"Hello, this is a private area, please return."

The doormen of the Hesin institution have been replaced, and the members who died before have been properly housed.

Now these soldiers are seconded from the M11.

Although these are not the main combatants in the M11, even if they are only some reserves, they can still be used as security guards.

So when facing Casillas, he dutifully fulfilled his duty and stopped Casillas.

"I'll find someone, please help me inform Rumlow, and if he's not there, inform Matthew as well."

Casillas regained some of his normal feelings, at least now he didn't feel like a stunned puppet.

Kanuk's correction seems to have been pushed too hard.

"Okay, please wait."

The doorman called the communications room, and Casillas waited only a few moments before being welcomed in.

The doorman sent him straight to Matthew and left.

Casillas spoke directly to Matthew about the situation on the Holy Mountain.

And, he's here to help.

He didn't know exactly what he was going to help, anyway, it was nothing more than cutting people, what difficult things could a group of barbarians do?

Is it difficult to engage in scientific research?

At this time, two more uninvited guests came in front of Hesing's door, and the conversation that had happened before came again.

Because the doorman had changed, they didn't know who Konstantin was.

Konstantin looks like a man, but he just doesn't do much of what people are supposed to do.

What he could do and couldn't do, he basically did it all over again.

The guards are still doing their job with all their hearts, blocking these visitors of unknown origin.

"I think you can contact your superiors, I'm not a suspicious person, and this priest next to me is Father Anderson from the church, the kind with a license. He has no shortcomings other than not paying taxes. ”

Konstantin was a little worried that Anderson would just pull out his bayonet and rush in, and Anderson didn't have a good opinion of Hesing.

Especially since the last time he saw Accardo, his killing intent has become a little difficult to suppress.

So Konstantin directly began the introduction.

"Sure enough, only Hesing, an institution with the power of vampires, can contain the existence of demons......"

Father Anderson's mouth had already begun to crumble, this guy was even crazier than Constantine when he faced people in the "enemy" category.

Fortunately, he didn't pay attention to the introduction of "paying taxes", the church actually pays taxes, but Father Anderson's thirteenth section does not do such things.

It's not normal for the agents of divine punishment to have to go out with tax returns, especially since their identities have to be kept secret.

If you pay taxes in your own name, what kind of identity is hidden?

"Let them in."

Intergula walked to the other side of the gate, dressed in a sword practice outfit that she had planned to take a break after the practice.

After all, having a blood queen in his home will still bring a lot of pressure, and the scenery in Haixin's manor is not bad.

As a twenty-three-year-old young woman, Intergula also relaxes her nerves.

Exercising, then relaxing, and then getting to work is the rhythm of her life lately.

Just as she walked here, she saw the figures of Constantine and Father Anderson, and simply ordered the doorman to open the door.

"This time is an exception......"

Anderson whispered, and then walked in with the collar of Konstantin's trench coat.

He has no respect for Intergula.

After all, the church did not ask him to go to Hysin to fight Accardo, and specifically told him not to conflict with Hashin.

"This is Father Anderson, and he's here to see Nevi."

Konstantin was tugged by the collar, and his whole body leaned forward in the direction of Father Anderson.

But he didn't forget to introduce his friends to Intergu.

"I know him, and I hope Father Anderson will be a little restrained, and to get to know the specifics, and come to my office when you meet Nevi."

Intergula nodded, she herself had an appreciative attitude towards Konstantin.

After all, she is also a person who has experienced despair, so she has a somewhat good impression of a "hero" like Konstantin who is on the verge of danger.

But she wasn't going to work with Konstantin, after all, no one who knew Konstantin would make such a choice.

Perhaps becoming a hero is what many people aspire to, but no one wants to be a victim in the face of danger.

Dead heroes don't get credit.

"Nevi is in the innermost room on the third floor, if you need anything you can go in and ask Walter."

Intergula walked to the side of the building without looking back, and she had to clean up her manners so that she would not lose her proper dignity for a while.

"Intergula, don't let me find out what Helsing did not do, the power of the church is gathering."

Anderson didn't mind leaking such a little bit of church news.

The armed forces belonging to the Church all over the world have already begun to act, and he has no intention of hiding it, after all, it is not something that can be hidden.

At least S.H.I.E.L.D. has long found out about this, and the transfer of normal people can't hide from the eyes of the agents.

"Cut."

Intgula let out a disdainful sound and walked away.

Accardo, who was drinking silently in the basement, looked up with some amusement.

Anderson's presence doesn't hide his perception.

"Rumlow, you seem to enjoy staying with me?"

Accardo shook his glass and said casually to Rumlow, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him.

"I just want to feel your breath so that I can play normally when I need to kill you."

Rumlow poured a bottle of gin into his mouth, which Helsing had purchased for them.

After all, these barbarians are basically drunkards, and I have to say that the way of education on the Holy Mountain is obviously a little wrong.

"Oh? Then I'm really looking forward to it, that Matthew should be stronger than you at that time, right? ”

Accardo's eyes behind his sunglasses glanced at Rumlow in front of him, and then placed the wine glass in his hand on the small table.

"Yes at the moment, but I'll be stronger than him soon."

Rumlow took a sharp sip of his wine and continued to look at Accardo in front of him.

He didn't mind admitting that he was weaker than Matthew now, there was nothing to hide, and strength and weakness were not something that could be changed by boasting.

"How much do you know about Hydra?"

Rumlow didn't hold back the question after all, and asked directly.

After becoming a brilliant barbarian, his patience was much less than before.

If this had been when he was still an agent, he would have found something to pave the way for the next question.

"You ask me this? Then you might as well ask Captain America who is talking on the phone on the rooftop, he was facing the Red Skull back then. ”

Accardo grinned, his affection for powerful humans was a bit strange indeed.

"Only humans can defeat monsters" is a phrase he always says.

He wanted someone to be like Van Helsing.

Perhaps this vampire has always hoped that he can end up at the hands of humans, but he will not directly send him to death to achieve his long-cherished wish.

"He probably doesn't know as much as you do, after all, you've been alive all these years."

Rumlow put the empty bottle beside him and said casually.

It wasn't long since Steve had been awake, and he probably didn't know as much as Rumlow.

"Accardo!"

Father Anderson's roar was heard outside the basement door, and the burly priest kicked open the basement door and immediately dragged Konstantin down.

"I said, can you let go of my collar when you go down the stairs, I don't need this kind of help, after all, I'm healthy now, and I don't need a moped."

Konstantin's heel slammed down the steps, and just by listening to the sound, he knew that he was not feeling well.

With the back collar being pulled, it was difficult for him to walk normally.

"Isn't this Konstantin?"

Rumlow said with some curiosity, and a simple sentence brought a huge amount of mental blow to Constantine.

Just one sentence of "I am thinking" broke through his strong inner defense.

"Don't say those three words again!"

Konstantin slipped himself out of his trench coat like a fish, rushed in a few steps in front of Rumlow and roared loudly.

"What?"

Rumlow looked at Konstantin in front of him with some amusement, helped him straighten the collar of his shirt, and then left the basement directly.

"Accardo, I'll talk to you again, I have a big account to settle with Hydra."

Rumlow left without looking back.

Teasing Konstantin was a bad taste that suddenly rose up in him.

Accardo was left to look with interest at Father Anderson, who had rushed to his eyes, still with a smile on his face.

"Anderson, is there anything you can do?"

"I'm here to ask you about Nevi. Of course, it would be nice if I could kill you before then. ”

Anderson grinned at his teeth, and the Bible in his hand turned into several bayonets between his fingers.

"That's great, but I probably don't have time to fight with you right now, so you'd better go and complete the mission of the church first, after all, you are a 'priest' and you have to obey the church's arrangement."

Accardo's words were mocking, and he took off his glasses and wiped them in his hands.

Talking face-to-face with Anderson fogged his glasses.

The heat of his life made Accardo feel a little nostalgic, but it also made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Are you underestimating me?"

A cold light flashed across Anderson's glasses, and the bayonet in his right hand turned back into the page, but an old punch slammed directly into Accardo's face.

"I'm just telling you a fact."

Accardo fell with his strength, but in the next moment there was only one fallen chair left on the ground.

Accardo's fist slammed into the bridge of Anderson's nose in return, and the round-framed eye shattered in an instant.

Father Anderson also fell straight upside down with great force.

Konstantin cautiously walked to Anderson, who was lying on the ground, took his trench coat from Anderson's hand, and slowly put it on his body.

"Alright, your conversation should be over, we should talk to Nevi."

Konstantin said shyly.

Anderson stood up sideways, then without saying a word, picked up the shattered glasses from the ground and hung them on the bridge of his nose again.

"Next time, next time! I'm going to kill you once and for all! ”

Anderson's mouth and nose were spurting hot air, and bursts of light were gathering on him, and this time Accardo's face changed somewhat.

"Maybe you can do it, but you'd better not come alone."

Accardo's voice was barely audible.

He remembered the time when this guy Van Helsing led several strong men who also stood at the pinnacle of humanity to nail him in a coffin, and the feeling of relief made him nostalgic.

Van Helsing, as the founder of the Helsing institution, did not live long.

Although he was a human being, he could vaguely see this light on Van Helsing at that time.

It's just that the light on Van Helsing's body is not very obvious, but the divine aura is somewhat similar to the current Anderson.

"Expect the time when we are enemies, and when the time comes, you will end your senseless existence in my hands!"

Anderson gave Accardo a deep look, and then walked to the basement entrance alone.

"Why, you're going to talk to me too."

Accardo's body appeared in its original position with a bloody light, calmly sitting on the chair, holding the wine glass and shaking it carefully.

Konstantin didn't see how Accardo lifted up his chair at all, but he wouldn't delve into such inconsequential details himself.

After all, he didn't need to face the monster Accardo, of course, he also had some small means to deal with the threat, but it would have to pay a teammate as a price.

……

"You're saying we can't do anything right now?"

Casillas slapped the table and shouted at Matthew, he had finally come down from the sacred mountain of Harogas not to live a leisurely life.

Now his thirst for power may be even stronger than Matthew's, after all, his goal is to stand in front of his teacher and prove that he no longer needs to seek power.

"Not really, you can go and see if Blade's side needs your help, he came back last night covered in injuries, but luckily there are enough blood bags here in Helsing. Should I say that it really deserves to be a professional vampire breeding facility? ”

Matthew said casually, then nodded his face at Silas, who was standing in the corner a little shyly.

Casillas was also distracted by Matthew's movements, and it was only then that he noticed that Silas had a somewhat different aura from that of a human.

"You mean that little girl is also a vampire?"

Casillas rubbed his chin and glanced at Silas, but he didn't see anything.

Silas hadn't sucked blood even once since she became a vampire, and she still had half of her human breath left on her body.

"Yes, I'm a vampire too"

Silas smiled when he heard this, revealing a small tiger tooth that was shining on one side and nodded.

"I thought vampires would、What do you say? It's a little more terrifying, like the ones in New York with their hideous mouthparts. ”

Casillas was a little uncomfortable, he had seen the jumbles of vampires, so he thought that real vampires should be the kind that scared people to death.

He thought that Silas standing there was just a staff member of Hesing, and he didn't even think about vampires.

It's also that the aura on Silas's body is too harmless, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the kind that a simple girl has.

"If you want to see the horror, you can go to the basement."

Matthew picked up the mace on his waist and said casually as he wiped it.

At that time, the aura of Accardo was still imprinted in his heart after he was freed, and although he couldn't see Accardo's appearance at that time, it was enough to satisfy Casillas's imagination of vampires.

"Less, I really won't see a gentleman in a tuxedo when I go to the basement?"

Casillas continued to look at Silas standing in the corner, and said with suspicion.

"Then you may have met Helsing's butler."

Matthew said without looking up.

"Gentlemen, is there anything I need to do now?"

Walter appeared directly in the small conference room as Matthew's voice fell, and although he didn't have much affection for the people from S.H.I.E.L.D., he was still impeccable in terms of etiquette.

Old-school Britons have always had an unusually paranoid about manners.

As for why it was just right to be here, it was because Matthew pressed the bell calling for service after seeing Casillas.

Hesing's overall structure is not bloated, so most of the time Walter himself is in charge of affairs.

"Hello, Mr. Walter, we have another companion, and we have to trouble you to prepare a new room to live in."

Matthew may have been affected by Walter's performance, and he even hung the mace back on his waist before speaking slowly to Walter.

It's just that the British accent is somewhat nondescript.

"Sir, if you wish, can you live next door to you?"

Walter asked habitually, and only after seeing Matthew nod his head did he make the next move.

He gave Silas a look before leaving, and then left the conference room to arrange a place to live.

"So what are you going to do now?"

Matthew picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"Plans? By the way, I'll have to find Rumlow, the Talik Ancestor has something to do with him. ”

Casillas looked at Matthew drinking coffee slowly, and took out a piece of brown bread and crunched it.

"How did you leave the Holy Mountain still nibbling on black bread? Are you trying to bite off two loaves of brown bread in a split second with gums next time? ”

Rumlow pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in, looking at Casillas with a look of disgust.

Matthew pushed the delicate pastry in front of him towards Casillas, and took a newspaper to cover his face.

Although he couldn't see his expression, Casillas thought he must be snickering.

After all, the newspapers were shaking.

Silas, who was standing with nothing to do, was thinking about what it would be like to bite off two loaves of black bread with his gums, when his brain fell into fantasy and his expression was a little glazed.

"Did Ancestor Talik say when he wanted me to go back?"

Rumlow ignored Casillas, who gritted his teeth, pulled out a chair and sat down directly, then put his feet directly on the table and shook against the chair.

"Didn't say it!"

Casillas wanted to say "immediately" for a moment, but after being educated by Kanuk, he could speak faster than he could think.

It's all a habit, after all, after a little thought before answering, Kanuk will give a toppercut on the grounds that "this is not your first thought".

He doesn't lie and is silent now.

Matthew trembled even more at this time, and the newspapers that blocked his expression were torn out of a crack.

"Puff~"

"What are you laughing at!"

Casillas slapped the table vigorously and shouted at Silas with a twisted face.

"Nothing~"

Silas turned his head and whispered.

The newspaper in Matthew's hand was completely split into two parts.

Rumlow clasped his hands behind his head and said as if he were daydreaming:

"Then it's not a big deal, I'll go back again in the evening, maybe I'll have time to go around the secret realm."

Rumlow's words interrupted Casillas' face.

"Well, how do you do it by biting off black bread with gums?"

Silas whispered, she was too curious about it.

During this time, she always listened to Rumlow's conversations, and knew about the black bread that could kill people.

Matthew even took out a sample for her to experience the hardness once.

"I'm XXXX!"

Casillas' hand slapped on the table a moment before it was blocked by Rumlow with his foot.

Casillas had enough force in his hand to send the table downstairs, and in order to avoid any trouble, Rumlow chose to block it.

But it still made the chair under Rumlow scrap.

"You pay for this chair yourself."

Rumlow shifted his position and continued to slap the posture of a street runner.

"Puff~"

"What are you laughing at?"

Casillas felt like he was about to grasp the talent of Furious Fury, his whole face flushed red, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I'm sorry, I'm still curious."

Silas turned around and smiled hard in the corner, his shoulders shrugged.

"Casillas, what do you think will happen to you if I tell the Ancestor of Kanuk about this?"

"It's going to be used to demonstrate the gums and bite off the black bread!"

Casillas did not restrain his newfound instincts, and directly yelled at the outcome he would face.

It was still in that angry tone.

By the time his mind realized what he had said, Silas' laughter was completely out of control.

"I think S.H.I.E.L.D. should send all the agents to be interrogated to educate the Kanuk ancestors, in this case no one should be able to keep secrets, this is simply better than spitting elixir."

Rumlow looked up at Casillas, whose whole face was beginning to turn purple, and said.

"If they do, then the agents will be gone."

Matthew made up for the way the lurking agent was questioned.

"Where are you from? Why should you join us? The leader of the criminal organization asked.

"S.H.I.E.L.D., to investigate your criminal record." The interrogated agent replied thoughtlessly.

"Bang!" A corpse on the ground, and the leader's ghost-like expression and disdainful spat on the corpse.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are all of this level? How did they become secret services and not be terminated? The leader turned around with disdain for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Matthew shook his head and threw the image out of his mind, then took another sip of his coffee.

"Why don't you drink anymore?"

Rumlow pulled out a bottle of wine, and before he could uncork it, Casillas snatched it.

Then Casillas directly bit the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

"Is this the bite force of a person who can bite off black bread with his gums!"

As soon as Silas suppressed his smile and turned back, he saw something like this.

"Poof! Click! I'm XXXXX!"

Casillas sprayed on the ground before he could swallow a sip of wine, and the bottle in his hand was directly crushed.

Matthew tossed the two pieces of newspaper in his hand aside, and with one flying he pressed Casillas to the ground, his arm wrapped tightly around Casillas' neck like a large python.

"Matthew, you've been holding me back! I'm not XXXXX today! ”

Rumlow, who was on the side, rolled his eyes and stood up, took out the larger-than-human sledgehammer from his backpack and aimed it at Casillas on the ground.

"Casillas, are you sure you want to make trouble here?"

Rumloby gestured at the angle of the hammer in his hand and said in a somewhat mocking tone.

"Rumlow, be careful not to hit me."

Matthew's arms naturally turned into a rear-naked choke, sending Casillas' head out.

Of course, he didn't intend to stun Casillas, so there was still a little space in his arm.

"Which side the hell are you on?"

Casillas shouted hoarsely, but he was no match for Matthew in sheer strength.

The whole person writhed around like a worm.

"We are on the side of justice."

Matthew whispered close to Casillas' ear.

Rumlow shook his head, pulled another bottle of liquor from his backpack and placed it beside Casillas.

"Alright, the joke has been made, now let's get down to business. The details of those vampires have been clarified. ”

Rumlow put away his weapon and sat down at the table in the same position that Nick Fury used to maintain.

I have to say that putting my hands in front of my jaw is really intimidating, as long as I don't look so harmless to humans and animals.

“XXX！”

Casillas broke away from Matthew's control and cursed angrily.

Then he picked up the wine bottle and restrained himself from opening the cork in a normal way, stuffed it into his mouth and poured it violently.

"Where are those guys?"

Matthew slowly patted the non-existent dust on his body and said as he straightened his clothes.

"I'm on my way to London, who knows when it'll be."

Rumlow shook his hand and said, he had heard the news from Steve, who was still upstairs talking to Nick Fury.

"Don't tell me the specific goal, just tell me who to cut!"

Casillas slammed the empty bottle on the table and shouted.