On the streets of New York, under the endless flow of streets, the deep voice is drowned out by the sound of traffic overhead.

"You two wait here, I'll go get rid of those gluttonous guys."

The speaker was much taller than his companion, and his red skin stood out even in the dimly lit underground tunnels.

He wore a trench coat that was wide enough to be used as a tent for an ordinary person, leather trousers on his lower body, cowhide boots on his feet, a thick belt wrapped in six layers of cowhide around his waist, a huge revolver pinned to it, and various small pockets.

He was vulgar, if not ugly, with a red face, a bare top of his head, and two strange cylindrical protrusions on his forehead, as if something had been sawn off. The steel needle-like beard on the chin and the long hair at the back of the head are tied together and tied back in small braids, which seems to be a treasure trove for the little hair he has left.

His sturdy red pecs stretched his tight clothes almost explode, and his right hand was a few size bigger than his left, and the color was darker, which looked particularly incongruous.

He had a half-burned cigar in his mouth, and white smoke kept coming out of his mouth and nose as he spoke.

With a casual explanation, the red monster left behind its two black-clad companions and strode into the dark waterway, a thick red tail wagging wildly behind him.

The waterways were filled with the smell of all kinds of filth, an indescribable stench that made people sick.

The red monster frowned slightly, but still picked up the gun and moved forward without hesitation.

He knows what kind of monster is hidden in it, and even he has a hard time dealing with it, and the best agents in the bureau can only become food, not to mention that there is more than one in it, and no one knows how many there are... Well, that's not good news.

The clumsy and massive paws of the red monster stepped on the sewage, making a rattling sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent darkness.

"Damn, it's time for me to lose weight.."

The red monster muttered a few words in a low voice, and began to walk on the solid ground where there was no standing water, which made it more inconvenient for him.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from a distance.

The red monster snapped into alarm, his excellent hearing telling him that it was ahead, not far away, just a few turns away.

He raised the huge revolver in his hand, pulled the safety of the car, and prepared for the battle.

As we got closer, the sound of the rustling became clearer, it was indeed the sound of those things, and there was far more than one, they seemed to gather together, enjoying something.

"Are you having a doxxing party?"

The red monster's eyes became solemn, he cautiously walked over, those things were around the corner, he took a deep breath, raised his gun, and slammed out.

"Hiss."

What did he see?

He froze in place.

A handsome young man in a black robe, standing quietly not far away, smiling, surrounded by a group of hideous and ferocious monsters... Oh no, the word "arch guard" should be used, for the Samuel, who did not pick his teeth, were now like big dogs at the feet of the handsome young man, rubbing his ankles, tilting their heads, and flattering and making bursts of joyful barks.

And from time to time the young man threw out a large piece or two of meat, which caused them to compete merrily.

It was like the big boy next door teasing the dog.

The red monster soon set his sights on this mysterious young man, handsome to him with jealousy, delicate, elegant, and polite, standing in the midst of filth, but still feeling clean, as if this were not a foul-smelling underground sewer, but a fine dining room with blues music.

However, this eerie feeling was fleeting, and it was replaced by another, even more eerie feeling.

The red monster suddenly felt that under the beautiful skin of the handsome young man was an existence hundreds of times dirtier than these filth, incomparably dark and evil, and compared to him, those Samuel had also become beautiful big dogs.

"Oh, you're here.." When the handsome young man saw the red monster, he threw away the last stump in his hand, and while wiping his palm with a white handkerchief, he said as if he were greeting an old friend: "Hey, hellboy, hellboy... This is our first time meeting and it's a pleasure to meet you.."

Without hesitation, the Hellboy raised the revolver in his hand and emptied the entire magazine in one fell swoop at the handsome young man.

Loud gunfire echoed through the empty waterways, stirring far away.

But the baron's face soon became solemn, and his face was filled with holy water, lilac leaves, silver flakes, and white oak. 's special exorcism bullet, any dark creature will scream as miserable as a dead mother when it is shot, but when it hits the young man, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, without a trace of waves.

The young man shook his head in disappointment and sighed, "Haven't humans taught you etiquette in these decades?.. You're rude, boy."

"That's my politeness.." The Hellboy threw out a cold sentence, and then raised the pistol that had been reloaded again, but the young man raised his hand to him, and a large invisible hand seemed to appear in the void, holding him tightly in the palm of his hand, and he could not move at all.

"I'm sorry.." The young man spread his hands at him and said, "It seems that I want to talk to you well, but I can only use this way."

"Damn it, don't let me out.." The baron burst into a foul mouth, and the muscles on his body continued to bulge, struggling hard.

The young man walked slowly towards the baron, and only then did he see that there had been some distance between the young man's feet and the dirty sewage, and he was completely floating in the air.

The young man's gaze wandered everywhere on the baron's body, and finally rested on the cylindrical bulge above his head, and sighed distressedly: "Look how thin you have become... How weak your strength is, you won't grow up just eating chili sauce and crepes, you should learn from them."

The young man pointed to the Samuel who were grabbing the corpses on the ground and said.

"Bah, die, you bastard, bitch!"

The baron spat in the young man's face, but was stopped by an invisible force.

The young man didn't think anything of it, but his big invisible hand clenched tighter, and the baron screamed in pain.

"I have to say, you are really a disgrace to hell... They even made friends with humans."

The baron glared at the young man viciously, the same thing he had heard countless times from the mouths of countless dark creatures.

"Oh, I don't mean there's anything wrong with making friends with humans. To be honest, I also have a lot of human friends... They're funny, they're the occasional conversation with you, and, if you're hungry, they're delicious to eat, so it's really useful."

The young man said in a smug voice, and the baron's eyes almost burst into flames.

"But.." The young man's gaze fell on the baron, and he said mockingly, "Do you really think those humans regard you as a friend?"