384 A Sudden Reunion

"Who is it?"

Daofeng said with the knife in his hand, his sunglasses on his face, and his eyes could not be seen clearly.

What Coulson can confirm is that this guy's eyes must not be very good-looking.

Maybe it's peach blossom eyes or something.

"Then why would I tell you? At least you have to explore this secret yourself."

Coulson smiled sideways, like a comic.

He lifted up the old lady who was no more than seventy years old on her shoulders.

Peggy Carter coughed violently and could not say any complete words for the time being.

"It's all nonsense."

As the Blade Warrior spoke, he fired the submachine gun in his hand.

This time it wasn't the special silver bullets, just ordinary ammunition.

After all, Nick Fury said when he contacted him that the enemy was not those blood-sucking bastards.

Specially made ammunition is also a considerable expense for Blade Warriors.

Especially when he doesn't have a serious job yet.

Blade's income, in addition to what Nick Fury quietly divided from the funds, comes from the evil of vampire bastards.

But this business blader is just a part-time job and has no intention of treating it as a career.

Ding Dang Dang~

The bullets landed in front of Colson, but they were all blocked by a figure.

A pair of sharp canine teeth stood under the sun, and the Blade Warrior's body began to tremble.

A handsome and handsome face, and a pale face that looked like it had just been painted.

There was still meanness in that face.

"Dracula!"

"Accardo!"

Two shouts, two different names.

Integra couldn't hold back his emotions either.

The reunion came suddenly, breaking through the inner defenses of this powerful woman.

"Ha, I am Dracula now, and I am more comfortable than that Acard."

Dracula turned around and stood in front of Coulson.

Of course there was no reason for his sudden appearance, but it was more important for him to deal with acquaintances now.

"Where have you been!"

Integra shouted loudly, with a hint of hope in his stern tone.

Accardo would not die, she was sure of that.

In other words, the trust in the vampire named Accardo has exceeded all common sense.

Even the despair that this belief evolved into was just the fear that he would never see that vampire again in his lifetime.

Human life is ultimately short.

The love between an old woman and a vampire boy is not very attractive even if it is written into a novel.

"I have something to do, and the matter between you and me has come to an end. Integra~"

Dracula was already standing behind Integra, speaking to the slender neck.

He looked like he was about to bite it at any moment.

He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue to trace Integra's neck, but in the end he did not bite hard.

It was daytime now, and he was no longer the servant of the Helsing family.

Some things can no longer be done.

Dracula appeared in the middle, unfurling his cloak.

That look was a bit strange, but if it appeared on the stage, it would look much more normal.

"As for why I appear in this place, that's probably what you should ask, but I don't want to tell you."

Dracula looked at the sun in the sky with a smile on his face.

Smoke billowed out from his skin, but it soon faded away due to his recovery powers.

The feeling of being burned by the sun was a bit novel. He had never experienced bubbles before when he was Accardo.

"What did you do to yourself!?"

Integra asked seriously.

The Accardo she knew would not be burned by the sun. The guy in front of her had changed.

Dracula just smiled and said nothing.

While he was taking a break from working on the Weeping Angels, he hooked up with an interesting guy.

A little bit of intention to cooperate was reached.

This cooperation would not allow him to break his promise to the barbarians, but it was not harmless either.

He stretched out his hand with two rings, one black and one white.

Dracula has seen death!

Death cannot kill him from time, but it can take away some of his ability to move.

For the sake of his own existence and freedom of will, Dracula chose to cooperate.

It's just that this part of the matter cannot be discussed with Integra and those barbarians.

At this time, the Blade Warrior finally got rid of the embarrassment of standing there shaking like Parkinson's, and tremblingly raised the knife in his hand.

Fighting is not a bad thing, and death is not something to regret for him.

In the dark, he had a strange feeling. He would get a lot of benefits by killing Dracula in front of him. At least getting rid of the blood-sucking bastard in his body would not be a problem.

Annihilation observed the battle from higher up.

Somewhat boring.

But this is a way to study your own allies.

The matter of Lord Skyhammer finally attracted his attention, and Annihilation began to pay attention to Diavolo.

This emphasis only appeared when Diavolo refused to hand over a share of destruction to him.

No one will remain pure, and the same goes for Annihilation.

When facing a guy who was roughly equal to him, his intelligence that had been offline for a long time was finally awakened.

"Want to fight me? No, your eyes look like you want to kill me."

Dracula said with a smile, but his body tensed up.

He felt some danger from the knife wound in the Blade Warrior's hand.

Death could not end his life.

Because he existed above the concept of time.

But destruction could still kill his existence.

Just like what Annihilation did when it killed Leoric.

And that knife was a small test of Annihilation.

Dracula appeared in this place because he found Diablo!

Because there was no awe, Dracula did not have much fear of the God of Fear.

And if Diablo could not kill him, there was nothing worth caring about.

But Diablo offered a condition that he could not refuse, and of course he did not think of refusing.

Entangle Death!

This is what Diablo wanted him to do. No matter what Death was going to do, Dracula just had to do his best to make trouble.

Annihilation has told Diablo some things.

For example, Eternity is now unable to intervene in the battle between them, and Death is not good at fighting.

It only takes one guy that Death cannot kill to entangle in order to make the battle between the Barbarian and the Burning Hell seem equal.

And what Diablo has to pay is to let the Helsing family continue, and a good fighter.

Anyway, Helsing used vampires as a helper to kill monsters before, so now it seems that there is no problem with one more demon.

The demons of the Burning Hell are much more useful than those weak guys.

"I feel I can kill you."

The Blade Warrior's hand finally stopped shaking.

He spoke as if to give himself courage, and the knife in his hand began to spin around him.

"Very interesting."

Dracula's hand passed through the Blade Warrior's chest and grabbed the weird heart.

Vampire scum is not the same as vampire.

And Dracula never thought he was a good person.

With a puff, the heart was completely crushed.

The Blade Warrior fell forward, and the knife in his hand cut through Dracula's cape.

Coulson carried Peggy Carter, who was about to die, with a grim look on his face.

"Okay, can you send me away first? Mr. Dracula?"

Coulson said this, his face was already impatient.

Agent Carter was really about to die, and he still wanted to see Peggy Carter as a human being, not a transformed demon.

This was something he and Murdoc had agreed on.

"You'd better pray that you don't mess with me at any time."

Dracula said with his teeth bared.

He stepped on the Blade Warrior by the way.

Dracula was very vengeful and despicable.

Now he was not Vlad III of Akado, but a mixture of a demon and a monster in time.

"That doesn't matter, on the contrary, we can't do anything to you, right? Hurry up, I can't wait!"

Coulson said this, pointing to Integrala who was standing in place and ready to charge.

Then the finger said goodbye to him.

"You will always regard me as a nightmare, because any of your actions may offend me, all because of my mood."

Dracula said so.

Then he wrapped Coulson and Peggy Carter with his cloak, and disappeared the next moment.

Integula walked to the Blade Warrior who was already lying on the ground, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Maybe she has a way to keep the Blade Warrior alive, after all, the trump card of the Helsing family is not just a vampire.

That Frankenstein has a thousand connections with them.

And the Blade Warrior's body seems to be fine for this operation, at least it is better than death.

...

Just when Coulson left the city, Kingpin finally calmed down.

His body was covered with wounds caused by the sledgehammer and the spear, and there was a green rope wrapped around his feet, and the other end was connected to Agent Hill.

"Angel, that's shit!"

Kingpin hit Anderson's helmet with his hammer, and then Steve hit him on the forehead with his shield.

What should have been a battle of exquisite skills turned into a thorough fight, which was particularly ugly.

"What are you? A lackey!?"

Anderson's helmet was a little deformed, but he still accurately pierced Kingpin's chest with the spear in his hand.

This was not the first time that effective damage was caused, but every time the damage was like falling on a lifeless guy.

"I am me!"

Kingpin roared, and swung the hammer to knock back Rumlow who had just rushed up.

His body shook violently, and it was obvious that he didn't feel well from this collision.

"What is your purpose! You don't have to come here to make trouble. There is only one possibility for you to come here, that is, you will be put on the operating table and studied!"

Agent Hill began her unique rhetoric.

Intimidation is sometimes useful.

Especially for a guy like Kingpin, the huge family business makes him seem to have no choice.

If SHIELD wants to trip someone up, it has many ways to do it.

The institution that inherited Nick Fury's black heart will not make things easy for Kingpin.

Hill still has a hard time understanding why Kingpin was so crazy that he dared to cause trouble in S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Ahem! I think I need a doctor to at least stop the bleeding for me first."

Constantine said while smoking the cigarette he took out of Nick Fury's drawer, and faced Melinda who looked very ugly in front of him.

"As for the Lord Sky Hammer, I think there is almost no problem."

Constantine held the cigarette in his hand and pointed to the dining place not far away that was most suitable for observation.

Auriel and Imprius are still there.

And Constantine happened to remember the existence of these two people.

Especially the power of hope remains fresh in his memory.

"Do you understand?"

Imprius said while chewing a hot dog and pointed at Kingpin.

The aura of Diavolo on that guy was so obvious that there was no need to hide it.

The long battle has exposed his true identity.

"And death and life."

Auriel touched her belly with a thoughtful look on her face.

The power of death is not a good thing, and even Diavolo's favorite demonic minions are not immune to its effects.

There was something strange about the Kingpin.

"Then let these guys finish it first, we have to do something."

Inprius clapped his hands and stood up, walking towards the center of the battle.

Solarion appeared in his hands, and the temperature reached a point where the people present could not bear it in an instant.

Those paper documents started burning instantly.

"Hey! Hey! I need healing! Archangel!"

Constantine waved his one arm and shouted towards Imperius.

The wound on the broken arm began to bleed again, with some pus.

Obviously the white blood cells in his body have made a tragic enough sacrifice.

And this guy is still watching the battle scene, quite willing to watch the fun and risk his life.

"There is no Archangel here, there are only Inprius and Auriel, and Inprius is not good at healing~"

Inprius stood unsteadily in front of Kingpin and pushed aside Rumlow, who had just rushed up again.

Mocott's soul has been felt by him. Due to his previous experience of being beaten violently, he doesn't have a good attitude towards Rumlow.

This is just anger, because the Prius has no intention of hiding it.

Solarion was gently lifted up, and the flaming tip pointed at Kingpin's chest.

"Now, tell me what you know? I'm a little curious."

The heat from Solarion was enough to give a free perm, and both Constantine and Rumlow's hair began to curl up.

Anderson doesn't have to worry about being hurt by the power of courage, while Kingpin himself is bald and can only see some sweat.

"roar!"

A sound that didn't sound like a human voice came from Jin Bing's mouth, and his body expanded little by little.

The markings that could still be regarded as having a bit of a sacred aura were shattered in an instant.

As Lord Skyhammer's subordinate, he can still be considered somewhat related to "god".

But now, this guy has become a member of the devil.

Especially after Diavolo personally manipulated it, this was a complete tragedy.

"An unlucky person who has been plotted against can be saved even if he retains some humanity."

Auriel also stood up, but she was walking in the direction of leaving here.

Now it's time to find an angel, Angel Dawson, there's no point in making her a saint again.

But being an angel might interest her.

High-level heaven must add some manpower.

Auriel thought like this, not knowing what Israel had done.

With a smile on his face.

From time to time, his eyes glanced at a maternal and child products store opposite the SHIELD building.

Being a mother?

This was a novel experience. For Auriel, this experience gave her a different understanding of hope.

No matter how many times I watch mothers and children, it’s always a bit shallow if you don’t experience it yourself.

The Kingpin began to transform into a demon, and there was no need to continue observing.

Anderson failed to bring some courage to Kingpin, and Kingpin was not worth Oriel's effort.

The whole thing is simply that.

Archangels may be merciful when needed, but humans can be selfish and this is understandable.

As an expectant mother, Oriel needs to think more about her children.

"What follows is a grand miracle, everyone, don't blink!"

Constantine smiled hideously with his white teeth exposed.

Although he smoked continuously, his teeth were very white.

Come to think of it, either he followed the doctor's orders and had his teeth cleaned on time.

Or there is the corresponding magic that can do this.

The wound on his broken arm began to scab, but his expression remained unchanged.

Melinda looked a little nervous.

After running into trouble before resigning, Melinda realized her civilian career was pretty much over. ,

Resigning is also unlikely.

Without Nick Fury, the consequences of leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. without authorization are somewhat troublesome.

The current situation is better than taking a vacation.

"ha!"

Rumlow shouted loudly, and the hammer in his hand turned into the hammer of the ancestors again!

And Mocott's figure appeared behind Rumlow with a look of displeasure.

The soul of the ancestor raised the huge hammer, and then smashed it down with Imprius and the Kingpin.

Whether it's a demon or an Iprius, he wants to beat him.

And this is no longer such a big burden for Rumlow.

If you get some benefits, then you should bear the corresponding responsibilities!

Such as some sudden ideas of ancestors.

Fighting is better than suddenly craving for meat.

That is to say, Mocott is the kind with relatively few desires and requirements.

"Die!"

Mocott let out a war cry that penetrated deep into his soul!

The merciless hammer of ancestors falls again!

But he was blocked by Inprius holding a spear with one hand!

"Be careful, Mocott."

Imprius said this before using Solarion to pass through Kingpin's chest.

"This is just a messenger who brought Diavolo's letter of challenge.

As for Lord Sky Hammer, it seems to be of no use to Diavolo. "

Inprius said as he drew out his spear.

He raised his eyes and looked at Constantine with amusement.

It's fun to have a mental battle with humans.

Imprius wanted to know what else Constantine could come up with to impress him.

If he grew an arm, Constantine's current performance would not be enough.