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SHIELD has never been a benevolent organization.

A living person can be used for human experiments, let alone a mere vampire?

Especially Nick Fury, he can sacrifice anyone.

A vampire who has been hiding for so many years in order to kill his lifelong enemy.

Resolutely shows up to hunt down the captain.

There's no guarantee that he won't create more vampires during his years of lurking.

How to distinguish vampires from normal people will be a top priority research topic.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Fury considered the situation in Hell's Kitchen and said to Barbara:

"Let the people over there continue to monitor the fighting situation in Hell's Kitchen, and then notify the police team to go in and maintain law and order after it is over."

"Also, always pay attention to the movements of the good priest and notify me immediately if you find out."

"Yes!"

After receiving the instruction, Barbara turned and walked towards the door.

After she left, Fury fell into deep thought again and unconsciously touched his chin.

"It seems that tonight is destined to be uneventful..."

Fury muttered to himself, and the office fell into silence again.

at the same time.

On the balcony of a luxury villa.

A woman with long hair and a white dress, with a mask on her face, could not see her face clearly.

The cold wind was biting, but she didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all.

Just looking at the dark night sky, from time to time I would pick up the red wine glass in my hand, shake it for a while, and take a sip.

Next to her stood a young man wearing a long khaki windbreaker.

Judging from his thin body and sallow skin, you can tell at a glance that he is someone who often lacks exercise.

The woman turned her back to him, not knowing what she was thinking.

The young man looked at her back with extremely complicated eyes, and he was also thinking about some issues.

"Have you figured it out? Hannibal King."

The girl finally spoke.

The girl's voice was as sweet and sweet as an oriole coming out of the valley, but the words she spoke were cold and devoid of any warmth.

"I... haven't thought about it yet, Lilith."

Hannibal came back to his senses, looked at Lilith standing in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then answered her question.

It's just that there is some lack of confidence.

Hearing his answer, Lilith said nothing, as if she was not surprised by the answer at all.

He put the red wine glass aside and turned around, looking directly at Hannibal, as if he was looking at a piece of rotten meat.

When Hannibal saw the look in her eyes, he suddenly felt a sense of irritation in his heart.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions.

"I want to find Morbius."

He watched Lilith make her request.

"Do you think you are qualified?"

Hearing Lilith's words, Hannibal's brows knitted together, he pursed his lips, and ultimately said nothing.

Lilith looked at him with eyes suddenly filled with ridicule and disgust.

"Hannibal, you are a loser. I really don't understand. How on earth do you survive until now?"

Lilith's tone was full of disdain.

After hearing this, Hannibal clenched his fists suddenly and looked at her with gritted teeth.

"Since you are a chess piece, you must do your duty as a chess piece!"

Lily stared back without fear.

The two people's eyes intertwined, and the air seemed to be filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, making people feel a suffocating depression.

"I see."

Hannibal finally gave in and lowered his head.

"In that case, then do as I say. Dracula's resurrection cannot be delayed without delay."

"Mobius, you don't have to worry."

"Finally, contact Blood Baron and ask him to come back and stop being embarrassed outside."

Lilith turned around again, leaning on the railing with her elbows, looking at the scenery outside, showing a trace of obsession.

But her tone was still extremely indifferent, as if nothing could excite her.

......

As time passed by, the heavy rain gradually stopped.

When the hands turned and reached twelve o'clock at midnight, the streets of Hell's Kitchen had become a mess.

Countless ordinary people seem to be inspired by the most primitive desires.

They all took out various weapons from their homes and started killing each other.

The evil in their hearts makes them not hold back at all.

This also caused many innocent people to die unexpectedly, and the scene was chaotic.

But in this chaotic place, there is actually a peaceful place.

It's the only church in Hell's Kitchen.

At this moment, the church was filled with panicked people, like a pile of shivering quails.

Father Paul is extremely busy at the moment.

He comforted frightened people and helped treat the wounded. A series of things made him miserable.

But he seemed to enjoy being so busy.

Of course, there are many people who saw this tragic scene but did not choose to join in, and could suppress their inner desires for the time being.

Instead, he quietly and quickly packed up his gold and silver and fled Hell's Kitchen.

Some people don't want to wade into this muddy water, while others want to take advantage of the situation and make a fortune.

All in all, there are all kinds of mentality in Hell's Kitchen.

Countless corpses fell to the ground, and the smell of blood filled the entire street.

More and more people gathered here.

Some people are holding bombs, some are holding machetes, some are holding guns...

No matter what profession it is.

They gather here.

Some people had excited smiles on their faces, some were livid, and many were ashen.

They are all looking forward to reaping a huge profit tonight.

The fighting here is really fierce.

They were like a tireless machine, burning, killing and looting everywhere.

As a result, many people were involved in the fighting, which made those who were still conscious feel a sense of despair.

In Hell's Kitchen, you have to follow the rules if you want to survive.

Unless you're the one making the rules.

If you dare to violate the rules here, you will have to bear the corresponding consequences, either death or disappearing forever.Junqu Pavilion

"boom!"

A gunshot came from a certain street.

Everyone heard the sound and went away, only to see a man fall down among the crowd.

He just cut another man to the ground and took away his gold necklace.

A car drove in from the night and stopped.

The door is opened.

A slender and tall figure stepped out of the car.

He was [-] tall, wearing a black shirt, a pair of light blue trousers, and holding a black pistol in his hand.

Dressed up very weird.

Moreover, his arm was wrapped with gauze, and there was some bright red blood on the gauze. It was obvious that he had been injured by a bullet just now.

He glanced at the corpses lying scattered on the ground, his eyes flashing with bloodlust.

This person seems to be a ruthless character.