffed it into Demio's pocket. Because it was newly written, the business card was still flat.

"I'm glad to see you're chatting so well. Although this is Britain, this is a joint operation."

Professor Bloom left the hut first and walked outside, and the remaining people also came out together. Before Constantine went out, he looked at his door, as if he was considering whether he should replace it with a metal security door. .

That kind of door may be able to block the "FBI" warning. He is a guy who is easily visited to check the water meter.

"Come on, I can knock all the teeth out of the Osiris Club guys by myself."

Hellboy waved the stone with his right hand and said.

"No, this is more serious than you think. St. Sebastian's Church was attacked, and even Father Anderson didn't stop those guys from stealing a single thing."

B.P.R.D., as a department to deal with supernatural incidents, has a close relationship with the church.

So I know the news in this regard in more detail.

"One of Neve's boxes, I saw it coming."

Constantine patted Hellboy's tall shoulder and said.

"What?"

Hellboy was a little confused.

"Vivian Neve! AKA the Blood Queen. A restless witch from the fifteenth century, among all her powers, just the plague almost destroyed Britain, and this time possibly the whole world."

Constantine still explained with a smile, but his body was shaking slightly.

As a necromancer, he knew very well how powerful the legendary Blood Queen was.

"King Arthur himself slew the demon, divided her with the King's Sword and sealed her in a box and hid her in various places."

Captain Daimio interjected and glared at Constantine fiercely. He was a little embarrassed looking at Constantine's smile.

"The Osiris Club found one a long time ago and made her part of the collection."

Professor Bloom made the final summary.

"Okay, let's go and repay the Osiris Club now for what they did, and then find the box, and then find the person who wants to glue her up, it's awesome."

After Hellboy finished speaking, he dug into his father's pocket, pulled out a chocolate bar, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth, making a clicking sound. It sounded like the chocolate bar was of excellent quality.

"Once you find the box, you go back to your cage!"

Captain Daimio said with an angry tone, and then walked directly into the elevator.

He didn't like Hellboy, but the reason for his anger was that he actually asked Constantine to join the team.

"My cage?"

Hellboy pressed the elevator door and shouted at Demio:

"I'm going to specifically ask you to clean the sawdust out of my shit basin, can't wait for you to smell the demon shit! Man!"

"Okay, you guys go directly to the Osiris Club. I'm going back to the base to find the whereabouts of the other boxes."

Professor Bloom patted Hellboy's arm and said:

"Er, there are your new toys and things you like in the car, but remember to exercise restraint. Neither sweets nor tobacco are good for you."

Professor Bloom moved his head closer to Hellboy, and Hellboy obediently lowered his head and put his ear close to his father.

"Also, stay away from Constantine. Although that guy is very capable, you know that none of his teammates will end well."

After whispering, Professor Bloom directly entered the elevator on the other side and waved goodbye.