"Vampires, such a visceral thing that makes people feel uncomfortable."

Father Alexander Anderson stepped out of the halo of the page.

With his hands together, he grabbed the pages of the book and turned them into a Bible.

It wasn't so long ago that Mephisto and Constantine had been said goodbye, and now he was in the filthy sewers again.

A clergyman dressed in black lowered his walkie-talkie and saluted Anderson.

"We are all lambs and brothers, and all things are no different from being in the garden of my Lord."

With a hearty smile, Father Anderson looked at the clergy in front of him. Piety is Anderson's hallmark and everything to him.

Faith soothed the righteousness that was born out of his killing and kept him never going astray.

Although in addition to ghosts and monsters, he also hates heretics. But after all, he will be more tolerant when facing humans.

The swollen eyes on his face reflected the light, making him look much softer.

"Father Anderson, the Daywalker is being hunted by vampires, this time not the blood-sucking hazmath, but the kind we are paying attention to."

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

Anderson smiled and nodded, he always had a compassionate look towards the believers of the Lord.

He had heard the name of the Daywalker, and while he admired the demi-human's actions, he still didn't like half a blood-sucking stubble.

After the clergy retired, only Anderson was left standing still.

"Killer", "Decapitated Detective", "Regenerator", "Angel Dust", "Father Sword".

These are the nicknames of Alexander Anderson, who always kills all enemies with a bayonet, and is the trump card of the Vatican's so-called thirteenth section.

Fighting the enemy full-time is the task of the 13th Section.

The number of betrayers who have been branded as traitors has acted contrary to God's love for all mankind, regardless of good or evil.

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

Everything that goes against God's will is a "traitor", but the thirteenth branch never regrets it. They are the sharp sword of the church, against all enemies.

Compared to those mystical magic, Father Anderson is better at bringing death to those enemies with his own hands.

He even thought that after he died, he would rather go to hell and continue to fight with those demons until all the demons were killed.

Whether it's the blood-sucking splendor represented by the Daywalker Blade Warrior or the Bloodline legend that began in Akkad, for Alexander Anderson, they are enemies that must be addressed, and he has no mercy for these guys.

At this moment, not far from the direction he was facing, the Blade Warrior was running quickly, and the Yang Valentine behind him had already made him think of no good way.

None of Blade's attacks had any noticeable effect on the guy, neither the garlic concentrate nor the anticoagulants could make the guy show even the slightest sign of interfering with his movements.

He even began to wonder if he was dealing with a vampire or not. In the previous fight, the silver blade did not have any immediate effect, but left a wound like a normal knife.

And that guy doesn't seem to have the supernatural recovery of a vampire.

But now he could only flee quickly, doing his best to save his life.

"Demons, after all, are not worthy to feel the mercy of the Lord, nor to sleep with the Lamb."

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

His bayonet is the embodiment of the pages of the Bible, and he has as many weapons as there are pages of the Bible.

Then two bayonets staggered in front of him, transforming into the image of a cross

“Amen！”

As Anderson chanted, the figure of the blade appeared directly in Anderson's field of vision.

The Bible was scattered into countless pages, and the pages were shining with a golden glow with a hint of flame that filled the entire drain.

The place had become a cordoned off environment for Father Anderson, and all the enemies could not leave the place without his permission.

The moment Blade saw Anderson in front of him, his heart twitched violently.

Then gritted his teeth and tried to get out of here.

"Even if it is good, it is not an apostle, but a serious sickness thirsting for blood, waiting only for the glory of the Lord."

Anderson's figure looked like it was shaking only slightly.

The corners of his mouth grinned in a hideous arc, and his originally kind face was even more terrifying than the hungry ghost in hell at this moment, and even that clear anger made Blade directly lose consciousness.

The Blade Warrior had four bayonets stuck in his body at the moment when the two intertwined, and he also had a huge cross scar on his chest.

The blade warrior's hands, wrists, and soles of his feet were pierced by bayonets, which were blazing with flames and crackling meat.

The wounds on his body, along with the blood he was spraying, only left some blood stains on the hem of the priest's clothes.

The pendant of the cross that hung from Father Anderson's chest was rocking from side to side.

The body is still in the same posture as before the move, as if it has not moved at all.

"Die, demon!"

Anderson's figure slowly walked in the direction where the blade was running, the bayonet in front of him was placed at his sides, and his hands were slightly raised, ready to fight at any time.

It looks like the clouds are light and the wind is light.

The person who had previously conducted the vampire investigation had told him about the mission of the trip, to rid him of the strange vampires in it.

Protect the existence of humanity and destroy the enemies of the Church. One is his task, this time if it weren't for the fact that there were no other people in the thirteen branches nearby, it would not be his turn to make a personal move.

Blade is not a pure-blooded bloodsucker after all, and 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, then he is free.

The Light will completely burn the part that belongs to the bloodsucking fragments, and the rest will be a complete human being.

As for that Jan Valentine, there was no way to save his life under Anderson.

Anderson's strength is beyond the scope of human beings.

Although he is still human, he can no longer measure Father Anderson by human standards.

His devout belief and belief in defeating the hungry ghosts even in death made him stronger.

……

"Tony, sleep."

Pebo coaxed a groggy Tony like a child.

A hand gently stroked Tony's hair, her body exuded a maternal glow, the kind of love that can only be shown when no one is watching, making Pebo look beautiful.

The two of them didn't remember at all that the place they were in now was not their own private space.

Outside, Rumlow and Bourkeso's gossip was almost over, and for a moment they couldn't think of anything to continue on.

After a period of silence, Rumlow finally couldn't hold back.

"Why did you choose to give me a chance and watch that veteran die?"

Rumlow remembered his previous self and was a little concerned.

Speaking of which, the veteran may be much more decent than he was at the beginning.

"Your chance was not given to you by me, it was given to you by Talik and Mokot, and I really planned to knock you to death at that time."

Bourkeso felt a little sleepy, his eyes slightly closed, and he said casually.

There is no need to hide such things.

"I don't quite understand."

Rumlow glanced at Tony, who was sleeping soundly in the room, and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Do you think that when you end your salvation, you will no longer be burdened with the blood of those who died?"

Bourkeso 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 Bourkeso's mouth.

Rumlow knew very well that his blood debt would not disappear because he made up for it.

It's like a nail nailed to a wood, even if it is removed, it will leave a hole, and sometimes it is done, which is unjustifiable and cannot be repaired.

As he learned more about the barbarians, he understood that the aura on his body might be even more ugly than that of the Constantine.

After all, he had never done anything good before this.

"I don't think so, I probably need to do more, just ......"

"It's just that you don't know what to do, because the world is not yet your turn to sacrifice, and you don't need to do anything for those victims?"

Bourkeso interrupted Rumlow somewhat roughly, and did not give Rumlow time to defend himself.

"That Bucky, he has a little bit of goodness in the corner that has been overwhelmed by sin, and he is probably more upright and kind than you."

Bourkeso picked up the bottle and blew on it.

"But it's like when I tried to kill you, Tarik and Mocott stopped me, and no one stopped him when the kid inside was doing it."

Bourkeso has always disliked the empty argument of fatalism, if everything is destined, then everyone will lie on the ground and do nothing, and see if fate wants everyone to starve to death during this time.

"I didn't intend to stop him, and I didn't intend to save him. He was just a stranger wrapped in sin. ”

"But I can't save him."

Rumlow shook his head.

His vial had just been poured into Casillas, and before the vial could be filled with potion again, Bucky was completely out of breath.

"That's his choice, Rumlow."

Bourkeso glanced at Rumlow.

Can a guy who is far more physically fit than the average person die immediately after being hit by a pistol in a row?

Unless he has no will to survive himself.

"Steve's performance wasn't quite right."

Rumlow glanced at Tony, who was vomiting in the room, Tony had drunk so hard that he was now regurgitating.

Pepo was gently tapping Tony's back, and the disgusting sound of vomit falling on the ground made Rumlow take a look.

"The rules of death in this world are not strong, and it is strange that the soul of death will go through heaven and hell before going to death."

Bourkeso said casually.

The death of this world is like a girl who has existed for countless years, but has no idea of her own power, responsibility and power.

She has authority, the rules themselves, but she never seems to take her authority seriously.

It's just there, let the rules work on their own.

Immature and innocent.

"So there is a chance that the dead will be resurrected?"

Rumlow grinned, he thought he had thought of a good joke.

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

When Bourkeso made a move on Nick Fury, he found something like the stand-in.

It's just that the barbarians can hurt the soul that makes Bourkeso not care about the stand-in.

The resurrection doesn't seem to be so unusual.

"If that guy comes back to life, are you going to give him a chance too?"

Rumlow smiled.

"Rumlow, you know, that's not fair!"

Bourkeso gave Rumlow a deep look. Barbarians advocate justice and uphold fairness.

They have never plundered the good by their strength, and even if they have taken the spoils of war, it has been from the enemy.

"You got your chance because of Talik, who has already paid the price for you. And that Bucky, not yet. ”

Tarik convinces Burkeso that it is not on the face of his and Mokot's two ancestors, they swear to the Holy Mountain that they will be at the forefront of the next battle, even if their souls are broken and their glory is lost.

The Holy Mountain will not disappear, and the vows will remain there until they are completed.

Bourkeso couldn't understand why Talik had done this, and he couldn't figure out why Mokot was involved.

But it was because of the oath of the two ancestors that Bourkeso retreated.

And whether it is Luke Cage or Matthew Murdoch, they are kind people themselves, and the kind of unwavering justice in them makes them directly recognized by Bourquetso.

After passing the test of the Holy Mountain, they were also directly taught by the ancestors of the other barbarians.

Rumlow is different, no ancestor will accept him except Talik, not even if he is a genius.

And Jessica Jones, now she's ready to pay the price under Orak.

Like that Bucky, this girl has a sin in her body that she doesn't want to be tainted with.

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

For Jessica Jones, the death rate of Orlac's trial is more than ninety percent, and even if that chance is one percent, Bourkeso doesn't really want to give it to her.

A person who will be immersed in pain and escape is better to let her sleep more comfortably.

If it weren't for the injuries Jessica had barely paid a price, Bourkeso wouldn't have given him a chance to die.

It just so happened that Orlac wanted an heir for a while, especially when Maddock would always show off Luke Cage's stupidity.

"So he died once, is it a price?"

Rumlow was testing what Bourkeso meant.

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

Bourkeso threw away the empty bottle in his hand and sliced open the portal.

Tony Stark, a playboy who completes his revenge.

There are no evil deeds, and it is not without good deeds.

Bourkeso didn't care.

"Let's go, Rumlow, it's time for you to spend some time with Talik."

Bourkeso had to go back to the Holy Mountain to see if that Casillas was saved.

He didn't know what kind of disobedient disciple this Gu Yi said was.

It's like the ancestors always warned the barbarian recruits not to be too reckless and to be cautious, but the recruits always forgot about that.

These guys are also considered disobedient.

As for Casillas, it can't be a boring script that comes into contact with taboos in order to prove himself.

"I'm going to team up with Luke to go to the secret realm first and try what it's like to fight as a team."

Rumlow followed Bourkeso into the portal.

……

Steve rides his motorcycle, following = behind Coulson who is driving and Hawkeye and Iron Rider who are riding in the car.

A veteran who has been asleep for fifty years and has just woken up not long ago, you can't expect him to know the location of a new base.

Steve hadn't even turned the city much now.

When Steve goes to see Coulson, he happens to meet Melinda, who is going to take a vacation time, and he uses his personality charm to convince Melinda to go on a field trip with him.

Then I ran into Barton, who had just come out of the infirmary.

So this time the operation was the four of them together.

Although the captain without a shield is much weaker in frontal combat, he is not completely incapable of fighting.

A combat mission, after bringing Hawkeye and Melinda, is almost on hand. Coulson is not a drag bottle, and he is always on the field, and he can be considered reliable in combat.

"Captain, what is the content of this mission?"

Barton was sitting in the back seat of the car, wiping his bow and arrows in his hand.

Although he is also proficient in things like throwing and swordsmanship, none of them can be multi-functional like arrows.

Hawkeye hasn't been with the captain for long, and he can't tell that the captain is not in a good mood right now.

Bucky's body has been sent to the Tahiti Project's lab, and it probably won't take long for him to come back to life.

But this did not prevent the captain from expressing concern about this.

Melinda and Coulson were quietly doing what they were doing.

"Support the Roaring Commandos, Wolf Warrior and the Mummy have lost contact with the base ahead."

Steve still told the mission objectives.

It's not very detailed, but the message Nick Fury gave him isn't very detailed.

"Captain, there are two people running towards us in front of us, and eleven soldiers are behind them."

Coulson reported on the unexpected situation ahead.

"One of those two is the legendary killer Daredevil John Wick, and the person next to him is very similar in appearance to him, and it is suspected that he is the son of John Wick."

His car wasn't as high-tech as Nick Fury's, but it wasn't far behind.

There are still abilities such as detecting the environment in front of you, at least to be able to observe the situation from a distance.

John Wicker's image is actually very conspicuous, and for an elite agent like Coulson, that face is definitely not unfamiliar.

While most of the killer-related matters are handled by the police, these legendary killers will always ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to send personnel.

After all, the police are not very strong in terms of combat effectiveness.

Who made the most combative department in the beautiful country the tax bureau, even those bastards who sell powder go to file taxes immediately after washing their income.

Otherwise, in the face of the elite troops in terms of taxation, they will only be worse than messing with the police.

Coulson didn't say that the soldiers were dressed as if they were the products of the Third Reich, after all, the Third Reich had been around for a long time. Moreover, describing the other party's clothing will not affect combat effectiveness.

When they see each other, they can find out about this kind of thing, and there is no need to say it.

It's a big deal to find out the answer to this question after the battle is over.

Naturally, it was John Wicker and Konstantin who ran in front, and the attrition of that squad was that Konstantin used the distance he ran out to draw a magic array, which was similar to that of a grenade.

However, his magic was not the cause of the enemy's attrition, but the effect of the faint sunlight that had become fading after the suit had been blown apart.

It was John Wick who dragged the somewhat dazed Konstantin to run together.

"Prepare for battle."

Steve directly began to give battle orders.

After all, there are basically no idle people on this road, and the gas station that I passed just now is the last place to change the road.

Everyone he met now was basically an enemy, after all, the image of the wolf warrior and the mummy was very distinct, and Coulson would definitely not recognize them if he saw them.

"Getting out of the car, using the vehicle as cover, Patton went straight to free fire.

Coles and Melinda ducked behind the car and waited for each other to reach your attack range. ”

Steve parked his bike directly behind the car.

Coulson gritted his teeth and flicked his car "Laura" and drifted to a stop in the middle of the road.

The three agents got out of the car with their heads down, trying not to see how many of them they were.

Although this small measure cannot make much difference, after all, the number of people will be exposed immediately when the battle is officially engaged, but it can have a little effect.

"Captain, do you want to do it directly?"

Barton hesitated, a squad of eleven could be wiped out before they could get close to them.

As a long-range strike elite, he has this self-confidence.

But he didn't even do the investigation, and he hesitated a little to do it directly.

"Our enemy may well be Hydra. If they solve the wolf warrior and the mummy, their combat effectiveness must not be underestimated. ”

Steve couldn't figure out why the killer showed up in the area with his "son", but the soldiers were clearly chasing them.

Nick Fury didn't tell the captain that he had been killed by John Wicker because of the hit-and-run.

This kind of thing is just too weird, and it's not important news.

"Okay!"

Barton pulled out an arrow and put it on his bow, ready for battle.

Coulson and Melinda hid themselves behind the wheels to avoid revealing their presence by exposing their feet.

John Wicker and Konstantin in front saw the car crossing the road in front of them, and Konstantin shouted out of kindness:

"Don't get out of the car, wait for us to pass!"

He planned to get into the car and immediately let the owner turn around and run.

After all, these guys are clearly not human, and he doesn't like to provoke.

It's not like he's never seen a vampire, but it's the first time he's seen this kind of soldier-like vampire with such powerful tactical literacy.

The old-fashioned wooden-handled grenade was thrown alive for about 300 meters, and when it exploded behind them, he almost choked to death from a puff of smoke.

The vampire shards he'd dealt with didn't have that level of power.

Konstantin didn't need to think about it to know that he was in big trouble.

"Damn, I can't get close to them in this environment!"

John Wick hugged the dog's carcass and complained.

The Daredevil's most powerful ability is to approach his target without knowing it, and then assassinate him at close range.

It's similar to the Italian legendary killer's fighting style, and it's all about fighting skills that are close to the target.

Stealth and the like are what they're good at.

But how did he lurk on this wide road, run to the side of the road and dig a pit to bury himself?

"I advise you not to do that."

Konstantin was out of breath, and his physical fitness was not good.

After such a long period of pursuit, he was about to reach the limit of his body.

Now even Mephisto's doppelganger can't mobilize the power of hell, and he, a psychic mage, can't find a demon from hell to beat him up.

"Those guys aren't human, can't you see that?"

Konstantin said a little flirtatiously.

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

John Wicker hugged the dog's carcass high.

With constant running, his dog will always slide down a little.

"Trust me, they're not on the same level as the ones you've seen."

It's not like vampire Konstantin hasn't seen it before, the last time he saw it, he had a beautiful night with a beautiful vampire.

Then turn each other into a beautiful firework to make the night even more beautiful.

The guys this time were completely different from what he had seen before, at least the ability to hunt them down for so long, and even maintain a neat and consistent pace, was not something that those vampire bastards could do.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow flew past Konstantin's ear, causing the curious fellow to turn his head to look.

Then he immediately used all his strength and began to run.

John Wicker didn't even turn his head, he just accelerated.

Konstantin saw that after the arrow pierced the head of a vampire, the vampires began to speed up.

John Wicker sensed the danger in the dark and accelerated directly.

"Damn, what are those?"

Hawkeye swapped an arrow from the quiver behind him, and in his experience, neither the superpowers nor the vampires could be ineffective in the event of a head injury.

But these guys completely exceeded his expectations.

"What's wrong?"

Coulson asked, it would be better to know this kind of information about the battle earlier.

"Those things are definitely not living people, no living person can go unreacted with an arrow stuck in their head!"

"Whoosh!"

As Hawkeye spoke, he let go of the bowstring, this time the arrow wasn't the same ordinary thing.

Then the soldiers scattered among themselves, avoiding the shot of this arrow.

Bows and arrows do have penetrating power that pistols can't match, but they are really not as fast as firearms at long range.

The soldiers of the Third Reich found that the other party was shooting even though they saw that ordinary bows and arrows were ineffective, so it was the right thing to do.

Sure enough, the moment the arrow hit the ground, it exploded.

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

While such an explosion does not kill them without hitting their bodies, a torn suit can.

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

"These guys are elite troops, probably stronger than Rumlow's Einsatzgruppen."

Hawkeye speaks of his discovery.

These soldiers fought in a much better way than any of the elite soldiers Hawkeye had ever seen, and they had collected a large number of elite S.H.I.E.L.D. troops.

"Are you sure?"

Steve asked, crouching at the rider.

"It's hard to say, but if they want to come, they will inevitably lose their staff."

Hawkeye said the bowstring in his hand was loosened again.

This time, his arrows flew past Constantine and John Wick, and then immediately dispersed in the middle of the flight, like the hammer ball cannonballs used to hit masts in medieval naval battles.

Wide-area attacks are not so easy to dodge.

At the moment when the arrow was scattered, the bow and arrow in Hawkeye's hand shot out again!

The bow and arrow with the sound of breaking the air were nailed squarely into the chest of a soldier who was stumped by chains, and after a burst of explosion, the other party directly reduced the number of three.

In addition to the one that was directly killed, the other two foreheads were blown up by fragments of frontal arrows that cut through the protective clothing on their bodies, and turned into a handful of flying ash in the afterglow of the sun.

"Damn, they're vampires!"

This extremely conspicuous pattern of death reveals the identities of these soldiers.

"They have the soldiers' uniforms of the Third Reich on them! Damn it's definitely Hydra's human hands! ”

Steve gritted his teeth.

"Coulson, are your doors bulletproof?"

Steve asked directly.

"Bulletproof! But dismantling ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Steve opened the door, shot at the connection, and then forcefully broke the connection between the door and the body.

"Those guys are coming to range and we need a striker to attract fire."

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

He was also a veteran who had come down from the battlefield, and even in his memory, he had just finished the battle and did not have much time.

The feeling of battle is still there, and it's exceptionally vivid.

Steve rushed out of the car door, stunned Constantine.

"Why are you fighting! Isn't it good to take us and run directly! ”

Konstantin shouted at Steve, who was rushing in his direction.

Konstantin spoke loudly, he was ready to grab the car as soon as he ran to the position.

These people were clearly acting in conflict with the soldiers, but he Konstantin didn't!

When the arrow from Hawkeye exploded, he found himself in a whirlpool, but he still wanted to run.

His instincts told him that it wasn't going to end so easily.

John Freelance, on the other hand, had a completely different idea.

He was going to ask the people there for weapons when he ran to the back of the car.

If he had weapons, he would be worthy of the soldiers!

The legendary killer's reputation is not something to be defended, but his dignity is something that cannot be trampled on.

Steve rushed past Constantine with the door in his hand, and then pressed forward with his center of gravity and his head down.

With the "shield" in hand, he can tear through the opponent's firepower net as long as he rushes forward, and Hawkeye has proven his ability.

These guys will be wiped out.

"Coulson, control it as soon as these two people pass!"

As he passed by, Steve made sure that Konstantin and the two had no weapons on them.

And they must know something about being hunted down by these soldiers!

At this time, it didn't matter if Coulson's existence was exposed, after all, the other party didn't know that the person who shot the arrow was Hawkeye Barton.

With that, Steve finally rushed into the range of the opponent's attack.

The old submachine gun is also starting to swallow tongues of fire!

The bullets clanged into the car door, and they couldn't stop Steve's charge!

The door was much bigger than his shield, and even his legs were protected.

The arrows in Hawkeye's hand began to fire one after another.

This time the arrows had a jumping electric glow on them.

When Steve was about to engage in battle, it was not a wise move to use an explosion.

The shockwave affects the rhythm of the captain's charge.

But electric shocks can make those guys lose control of their bodies.

Even if those guys don't need brains to control their bodies, their muscles will contract under the stimulation of electrical currents, which can still have the effect of hindering their movements.

Steve slammed into the nearest soldier with the door, and then Steve felt a force no less than his feedback from the door.

Steve leaned down, tilted the door, and flew the enemy in front of him, just as an arrow hit the soldier in the head.

Steve tore the soldier's hazmat suit and watched as the guy turned to ashes in the sun.

Konstantin and John Wicker finally got to the back of the car, and Coulson and Melinda pointed two pistols at their heads.

"Daredevil, why are you in this place! There can't be anything at the end of the road that interests you. ”

Coulson was the first to ask, and it was a little strange for John Wicker to appear in this place.

"Someone killed my dog, and I let him die. By the way, give me a pistol, and I can be considered a combat force. ”

John Wick sat on the ground and let out a deep breath.

And Konstantin squatted on the ground, looked at Melinda with a gun pointed at him in front of him, and took out a cigarette and lit it casually.

"Those guys aren't ordinary vampires, at least not the most common ones."

Konstantin looked at the barrel in front of him and gave up his intention to grab the car and run.

Konstantin, who had dealt with all kinds of existences, could feel the aura of the few people in front of him who were born in some secret institution.

It's like the "I Think" Rumlow I met before.

Konstantin took a deep puff of his cigarette, most of the cigarette butt was burned directly, he took off the cigarette butt and put it on the ground, reached out and drew it on the ground with ashes.

He couldn't summon demons, but a small spell that could tear through those vampire suits could still be made.

Hawkeye's arrows flew at a rapid pace, and the roll call on the vampire soldiers was soon completed.

Then Steve took the opportunity to quickly take out the three vampire soldiers closest to him.

At this point, there were only four vampire soldiers left.

Constantine's magic circle had been drawn, and a large hand that appeared to be made of smoke and dust appeared beside Steve, pushing a vampire soldier who had just regained his mobility to the ground.

The reason he didn't do this when he was being hunted down before was because he had at most controlled one or two enemies.

The other guys had guns he couldn't resist.

Not even John Wick could protect him from casting spells without weapons.

"I really don't like using magic if it doesn't have to."

Konstantin shoved the remaining bit of cigarette butt back into his mouth and took a puff.

"By the way, I seem to have seen a guy like you last time, what is Rumlow's ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Coulson's gun trembled. Melinda was a little more relaxed.

"It doesn't look like you have a good relationship with him."

Konstantin chuckled.

After Coulson learned about Rumlow's actions, although he was grateful to this brave guy, he also had a huge ill feeling towards Rumlow.

There are not a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents killed by Rumlow's own hands, and a large number are being treated in hospitals.

Steve directly crushed a vampire soldier under the car door, and stood on top of it, controlling the guy.

"How the hell did these vampires come to be?"

Coulson got straight to business.

Hawkeye shoots the last arrow in the final quiver, tearing a gaping hole in the last vampire soldier's hazmat suit.

All but the one who was under Steve's control were wiped out.

But before Steve could open his mouth to ask this guy, this guy directly burst out of his body with a burst of dark blue flames and turned into ashes.

In the end, there was no further news.

Although it was a good thing to know that Hydra had such vampire soldiers, Steve was still uneasy.

After all, none of the Hydra guys he had recently come into contact with looked loyal to the Third Reich.

Even the Red Skull of the year had a falling out with the Third Reich.

Now he is facing these guys with weirdness everywhere.

"How do I know, I just saw him sitting by the car holding the body of the puppy, and went over to ask."

Konstantin did not tell Coulson what they had to say about Mephisto.

Maybe this is Konstantin's tenderness for ordinary people, and he doesn't want too many people to be involved in the whirlpool he is in.

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

After all, there is such a thing as a vampire that can be explained by science, like some kind of mutation or something. But demons are the realm of complete mystery.

Not every agent can solve problems by "thinking" like that Rumlow.