"Well, it looks like there's no need to hack him to death directly."

Rumlow said casually, then slumped back in his chair, now looking more and more lazy, and no longer looked like an elite agent.

With the topic of ending for the time being, the plane began to officially land.

The helipad on the roof of the Hesin building is very spacious, and the blade is not going to cause any accidents.

The plane slowly landed on the rooftop tarmac of the Hesing's institution, and before they could get off the plane, someone came up to greet Steve and his party.

The Blade opened the door to the cabin, and the group jumped straight down.

After Matthew jumped off, the plane's cabin door closed little by little.

"It looks like this plane is quite high-tech."

Luke said casually, then tightened his grip on Jessica's palm.

The man who came to greet him was the old butler named Walter, who did not see anything irregular in his appearance, and was still so polite.

A white scarf was tucked into the pocket of the vest, and black hair was tied back with a healthy sheen.

The fingerless gloves on his hands are slightly conspicuous.

Compared with the previous time, the old housekeeper now looks a little more gloomy.

"Gentlemen of S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm Hesing's butler, Walter Brown. C. Denis, you can call me Walter. Because Ms. Intergulai is busy, I will take care of all the arrangements for you. ”

Butler Walter bowed his head and saluted the few people in front of him, then opened his left arm and pointed in the direction behind him.

"Hello, Mr. Walter, I'm Steve Rogers, and we're here to receive orders from the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and you should already know the specific arrangements."

Steve stepped forward to greet Walter, and of the few people present, he was the only one with a more positive image.

Besides, no one other than Matthew looks like a sociable person.

Steve's words made Walter's eyes widen slightly, and then he went back to his previous form.

But he kept his head down, so his changes weren't seen by anyone else.

Now Blade was constantly scanning the building beneath his feet, looking a little uneasy.

From the moment he stands on the ground, there is an emotion called fear in his perception.

Rumlow, on the other hand, was searching for the location of the Hell Baron, and for them, the half-blood demon of the Hell Baron was more worth caring about.

The breath of the devil is more important to the barbarian than anything else.

"Captain America? It is an honor to host you, and now please follow me to your room. ”

Walter was only slightly startled, then stopped moving.

This old man was not much different from Steve's age, but Walter had heard of his name when Steve was still fighting on the battlefield.

"Gone, Rumlow. And Luke Jessica and Matthew. ”

Steve beckoned to a few barbarian recruits behind him, and walked behind Walter towards the interior of the building.

The building is not very grand, just a simple and straightforward three-story structure.

The architectural style is somewhat dull and serious, which is very much in line with the architectural style of this part of the United Kingdom.

Steve didn't go out of his way to shout Blade, because this guy knew what he was supposed to do.

Blade lowered his head with a serious expression, just one hand resting on the gun at the side of his leg, ready for battle at any moment.

"I would venture to ask, there are vampires here! I'm not talking about the vampires, I'm talking about the real vampires! ”

Blade stood directly in place and asked Walter.

From the moment he hit the ground, he could feel the feeling of being drowning in blood.

This pressure had only been felt when he was partnered with the Midnight Vampire, so Blade was very uncomfortable at this time.

The feeling of meeting a natural enemy made his hairs stand on end.

"It looks like this gentleman is sensitive, and you may be sensing Miss Silas, who is our combatant."

Walter turned around and stood still before he began to speak.

It's as if nothing can interrupt his grace.

Of course, he knew that the most powerful vampire in the manor was not the immature girl Silas Victoria, but Accardo's presence was not suitable for this occasion.

Even if Accardo is not a weapon that must be kept secret, S.H.I.E.L.D. is not worth letting Hesin directly confess.

The cooperation between the two institutions is only a first attempt, and it is not possible to become intimate directly.

"I'm very concerned about the Hellboy, Mr. Walter, is the Hellboy also a guest in Hesing?"

The horse straightened his collar and took a few steps forward to ask Walter.

Matthew had personally dealt with Hellboy, so he was very familiar with this kind of atmosphere.

"Yes, Mr. Hellboy is also in Hesing, but he stayed here with some disrespect."

Walter glanced up at Matthew, then lowered his eyes again.

The Hellboy had been communicating with Accardo all this time, and there seemed to be some kind of friendship between the two non-humans.

This was a little strange for Walter.

"Alright, gentlemen, it's almost time for dinner, and I don't think we should be undignified to stand on the roof and talk about it."

Walter was visibly impatient, and his voice picked up a little tempo.

After saying that, he turned around and walked straight away.

Even though Walter's tone hadn't changed, Steve and they could understand what the old butler meant.

"Let's go, let's stay here and talk about it later."

Steve called out generously as the other members nodded at Walter.

The others gathered their curiosity and followed Walter.

"Five gentlemen and one lady, do you need five rooms or six?"

Walter asked as he led the way.

Hesing's rooms weren't small, but Jessica and Luke were always exuding a sweet smell, so Walter asked specifically.

This dozens of years old housekeeper thinks that he will not mistake the relationship between the two.

This question is difficult to answer except for the parties involved.

"Goken, thank you!"

Without waiting for Luke to reply, Jessica gave the answer directly.

"Then I will arrange a more spacious residence for the two of you, and please don't run around in the building, I don't think you want to have any unnecessary conflicts with Hesing."

Walter's distinctive voice was heard, and the others were noncommittal.

"If you need it, there is a small conference room at the end of this road, and you can also contact me from the phone in the house at 002."