Marvel's princess becomes king

Chapter 611 Hell Storm
Looking at these expressionless soldiers, even though John Wick had killed countless people, he was a little terrified at this moment, and he was even more inconceivable about the technological power of the hotel.

Directly instilling fighting skills, and these guys who don't look like living people, the hidden strength of the hotel is too powerful!
"Can you understand me?" John Wick asked, looking at the 150 identical biochemical humans behind him.

"Of course, sir, we are ordered to follow your orders."

"Okay! I need your team now, 20 people will create chaos in the front, and the rest of you will go behind and make a surprise attack with me."

"Yes, sir."

The power of the vampires will gain at night, but this kind of gain is just that, and it will not produce an overwhelming advantage.

Bella's original plan was that [-] cyborg soldiers would be enough, but now she has [-] cyborg soldiers in her hands, so she can be more relaxed in dispatching troops.

The troops were sufficient, and the cyborg soldiers also carried silver bullets and silver tactical straight knives. Even if it was a one-for-ten change, she would not lose money.

As the second hand pointed to nine o'clock, the biochemical soldiers scattered outside the large and small houses, nightclubs, casinos, car washes and many hospital morgues in New York City launched an attack at the same time.

John Wick and more than a dozen other elites led the attack on the vampires located on Wall Street. The vampires here are older and hide deeper.

At this time, John Wick hid in the dark, set up the sniper rifle, and then ordered the biochemical soldiers to attack.

"Who are you?!" The guard at the gate stopped them, his eyes looked a little red against the moonlight at night.

The cyborg soldier stabbed immediately, but the vampire guard's reaction speed was much faster than the cyborg's. He grabbed the cyborg's wrist, and then violently tore it apart.

"Puff..." a wave of milky white, milk-like artificial blood sprayed his face.

"What the hell is this?" Before he could figure out what was going on, the silver tactical straight knives in the hands of the other cyborgs pierced his chest, and the vampire guards turned into flying ash on the spot, which made people watching from a distance John Wick was surprised, are there really vampires in the world? !

He kept shooting at the vampires who were trying to escape, while the cyborg soldiers followed the input orders to attack in an orderly manner.

Cyborg soldiers have no emotions, don't know fear, let alone sacrifice, vampires can't, they are terribly afraid of death.

Fear of death has seriously affected their combat effectiveness. If they fail to display [-]% or even [-]% of their abilities, they are beaten back and forth.

This kind of scene happened in the streets and alleys of New York City. Bella used the tripod of all things, divination, and interrogation of vampire traitors to get more than [-] strongholds. Now they are attacked at the same time. Surrounded by explosions.

After losing the advantage of a surprise attack, the vampires also started to fight back. Biochemical people were constantly torn off their necks, milky white artificial blood flowed everywhere, and the scene looked particularly "evil".

Below a gorgeous building on Wall Street, as many outlying families were attacked and a large number of blood died tragically, some surviving family elders and fighters quickly gathered here.

The American media has always said that people on Wall Street are vampires. In fact, they are very correct. Some ancient secret party vampires live here, using the huge wealth accumulated by their families to participate in and control the development of the world economy.

Night was the most active time for vampires. At this time, a few well-dressed and gentlemanly vampires were standing or sitting in the hall to listen to their subordinates' reports.

Some vampire elders are yelling in weird British accents, while others want other families to top the tank and take advantage of it themselves.

Before they could come up with a solution, the door was pushed open with a "boom", and a tall, muscular vampire walked in striding in, grabbing a biochemical man with only his head left.

Several vampire elders frowned. The milky white, fluorinated carbon-based solution in the biochemical human body can replace the hemoglobin that transmits oxygen to the blood. This kind of artificial blood smells a bit pungent and weird to humans, but it is not suitable for vampires. Said, this thing is similar to stinky tofu, it smells so fucking bad!
"Idiot! What are you doing? Do you know where this is?" Several vampire elders shouted loudly.

The tall vampire was even more angry: "It's you who are stupid! You just sit here and study, have you researched anything? The enemy is about to kill here! Those humans should have been killed a long time ago, so that they are terrified , not the so-called economic control you idiots are talking about! Where is your control? Let me see!"

The hardliners among the vampires, that is, the younger generation, have long been dissatisfied with the dominance of the old vampires. These guys will never die, and the young vampires will never be able to take over. The contradictions between the two sides are extremely deep. burst out.

"Dickon Firth, remember your identity!" an old vampire snapped.

The other party did not retreat half a step, and looked at each other without timidity, as if they were looking at some life and death enemy.

An old vampire raised his hand and shot out a black mist. The smoke billowed and contained a lot of dark magic power. Dickon Firth knew the power of this spell and slammed the door viciously.

"Your Highness Hellstorm, we have been attacked, and now we need some help from our allies." The oldest vampire in the room, whose skin was like a mummy, said to the empty seat beside him.

A young man suddenly appeared on the seat. He had blond hair, blood-red eyes, and an inverted pentagram symbolizing Satan was drawn on his bare chest.

His appearance raised the temperature of the room by ten degrees instantly. Hellstorm glanced at the old vampire, and said in a hoarse voice, "We formed an alliance with the vampires to fight against heaven, not to help you fight."

Hellstorm's tone was full of dissatisfaction: "Look at what you have done? I warned you before, don't provoke that woman, and you promised me at that time!"

The old vampire said sadly: "It's just the private actions of some young people. They made mistakes, but they had good intentions. The ancestors acquiesced in their actions. We have a backup, but unfortunately we were destroyed by that passing human. Turning the topic back again, why are we so eager to increase our strength? Isn’t it for the final victory of hell?”

Hellstorm was laughed angrily: "Does Hell need you to do this? You are not willing to mobilize those so-called elites, playing tricks and cleverness. This is your ending today!"

(End of this chapter)