Don't be afraid, he's just one person!"
Escaping was also a skill. Deacon Frost loudly encouraged his subordinates while subtly retreating two steps.
"Right, no matter how powerful he is, he's still human! Everyone, go at him together, we'll wear him down until he dies!"
Quinn immediately responded to Deacon Frost, his feet unmoving.
Deacon Frost regretted it.
He had clearly found a photocopy of the "Dark Bible"; as long as he followed the ritual in the book to summon the Blood God to possess him, become immortal, and then become the King of Vampires, ruling the World would be wonderful.
Impulse was the devil.
The above were the delusions of a frog in a well named Deacon Frost.
The "Dark Bible" had many names: "dark divine book," "Book of Death," "Book of Sin," and "Chthon Scrolls," recording numerous dark magic spells.
It was said that the transcriber was the ancient underworld god Chthon.
As for the Blood God Amado... he was probably a relatively strong demon in hell.
But was he stronger than Mephisto and Dormammu?
Those two big bosses had yearned for it but couldn't achieve it, so why could the Blood God?
The bald big boss Ancient One smiled without a word.
On the other side.
Facing attacks from all directions, Mike was a little excited. He took out a nichirin blade from his system space, bit it in his mouth, and held a silver katana in each hand.
He spread his feet and lowered his knees.
The air seemed to become viscous, showing a strange distortion.
In a trance, Mike transformed into a three-headed, six-armed being.
"Oni Giri: Nine Swords Style: Asura..." Mike's mouth curved up, "...Makyūsen!!!"
In an instant, Mike transformed into a sword storm, and the Vampires who approached were like chunks of meat falling into a meat grinder.
Scratched meant crippled, touched meant dead... The Vampires wailed internally, how could they fight this? What was the use of having more numbers?
Vampires also feared Death. Those who rushed forward died quickly, and those behind them scrambled to run back, moving much faster than when they charged.
Come when you want, leave when you want... Did Mike agree?
The screams and cries didn't last long.
The black ashes of the dead Vampires formed a black tornado in the sword qi, and Mike looked strangely beautiful in the eye of the storm.
"Ah!!!"
Quinn's legs went soft. He pulled out his pistol and shot at Mike, forgetting to disengage the safety in his fear.
Mike threw the two silver katanas. One pierced Quinn's chest, and the other forced Deacon Frost, who had almost crossed the threshold, to stop.
"Since you've come all this way, it wouldn't be right to just leave," Mike said, narrowing his eyes.
"We can talk, we can talk about anything. Let me go, I'll give you whatever you want!"
If Vampires could sweat normally, Deacon Frost would probably be dehydrated.
Mike smiled, "If that's your last words, then they're too terrible."
After speaking, he assumed the stance for Iai.
"Ah ah ah..."
Deacon Frost ran wildly outside. Vampires were originally faster than humans, and with fear driving him, Deacon Frost was so fast that he seemed to leave afterimages.
The next moment.
"How is he in front of me?"
Deacon Frost, running, was startled to find Mike standing in front of him, with his back to him.
"One Sword Style Iai: Lion Song!"
Mike slowly sheathed his sword.
The World spun.
Deacon Frost glimpsed a headless body running wildly.
"So familiar."
Deacon Frost's last thought.
"As expected of Zoro, putting aside the power, his flair is absolutely first-rate."
"Perhaps only Face-Face Fruit Shanks and Black Blade Mihawk, who rows a boat, can truly surpass him."
Speaking words no one understood, Mike said helplessly, "Had enough? Come out."
Blade walked out of the shadows in the corner.
Mike: "Big brother, be more self-aware."
Punisher, dressed in camouflage, stood up from the grass. Daredevil slid down from the rooftop along a steel wire.
Mike knocked on the door of the nearby house, feeling very depressed.
The door opened, revealing Coulson's good-natured face.
"Do you believe me if I say it's a coincidence?"
"I believe... not."
Mike rolled his eyes and said, "Four of you, enough for a mahjong table. Are you that idle? Being watched like this, I feel like I'm not doing myself justice if I don't charge admission."
First, Mike said to Coulson, "I told you last time, I'm not interested in S.H.I.E.L.D.. Joining S.H.I.E.L.D. is impossible, not in this lifetime. But I can take commissions. As long as the money is in place. Given our friendship, I'll give you a 5% discount."
Mike handed Coulson a business card.
Coulson: (﹁﹁)~, He talked about deep friendship, but it was only worth a 0.5% discount.
Mike's gaze turned to Daredevil and he said, "You don't mind me cleaning up a few Vampires, do you?"
He was most afraid that Daredevil would say something like, "There are good and bad Vampires." Perhaps the words were not wrong, but Mike estimated he would Can't help it want to beat him up.
Fortunately, Daredevil remained silent.
Finally, Mike gave Blade and Punisher each a business card.
"I won't actively look for trouble with gangs or Vampires, but it's different if there's a commission. For difficult or unmanageable tasks, contact me. The fees are reasonable, and the value for money is excellent."
He didn't give Daredevil a business card. This guy often paid out of his own pocket for clients, so poor he couldn't afford Mike anyway.
And their paths diverged.
Back at the supermarket, Mike called Fat Jerry and told him that Deacon Frost was taken care of.
Fat Jerry reminded Mike to be careful, especially in the next two days.
Next was the spoils.
Fat Jerry straightforwardly transferred seventy thousand U.S. dollars.
Tsk tsk, taking their money, taking their lives, even Mike, with his thick skin, couldn't help but blush for 1 second.
Alright, 0.5 seconds, no more.
Coulson was writing a report, mainly about Mike's abilities.
Cutting bullets with a sword... If he hadn't been in S.H.I.E.L.D. and seen so much, Coulson's worldview might have shattered today.
"Terrifying dynamic vision, unparalleled precision, speed far exceeding ordinary people..."
"Calm, very calm. Confident, extremely confident. Facing an encirclement of forty-odd people, there was not a trace of panic."
"Able to conjure weapons out of thin air."
"During the battle, he transformed into a three-headed, six-armed being, like a demon god. Supernatural power?"
Coulson wrote down his questions and conjectures.
Adding the mysterious dense fog from the Big Foot Gang bloodbath and the assassination technique of one cut per child... The Director must have a headache.
When facing extraordinary powers, regardless of whether you are just or evil, Fury would first formulate a strategy for capture or elimination.
From Fury's perspective, it was understandable to be wary of others. After all, extraordinary powers caused far more destruction than ordinary people.
But in Mike's view, being wary everywhere yet expecting others to willingly risk their lives was disingenuous.
So, talking about money and employment was more practical.
After receiving Coulson's report, Fury was silent for a long time, then instructed his secretary not to let anyone in.
His expression was solemn. He took out a key, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a password box from inside.
Only Fury knew the password.
Fury seemed a little hesitant, but he finally opened the box and took out a... fruit QQ candy.
The aroma of fruit, the chewy texture... Fury showed an intoxicated expression; it was so delicious.
Whenever he encountered a headache and no one was around, Fury would happily eat one, which was super stress-relieving.
"Heavy sniper, armored tank, small missile..."
Fury wrote down words on a paper, trying to find a good way to deal with Mike.
"Indeed..."
"Black Egg" crossed out the words one by one, muttering, "Fighting the extraordinary with the extraordinary is the most ideal method."
One moment he was thinking about how to deal with Mike, the next, Fury added Mike's name to the recruitment list and highlighted it.
As night deepened, Fury put the password box back into the drawer, locked it, and then carefully checked it.
He absolutely did not want to see a headline like this in the newspaper: "Shocking! S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Has Such a Hobby!" accompanied by a picture of him holding a fruit QQ candy with a mesmerized expression.
Those who knew, died!!!