"Steve, are you sure it's a good thing to have Matthew alone?"

Rumlow was sitting across from Steve, looking a little odd.

In his left hand he holds a special cigarette, in his right hand a bottle of vodka, and on the table are a few pastries and two teacups.

Supposedly, it was almost time for dinner, and they shouldn't have acted rashly at this time.

"Helin has acquiesced in our approach, and while I hate to say so, we are here as S.H.I.E.L.D. men."

Steve took a sip from his teacup and said with some weakness.

Even if he and Nick Fury don't get along very well, now he still has to do it according to Nick Fury's heart.

It's not something that is scheduled in advance, it's something that will inevitably be done once you get here.

Helsing doesn't easily believe in their prowess, even if he's the famous Captain America.

And they will not entrust the leadership of the battle to Helsing, so if they want to get the leadership of the next battle, they have to use this somewhat troublesome way to decide.

Matthew is a good candidate, and among the current ones, Matthew has the strongest combat power.

Matthew, who followed Reccle to exercise, was only weaker than Rorschach, a gifted warrior, on the Holy Mountain.

At the same time, only Matthew is good at acting within the confines of the rules.

"I'm glad to have left the S.H.I.E.L.D. sequence at this time, otherwise it would have been my turn to think about these things."

Rumlow took a sip of his drink, then burped.

"I remember you weren't like this before, when you always had a straight face on your mind."

Steve looked at Rumlow in front of him and felt a little funny.

"People are always going to become, and it doesn't seem like a problem for me to be a little more comfortable since I left S.H.I.E.L.D."

Rumlow shook his head, then sat up straight.

"It's about to start, and I'm worried that Luke will get involved."

Steve glanced in the direction of Luke and Jessica's house, a little playfully.

"Don't look at Luke as a fool, but he's the chosen heir of the Mardoc ancestors, and he's smarter than you think."

Rumlow stood up, apparently going to rest:

"It's almost time to start, Matthew can handle it."

Rumlow left Steve's room after saying that, he was going to get some sleep.

"It's really troublesome, we shouldn't get involved in political matters."

Steve drank the tea from his cup, then picked up his shield and prepared for battle.

Although he still trusts Matthew, this place is Helsing's territory, and he will not pin his hopes on others to stop things.

……

Heathing's basement was filled with the smell of burned cigars, and the smoke made Matthew want to sneeze.

"Hellboy!"

Matthew had his weapon in his hand and placed it in front of him, ready to charge.

It wasn't that the Hellboy was hostile to him, but that the red figure sitting on a bench with a red wine was putting a lot of pressure on him.

It was not a question of good or evil, but of the thick smell of death and the chaotic feeling of millions of lives being melted together.

"You're, the warrior that day?"

The Hellboy was sitting across from Accardo, and his great reminder made him not much shorter than Accardo even when he sat on the ground.

Hellboy extinguished the cigar in his hand, and the cigarette butts and ashes piled up on the ground were already like small dirt bags.

He wondered if Matthew would be here.

"Who's that guy?"

Matthew's face turned to Accardo, who was looking at the Hellboy with an interested expression.

It would be more appropriate to ask the "acquaintance" of the Hellboy than to ask the dangerous guy directly.

"Him?"

The Hellboy turned his head to look at Accardo, and then naturally said to Matthew:

"Accardo, a vampire. But when did you get here? ”

Hellboy touched the sawn horn on his head and asked Matthew in some surprise.

He was impressed by Matthew as a warrior, who was able to take down the existence of Ghost Rider head-on, and also had the strength to defeat him head-on.

Matthew's appearance in Helsing would make him a little confused, but using his brain was not something he was good at, so he simply asked directly.

As soon as the words of the Hellboy were finished, Accardo's voice sounded directly:

"Oh? Can you sense my danger? It's kind of exciting......"

Accardo interrupted the exchange between the Hellboy and Matthew, shaking the red wine glass in his hand and saying inexplicably.

A pair of eyes hidden under orange sunglasses began to glow red.

"Accardo, you haven't said a word to me for so many days, why did you talk to him directly?"

Hellboy pulled out the last chocolate bar on his body and was unpacking it.

Accardo didn't answer Hellboy's question, just looked at Matthew with a somewhat cautious smile.

"So are you human! Tell me! ”

Accardo stood up directly, his long figure and aristocratic posture filled him with a strange beauty.

As he stood up, the aura of dangerous chaos began to envelop Matthew like a tidal wave.

"Monster!? Not a demon? Sin can't be said, but goodness is far from you! How many people have you killed! ”

Matthew's words were a little confused, and his tone even seemed to be asking.

His feet were already starting to exert force, and the muscles in his slender calves began to swell, and if it was necessary to fight, Matthew would be able to plunge the weapon into Accardo's body in the next moment.

"It's so good, you're so much like the man I remember, it's amazing! There are still such powerful human beings in the world! ”

Accardo's voice trembled, and the shadows on the ground began to flicker.

No one knew why he was excited, but the overwhelming momentum made Matthew wait.

"Who are you!"

The voice of the Blade Warrior appeared somewhat suddenly at this time, and the idea of fighting was dispelled in an instant.

He wanted a fight, a fight to the death with real humans.

But he also doesn't want to give a brute a repertoire on a shabby stage.

This brute is talking about the Blade Warrior!

"Half-breed crumbs? It's not the right time for you to come......"

A chill emanated from Accardo's body, and his mood was completely ruined.

I saw his white and slender hand pick up the pistol from the small round table on the side, and pull the trigger directly at the blade warrior.

"Bang!" With a thud, the bullet came out of the chamber, and it was split in half by the blade with the silver long knife on his back in the blink of an eye.

The bullet landed on the ground as if it had lost all power, but a crack appeared in the silver katana.

"Oh? Superb swordsmanship, I didn't know those brutes would learn this technique. ”

Accardo looked at Blade this time with no more utter contempt, but with a hint of appreciation.

Pure power may change due to bloodline and other reasons, but only technology, that is a thing that pays for nothing.

Even in the East, Blade's swordsmanship is enough to be called a swordsman's existence, and this strength has nothing to do with blood, only about talent and effort.

Accardo doesn't hate guys like that.

"What's your name? I'm interested in hearing your name, but I'm a little surprised that you can be in the middle of the clutter that has stolen the power of a true vampire. ”

Accardo's tone was condescending, and he would maintain a minimum of respect for humans.

It is the reverence of life for the half-dead.

But in the face of Blade, who is half of his blood-sucking bloodline, Accardo's respect is extremely limited.

So his tone was still on the high ground.

"Eric Brooks, who the hell are you?"

Blade's arm trembled imperceptibly, and the bullets fired from the special pistol were not comparable to ordinary bullets.

Cleaving that bullet was already hard for him.

Even at this time, he didn't say that he was proud of being nicknamed "Daywalker", and the crushing of that life level made him feel a long-lost fear.

You must know that even when he was nailed to the ground like a fork by Father Anderson, he did not have such a fear in his heart, and at that time he only felt that death was imminent.

And now this fear contained in his body made him feel so strange for the first time.

Blade is well aware of the advantages and disadvantages of the pistol as a weapon in short-range combat, and the Transcendents trust their bodies and cold weapons more than pistols when they encounter evenly matched opponents.

Accardo's fighting style suggests that he didn't take the fight seriously.

"The stump that stole my name doesn't even know who I am? Also, that big piece of garbage doesn't dare to pass on the truth.

Now I've had enough, if you want to fight, let's get started. ”

Accardo didn't sit back in his chair, but poured a new glass of wine and served it.

"Well, Matthew, I remember you were called by that name."

The Hellboy shouted at Matthew, and as for Matthew's name, he had already found it out from the channels of the Occult Investigation Defense Bureau.

He knew Accardo's horrors better than Matthew and Blade.

Although he didn't know why Accardo maintained a certain level of equality with him, he didn't want a fight in this place.

"What did you come to Hessing for? It's not like you're looking for me, is it? ”

The Hellboy didn't want to see the battle happen.

He knew well the level of Matthew's strength, which was indeed powerful, but compared to Accardo's horror, Matthew was like sand and gravel hit by the waves.

The battle with Accardo cannot be said to be a battle, it should be said to be a war that never stops to the death.

"We arrived here at the request of S.H.I.E.L.D., just to seek cooperation for the Hydra we might encounter next. Director Nick Fury should have spoken to your Ms. Intergula about this. ”

Matthew stood in front of the blade, whose body was shaking, and the weapons in his hands were placed at the sides of his body.

Anyway, Blade is also a temporary teammate with him, and Matthew's stance is very firm for this veteran of the Roaring Commando and a guy who doesn't feel any evil in his body.

Although he still maintains a fighting posture, this is much better than the previous posture of being about to launch a collision in the next second.

"Then, you can fight with Silas, if you win, then you have the right to act independently when the battle happens, and if you lose, you will fight according to Intergula's arrangement."

Accardo was eager to fight Matthew himself, and that eagerness came from the heart.

But if the battle really begins, Accardo is afraid that he will not be able to care about Intergula's arrangement, so he simply let Silas feel the power of the strongest in the human race.

Alexander Anderson, whom I met before, is also an opponent who can bring Accardo excitement and anticipation.

Celes is still too immature to even suck blood once since becoming a vampire.

Such a Silas is just a half-in Accardo's mouth.

"Silas, come down. Bring your weapons. ”

Accardo calls his "daughter" in a way that belongs exclusively to vampires, and this kind of paging from superiors to subordinates can transcend space.

Summoned to the call, Silas immediately moved into action with his large, specially made firearm.

Accardo's satisfied eyes were obscured by his orange sunglasses, but judging by his relaxed posture, he was pleasant.

"I said, why don't you leave? What are you waiting for? ”

Accardo spoke to Hellboy in a strange tone, slowly pouring the wine down his throat.

"The last time we met, you looked at me with a special look, and I was just waiting for an answer."

The Hellboy replied to Accardo in a serious tone.

He'd been in this basement for a long time, and he wanted to know the truth about his origins from Accardo's mouth.

For this reason, he is even willing to compete with an immortal species for endurance.

"When you know, you'll know, you're not qualified yet."

Accardo replied to the Hellboy in a somewhat perfunctory tone, and he didn't have any expectations for the Hellboy.

Even though the fully awakened Hellboy had the power to fight him, Accardo didn't expect that at all.

"Only humans can kill monsters."

This is the belief that Accardo has held to this day, and he is willing to surrender his life full of sin in the face of humanity, but he does not want to, and will not lose, at the hands of another monster.

"Mr. Accardo, do your words speak for Lady Intergula?"

Matthew stared at Accardo with blank eyes as if he could see each other.

That ever-present source of fear allowed Matthew to locate Accardo's location without any other means.

That eerie belief is full of fanatical beliefs, and that kind of love that is almost pathological and twisted.

Millions of emotions were rising from Accardo's body, and the shadow on the ground seemed to flash a red light!

"That's what she asked, Matthew. By the way, what's your full name? ”

Accardo raised his glass to Matthew:

"Are you going to try my collection?"

Accardo invited someone to drink with him for the first time, and his tone was full of anticipation.

"My name is Matthew Murdoch, thank you for your kindness, but I still can't, I can't get used to that."

Matthew finally let his guard down and slung his weapon to his waist.

Then he took out a clay pot from his backpack and opened the mud seal.

In an instant, a strong smell of alcohol filled the room.

Matthew looked up and poured down half a jar of spirits, which was a graduation gift from Ricco, and there were only three cans in total.

It was a gift from Bourkeso to Ricco who embarked on the journey, but unfortunately Ricco didn't have time to create a legend.

After receiving the gift, Matthew used his savings to buy three cases of vodka as a return gift for Ricco.

He then threw the remaining half jar directly to Accardo.

"Taste it, it's my most precious wine."

Matthew's body had adjusted to the pressure of the place, and with his performance, an aura of brutality and ruggedness began to spread out of his body.

Although it is not as strong as the momentum that Accardo unintentionally unleashed, it is enough to just stand here calmly.

"It was a pleasant surprise and reminded me of the old days."

Accardo took the liquor and poured it directly into his mouth without grace at all.

The liquor did not slip out, but all of it entered Accardo's stomach.

The burning sensation sent Accardo a long breath.

"I still care about the complexity of your millions of lives in one."

Matthew couldn't convey this emotion with his eyes, but he was able to express himself clearly in words.

"You'll know then, isn't that what you're here for?"

In the blink of an eye, Accardo finished the spirit, and the clay pot full of the smell of age was placed on the ground.

"You know what? Blood is the currency of the soul, and there is the blood of a strong man in this jar of wine. It's just a pity that his soul is not very complete, which makes this wine a little tarnished. ”

Accardo looked at Matthew in front of him with a smile and said something strange.

This wine was given to Reco by Bourquesso, and as Bourqueso's earliest work, his blood was present in it in order to suppress the somewhat disgusting taste of demonic blood.

Later, this practice was replaced by the springs of the High Heavens.

"I don't know about this, it was given to me by an elder who deserves respect."

Matthew had no interest in the matter.

Accardo was puzzled.

There was nothing wrong with the idea that blood was the currency of the soul, but the information he could read from this blood was extremely limited.

It's just a few fleeting images.

But that sense of soul fragmentation lingered, and he developed a mood called regret.

Accardo sensed that this must be a very troublesome matter, so he collected his expression.

A face as calm as a wax figure.

"Master, you called me?"

Silas appeared in the basement with the spear on his back, his blonde hair tied back and the small fangs at the corners of his mouth playful.

The Blade Warrior immediately looked at Silas, while Matthew didn't even turn his head.

He didn't need to visually determine the identity of the other party, and the fact that he couldn't hear the heartbeat at all already explained the girl's identity.

Bloodsucker!

But Matthew didn't feel the slightest sin in Silas's body, nor did he feel even the slightest sense of life mixed up.

Obviously, Accardo's mixed aura was just an exception, at least not every vampire was like that.

"This gentleman needs a fight, and I'm not very fit to shoot. It's up to you, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, as long as you can do it, you can do anything. ”

Accardo's magnetic voice rang out, and he pointed to Matthew's place with his chin.

It's not very polite, but no one cares.

But Celes didn't react for a moment.

Somewhat stupidly, she held out a finger and pointed it at herself, as if she were asking her "father" for confirmation.

"What is this lady called?"

Matthew asked Accardo, he was too embarrassed to ask such a cute girl.

"Silas Victoria! Get ready for battle, and start fighting! He doesn't need your hands and hesitation! ”

Accardo shouted Silas' name, answering Matthew's question.

Silas stood straight, like a child who didn't know why he was being reprimanded, and chose to do as he was told.

"Sir, I don't know your name, but be ready!"

Silas's loud voice rang out, and the spear on his back was already in his hand.

The long, somewhat excessively long firearm was obviously not something that ordinary humans could handle, and the thick caliber was almost a cannon.

Silas was full of seriousness, and Matthew was a little surprised by the resolute obedience that was desperate to get it.

"I'll do my best, but I'm not going to aim for your head and heart."

Matthew nodded at Silas and said earnestly.

"Yes, sir! I can't control the destructive power of firearms, so please be careful! ”

Silas had already aimed the barrel at Matthew, and the next moment he could shoot directly.

Although he has not sucked blood, his physical fitness belonging to a vampire has already played a role!

Even though Silas doesn't have strong melee abilities at this time, he can pose a powerful threat with his guns alone.

"Hah!"

Matthew let out a battle cry, weapon in his hand, and a furious charge at Silas!

Fighting vampires doesn't require a hand-holder, an attitude that has been transmitted to Matthew with an icy aura as Accardo speaks.

"Bang!" The sound of gunfire, countless times louder than before, echoed through the basement.

Matthew slammed his mace directly into the massive warhead, dashing through the flames from the explosion and stabbing the weapon into Silas's abdomen.

Then with a blow on his waist, he threw Silas up to the ceiling.

Matthew's body was covered with a dense circle of blisters, which were the high temperatures produced by the explosion of the elixir.

But Matthew didn't notice it, and turned his body in the direction where Silas was about to land!

"Bang!"

Another gunshot!

Silas adjusted his stance as he was thrown off the ground and fired another shot just before hitting the ceiling!