Chapter 175: Hellsing's Destruction Plan (1)

"Understood."

Tobaruca, who is always paying attention to his demeanor, has a habit of being called "handsome" by others, and the mustache on his lips and the exaggerated aria-like tone also play a role. At first glance, this is indeed a cynical middle-aged man from the United States.

But if you really want to delve into his habits and life, you will find that the means and tones that can be exaggerated are only to satisfy his inner rebelliousness and anger.

The hand in his pocket finally reached out, and he kept playing with the deck of cards in his hand, as if he were a skilled gambler... Ha, that's exactly what happened, but every time he used it as a bargaining chip, it wasn't money, but lives flowing with delicious blood.

"Are you ready, Aru?"

The brown pupils had locked in the direction of the manor, and this ancient castle, paralyzed by the quiet atmosphere, was destined to set off a terrible bloody storm.

And the person standing behind him still maintained a silent attitude, compared to Tobarucain's arrogance, he was quiet as if he was not a living person, even if it was about to usher in a bloody battle, he only raised his head slightly, revealing the pair of red eyes hidden under the cloak!

… Silent, but firm.

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Today's shift is Gerrard, who is in charge of guarding the main gate.

Because it was a night post, compared to the daytime, the vicinity of the manor was gloomy and dark, as if some demons and monsters were constantly writhing in the dark... Don't get me wrong, he certainly wasn't scared of what it was to see.

As a soldier specially transferred here from the special forces. Battle-hardened and well aware of his responsibilities, he is not overwhelmed by his own assumptions - the mansion is always eerie and terrifying, and since he is a member of Hellsing, he is ready to fight monsters.

The AK in your hand is not an ornament! If something really comes out, he'll have to let him taste the bullets first!

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Yes, with such a belief. Every gatekeeper of Hellsing is dutiful to protect the safety of this manor, but things in the world are so responsible, not just what you want to do.

-- In real life, there is a wall that belief cannot be overcome, and its name is "ability."

Even with his unrivalled ambition and strong will, in the face of the power that far exceeded the limits of human beings, in the face of the overwhelming power of vampires, Gerald could only capture a black afterimage with his own eyes. Then there was the salty and suffocating sensation coming from the throat...

He subconsciously put his hands against his throat, but unexpectedly touched some slippery liquid, he experienced the battlefield, experienced life and death, he quickly realized something, but it was too late... His pupils dilated, and before he had time to wipe away the crystal tears, Gerald gradually lost control of his body, like a heavy piece of rotting wood. Crashed to the ground.

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Enemy attack!

The last reminder to his comrades-in-arms can only turn into a silent sigh, forever lost in the dirt and remorse.

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This. It's just the tip of the killing feast.

Taking advantage of the bright night, the ruthless intruders have already begun their work. For Tobarucain, who pays attention to efficiency and posture, this method of destruction for the sake of destruction is not actually to his liking, but since the object of the hunt is the famous Accardo, these small grievances can naturally be suppressed temporarily.

The personnel covering the attack had temporarily destroyed all means of communication between the building and the London headquarters, and waited until the other side reacted and sent in reinforcements. It would take at least two hours, and in that amount of time, all they needed to do was to destroy as much of the Hellsing headquarters as possible, and destroy any living resistance that came their way.

Whether it's a trash with a gun in their hands and can't do anything, or a monster from the abyss ready to devour someone. Their responsibility is to destroy the target until it is completely silent, and to collect all the objects and data involved in the battle, and turn it into a thin piece of information in the Major's hands.

That's right, that's what they do, simple and crude.

In the cold night, the vampires, who already had an absolute advantage in physical fitness, became more terrifying and powerful, and the pitch-black phantom kept jumping in the manor, and all the sentry posts that were secretly arranged were shredded by the elegant cards in Tobarucain's hands... In the lonely night, the only thing that can be heard is the "rustling" footsteps and the muffled grunt of pain that sounded from time to time.

Is this the Hellsing that shocked England?

The corners of the "handsome guys" smiled with undisguised contempt, and these wastes seemed to be no better than the self-righteous hunters they had exterminated over the years. They would just hold their guns and shiver around the corners of the wall, as if they could really save their lives... Stupid extremely, isn't it!?

It seems that the previous accident made "Millennium" overly nervous, and he actually sent him and the monster around him to come over in one go...

Even the doors of the headquarters have been blasted open, and in this case, they still have not encountered any decent resistance... But that's just the combat power is really disappointing.

"This one, that one, isn't there a more decent guy?"

The machine guns hidden on both sides of the main hall could not cause any trouble to the intruders, and in an instant, the heads of the resistors were shredded by cards and hand knives, and the red blood and white brain contents that belonged to the unique human beings flowed to the ground, and the whole composition was full of strange horror.

"I'll go find Accardo, and Aru will go and kill the director of Hellsing."

Sensing the existence of the "basement", Tobarucain opened his mouth to make arrangements, after all, the leadership of this mission was handed over to him, and the beast's head was obviously not too good... Probably in the process of research and development, the thinking part was omitted, and the intuition of battle was simply retained.

The black shadow with red eyes nodded, indicating that he agreed with the distribution of the former, and in the blink of an eye, he set off an even more exaggerated storm of flesh and blood at the other end of the passage...

"Tsk..."

Tobarucaine was not interested in such a tasteless and graceful battle, and looking for the vague smell, he felt it step by step in the direction of the basement.

The legendary vampire king Accardo! If it was that man, it would be a little fun... (To be continued......)