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Putting away the shotgun, Bai Shuo took out a black bottle, and after Shi Shiran unscrewed the bottle, he slowly poured the silver nitrate into the wound on the vampire's waist. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Zolin's desperate eyes, Bai Shuo pulled out packets of polished silver powder from the space and carefully and carefully splashed it on her body.

The anger in his heart was like an unquenchable fire, burning his sanity, allowing him to destroy the body of the monster under his feet inch by inch for the rest of the time.

Three minutes later, all that remained at Bai Shuo's feet was a foul-smelling pile of ashes, and there were traces of someone once struggling desperately.

At this point, all the vampires who invaded the Hellsing building were destroyed.

The wound on the shoulder has healed, and the circulating 'Tibetan Mandala' has stopped with the breaking of the connection.

Bai Shuo now felt that every cell in his body was about to be burned dry by the fiery force that slowly subsided.

Raising his head and drinking the three tubes of the potion to restore his strength, the strange taste made him want to vomit.

Looking at the unrecognizable corridor, Bai Shuo sighed: "I'm such a good person, I helped hlelsing again." ”

Twice for Hellsing, he got rid of the invading enemies, and he didn't collect any money, and Bai Shuo felt that he was really a good person.

What is the spirit of a foreigner, without any self-interested motives, who regards the cause of the British people as his own? This is the spirit of internationalism, this is the spirit of communism, and every reincarnation has to learn this spirit...... It's weird.

Before fighting those strong people, he had to understand how far he was between himself and them.

The strongest monster Alcatel, the strongest human Alexander Andrewson, and the werewolf captain who never showed specific combat effectiveness in the original book...... How big is the gap between him now?

In this case, Lieutenant Zorene-Bruz is a perfect benchmark, and no matter how you kill it, there will be no psychological pressure.

Another reason lies in Alcatel's bloodline: Silas Victoria.

If Zorene is allowed to follow the plot and let Silas fall into despair, drink the blood of Pernard, and evolve into a complete vampire - then things will be completely closed.

Although it was hot, Silas would never sit idly by and watch the battle between Bai Shuo and Alcardo, and if she intervened, the battle with a low chance of winning would be said to have no chance of winning at all.

So, whether you want to or not, this good person still has to be a good person.

Tapping lightly on the wall, Bai Shuo said to the end of the corridor that had been silent for a long time, "There is no need to be silent any longer, Mr. 'Cowboy'. ”

Behrnard, confused by the constant strange sounds, finally poked his head out, and instead of seeing the vampire army preparing to attack, he saw an acquaintance who had a good relationship.

"How is it possible......" he took a breath of cold air: "It's all over?" ”

"As you can see." He spread his hands: "The business 'suit' is sometimes the uniform of a vampire hunter, just like the 'cowboy' is sometimes a mercenary. ”

Anyway, nonsense and no money, Bai Shuo smiled: "It's better not to let the young lady behind you come out." ”

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled weirdly, "I'm 'sensitive' to vampires. ”

He didn't bother to talk to others, and he didn't have much to say anyway.

As a savior, he pits a car from Pernard and continues to devote himself to the great mission of 'saving London' under the reverent eyes of the mercenaries.

London's is burning.

Under the attack of the vampire army, the city has groaned and is about to die.

Countless vampires descend from airships and spread death.

Kill the elderly, kill the middle-aged, kill the young, kill the child, kill the man or the woman.

Kill all living things.

Bombs, gunpowder, grenades, and iron-fisted rockets reduced monuments to ashes that had been piled up with money and art.

From Big Ben to Westminster Abbey, anywhere else that has the slightest hint of war or art, it's all destroyed.

Tearing flesh from corpses and sucking blood, the vampires held fresh flesh above their heads with bayonets and cheered to the rhythm of the explosion.

Forcing the terrified crowd into the alleys, smiling and shooting, stabbing people's bodies with blades and cutting off their heads.

The sound of the body shattering and the blood flowing is a subtle and compact drumbeat; Bullets flying out and bursting are loud gongs; The screams turned into melodious music.

It's a symphony called war, and it enchants the monsters who are immersed in it.

At this moment, London has finally turned to hell.

The living die, and the dead are 'revived' by the saliva and sucking of the vampire, turning into only devoured ghouls in their brains.

The monsters created by the monsters screamed meaninglessly in their throats, and they rose from the pool of blood in droves.

They wriggled their mutilated bodies, contending with each other's flesh and blood, converging into a vast mass of corpses that roamed London.

Choose the people and eat them.

"Eat your sister!"

Like a raging beast, the jeep roared and crashed through the corpses, crushing all those who dared to appear in front of him.

Bai Shuo held the steering wheel in the driver's seat, and lit a cigarette with a cigarette that he didn't know whose it was with the lighter he 'brought' from the mercenary.

Listening to the muffled sound of the engine, he slammed into the crowd of corpses with the apparently high-end cigarette in his mouth.

The ghoul's blood smeared the front of the car with a disgusting liquid, and under Bai Shuo's crushing, the group of corpses that had long since died finally fell apart.

From Mayfair to Green Park......

Everywhere you go, the citizens are in hell, and London's top brass is plunged into chaos and turmoil by moles.

Overnight, London was already doomed to hell.

In the channel of the radio, suddenly there was a noisy voice, and a hoarse voice recalled in the channel: "All the soldiers ......"

After thinking for a while, Bai Shuo stretched out his hand to adjust the channel and turn the sound to the maximum.

I'm afraid this is the plot in my memory, right?

He listened to the general's last voice.

"This is Lieutenant General Peywood of the British Special Command Headquarters for Security Assurances......"

By the time he pronounced his name, he seemed to be on the verge of losing strength.

“…… I am here with the belief that it can reach someone. Soon this place will fall......"

There was a sound coming from the channel that seemed to be banging on the door, and the voice gasped for a moment, as if laughing: "The monster is going to be there soon, on the other side of the door." ”

"I'm here, giving a final order to those who can receive this news......"

Without the cowardice and uneasiness of the past, this slightly obese middle-aged man finally showed an attitude that matched his status when the enemy was about to kill him.

Fearless and relieved, he leaned back in his chair, looked at the detonator of the entire command bomb in his hand, and said, "Resist and complete the mission." ”

Listening to the sound of gunfire outside the door, holding the detonator in his hand that had died with the enemy, the usually cowardly man suddenly laughed.

No fear of death.

I don't know why, Bai Shuo sighed and turned off the radio in the car.

Navigating the wrecked road, he suddenly looked up at the flames that suddenly rose into the sky far away.

Pewood still died after all, not at the hands of the enemy, but chose to die together.

No longer a mediocre, talentless waste lieutenant general, he has an end that matches his identity.

Suddenly, Bai Shuo turned the head of the car and rushed through a huge gap in the corpses, and hurried in the direction of Regent Street.

If time is right, a threat should be eliminated before the decisive battle comes.

Communication between the monsters spread from radio station to radio station, and the vampire lurking in the shadows followed the black express vehicle, smirking and reporting on the radio channel: "Intergula Van Helsing has been spotted, moving towards the headquarters on Regent Street." ”

"Capture it...... Capture it ......"

……

"Intergula Van Helsing is on the move...... Changed the high-speed movement of the streets, conveyed to the soldiers in the vicinity...... Pursuit! Pursuit! ”

"Integula Van Helsing is a man...... Repeat the pursuit! Capture! Capture! Capture! ”

At the command of the radio, the vampires who were hunting for food gathered and galloped through the night.

Black shadows gathered from the darkness and pools of blood chased the black vehicles.

Sensing the monster trailing behind him, Intergula sped up, and the bulletproof car bounced off the bullets fired from behind and sped up.

In the middle of the night, a chase begins.

In order to cut himself off, Walter, the butler, chose to face the strongest of the enemy's 'Last Brigade', Lieutenant Werewolf, who had no chance of victory.

Then his life can't end so simply at this moment, and being killed by this kind of monster that has never been in his eyes is the most ironic ending.

She stepped on the accelerator and scurried through the dark streets, the sound of bullets clashing behind her.

At this point, the vampires finally showed their speed as monsters, and their two legs alone were enough to catch up with a speeding car.

Looking at the sinister vampire outside the car window, Intergula sneered and suddenly turned around, slamming the two vampires who were approaching from both sides into the other street.

And at that moment, the sudden lights pierced through the window and illuminated her eyes.

On that street, a running jeep slammed forward like a monster!

With a hideous killing intent, the vehicle that was rampaging through the corpses crashed in its direction, the familiar model, which was clearly a modified bus of the hellsing mechanism!

Even if Intergula was already in sight, the car did not slow down, but let the engine let out a roaring roar.

Coming to the onslaught of Intergula, the jeep picked up speed! It's like a monster running wild.

In the final moments, the two cars staggered by, and Intercula could see that the familiar man was smiling at him in the driver's seat of the car.