devil priest in marvel exorcism

“Ah——! My hand!

Damn it, you dare attack the police! "

A bloody hole was made in the man's hand, his pistol was knocked away, and he lay on the ground wailing.

Frank walked over to the rolling man and drew the harpoon.

With a knife held to his neck, the man calmed down.

"Open your mouth!"

Frank said coldly.

He did so, but there were no fangs in his mouth, and Frank frowned.

"Who are you? Why did you break in?"

"You're attacking the police, you know..."

Frank was impatient, but the man was not a vampire, so he just punched him.

The man is honest.

"I'm a New York police officer. Someone reported that someone here is..."

The man took out his police badge and ID, and Frank took them over to check. They were genuine.

The veteran hesitated. He was not a vampire or a gangster, so he could not be tortured casually.

But without punishment, you don’t know whether what the person said is true or false.

"Let me see!"

Blade sheathed the katana, walked up to the man who claimed to be a policeman, stretched out his hand, grabbed the collar, and lifted him up.

First open the mouth, there are no canines inside, then pull the lower lip and turn it out.

Inside the lips, near the gums, there is a special black stamp.

Blade smiled, showing his white teeth, and then punched the man hard in the stomach, causing him to curl up on the ground.

“This is a Hagui tribe.

Not a vampire, but a person who wants to be a vampire. He usually pleases vampires and does things for vampires. "

He opened the man's mouth, pointed at the stamp and said.

"Those of the Hagui tribe who are effective in doing things and are recognized by vampires will have this seal printed on their lower lips, which means they are qualified to transform into vampires."

Blade stood up and kicked him hard.

"They regard it as an honor, but it's no different than being marked as a pig or sheep."

The Hagui police officer had fainted.

Dolby put down the magazine and looked at the Hagui tribe on the ground, thoughtfully.

"Could this be a test?"

"Testation? What kind of temptation?"

Sam covered his left eye with a grimace, hearing Dolby's words, followed by Whist who was groaning in anger.

"I told you not to ask any more questions! You should be beaten!"

After scolding Mr. Curious Sam, Dolby continued his analysis.

“Blade is very famous in the vampire world, and as a powerful vampire, the Hagui tribe cannot possibly not know about it.

Knowing the vicious reputation of Dao Feng, if you still dare to chase him alone, there must be someone behind it.

Dickon Faith, the leader of the vampires, happened to leave the cold storage before we blocked the door. There was no way he didn't know what happened in the nightclub.

As for SHIELD, we don't know whether it sent people to test it.

But this. "

Doobie pointed at the fainted guy.

"This Hagui clan should be a test. After all, Frank, myself, and the FBI are all accidental factors.

Whatever Dickon Faith was planning, he was bound to send someone to check it out. "

Then Dolby shook his head, feeling something was wrong.

"But what can an ordinary person find out?

Unless this... is not only a temptation, but also a bait. "

Dolby's eyes lit up.

Judging from his many years of experience in hell, this guy may indeed be a bait.

"No ambitious leader of an organization would use a loser as a spy.

But if used as bait, waste works well because elites are more likely to put the rest of us on guard. "

"In this case, let's let this guy out and see where he will take us."

Frank's proposal was approved by everyone.

Doobie asked Will to release the ghost summons and take back the tearful Freddy to the roster.

"And the agents, let them all go back to the headquarters.

We left, leaving them alone, unsafe. "

Will nodded and directed the agents to evacuate. At the same time, he asked the agents to take Sam back to the headquarters and protect him.

Several people packed up their weapons and equipment, but Whist suddenly offered to stay.

"I disagree!"

Blade didn't understand the old man's decision.

Dolby touched his chin, thinking about the abilities given to him by his Whist ancestors, with a strange expression.

"I think it's good for Whist to stay. He can manage our communications and the rear area will be safer."

"But this place is already known to vampires, just in case..."

"That's better, just so I can catch them all."

The old man is very confident.

……

Cars honked and engines roared.

A group of yelling bad boys covered in tattoos and iron rings roared past on motorcycles.

The Hagui policeman who was let go covered his injured right hand, dodged the wheel, cursed across the street, and arrived in front of a nightclub.

He said something to the big man guarding the gate and was let in.

Dolby and his friends followed and arrived at the door. Because Will's ghost was scouting them, they didn't need to worry about being sniped.

Two sturdy gatekeepers stopped in front of them, their tone was unkind.

"There are no masquerades here, and fools dressing up as priests and wearing sunglasses at night are not welcome."

"We're going in to find a 'friend'!"

Frank, who was following behind, said coldly.

While speaking, he looked at the neck of one of the strong Asian men.

There is a special circular tattoo with three rotating magatama stars inside.

It's the Japanese Black Dragon Society.

The two strong men looked at each other, and one of them clearly recognized Frank. He subconsciously stepped back, and then suppressed his fear.

"Punisher, there is no one you are looking for here!"

……

Blade secret base.

Whist was sharpening two short swords.

These were a pair of weapons he had just forged, only as long as a forearm and as thick as chopsticks.

Special alloys are used.

The blade of the sword has been frosted and is very inconspicuous. Only at a special angle can you see a ray of cold light reflected from the blade.

It is the matching weapon that gives him the assassin ability.

After polishing it, the old man held the sword in both hands. With a wave of his arms, the two swords disappeared from his hands.

With another wave, it appeared in my hand again.

This is the assassin's hidden sword technique.

The old man looked at the two daggers and sighed.

"What are you sighing for? You old man!"

A malicious greeting sounded at the door. Whist put away his dagger and looked towards the source of the sound.

A man with instant noodles and a gray shiny jacket led a dozen guys dressed as street gangsters and appeared in the light.

It's a vampire, and it's true.

The instant noodle head fiddled with the dagger in his hand and looked at whist as if he were looking at a tied sheep.

Cruel and sadistic.

"That bastard Blade killed a lot of us.

Since he's not here, let's make you a "gift" for him!Hahaha! "

The old man didn't pay attention to the threat of this vampire. He counted it twice carefully.

“There are thirteen of them in total, and we can’t let any of them go!”

The old man's words were heard by the vampire, and it laughed angrily.

"Watch me pull out your throat tube, and you still..."

Whist's next move interrupted his threat.

The old man stood up first, and then stretched out one foot.

The body blessed by the heroic spirits of the ancestors has well-proportioned muscles and strong control.

He didn't rush forward to fight the vampire, but stretched out his arm and shook it.

His long gray hair flew with his footsteps, and his beard seemed to have a different kind of charm.

His body rose and fell to some silent rhythm.

Late at night, in front of a group of vampires with malicious intentions.

Whist, an old man in his sixties.

Suddenly he started dancing!

Enchanting and seductive?