devil priest in marvel exorcism

Late at night, the lights in the office building of Hankmer Industries gradually turned off, and it was time to get off work.

And one office always has the lights on, Justin Hammer's chairman's office.

Justin curled up weakly in his leather seat.

His face was pale, his body was wet, and his mouth felt uncomfortable.

He feels very bad now.

After being bitten by the mad woman in the cage, he refused the priest's so-called treatment.

I returned to the company with worries, and after being looked at by people from the medical department, I came to a conclusion.

Just a simple bite, any vampire, any alienation, all fake.

Justin Hammer was furious when he thought that he had been frightened all the way by the young priest's words.

He was helpless against Tony Stark, but he couldn't fix a mere priest?

However, the sudden feeling of fatigue forced him to temporarily put aside his plans to vent his anger.

He's too sleepy. Let's take a rest first and wait until he wakes up before looking for trouble with the priest.

I don't know how long it took before he woke up.

He woke up from hunger and looked at the time.

Already slept for three hours.

All the employees in the office building should have gone off work, but his trainee assistant should not have left yet.

Justin Hammer picked up the internal phone on the table and prepared to ask his assistant to bring something to eat and drink.

The phone was connected, and a girl's youthful and energetic voice came over there.

"Good evening Mr. Hammer, how can I help you?"

Listening to the voice on the phone, the young and beautiful figure of the girl emerged in Justin's mind.

But he had no wrong ideas.

He is a qualified businessman, and in New York, business activities are inseparable from politics.

The chief of the New York Police Department died unexpectedly, and a series of problems were discovered by the FBI, which implicated a lot of people in the police department.

The higher authorities plan to appoint a tough person as the new police chief, but the candidate for the new chief has not yet been announced.

After he paid his dues, Senator Stern gave him the inside scoop.

The candidate for the chief has been determined, a hard-core policeman named George Stacey.

He is upright and never seems to participate in tacit transactions such as political donations.

It's not easy.

This was the first thought in Justin Hammer's mind after getting the information.

But then he set his sights on George's daughter, Gwen.

He asked the company to set up a project to recruit a group of summer interns from the girl's school in the name of giving back to society.

This includes Gwen Stacey.

In the end, under his covert manipulation, the girl was promoted all the way to become an intern assistant to his chairman.

In New York, if high school students have the opportunity to enter famous companies and participate in internship projects, this will be very helpful for high school students in their future college applications.

He believed that with such a friendship, it would be much easier to communicate privately with George Stacey in the future.

"Mr. Hammer?"

The girl's voice interrupted his thoughts. He could not show any dissatisfaction, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Justin Hammer said into the phone.

"Help me...ahem!"

As soon as he spoke, he was startled by his own voice.

It's like two pieces of rusty scrap metal rubbing hard against a blackboard.

Sharp, harsh, and scratchy.

"Mr. Hammer, are you okay?"

The girl's worried voice came from over there.

"It's okay, just help me get some food and drink."

"Would you like to call a doctor for you?"

It would be nice to have someone from the medical department come over and take a look. Just as Justin Hammer was about to agree, he suddenly stopped.

He saw what he looked like now on the bright mahogany desk.

The hair is sparse and the eyes are wide open, but there are only black pupils inside, without the whites of the eyes.

His face was pale, his skin was jagged, and it was covered with opaque milky white mucus.

The lower jaw protrudes forward, exposing the buck teeth.

Like, like a man-eating monster...

"Mr. Hammer?"

"There is no need to call the doctor, and there is no need to bring the food. Miss Gwen, you can get off work."

He couldn't let people see him like this. The chairman of Hankmer couldn't be a monster.

Otherwise, Hankmer Advanced Industries will play it safe and he will be finished!

"You really didn't..."

"I told Miss Gwen, put away your unnecessary curiosity, you should get off work now!"

Justin hung up the phone harshly, he felt too uncomfortable.

The sudden hunger almost overwhelmed his sanity.

He wants to eat, he wants to fill his stomach with "food."

With his remaining sanity, Justin Hammer managed to wrap himself up in a hat and coat.

Then like a drunkard, he staggered to pick up the car keys, went downstairs and drove his car, driving to a place with a "scent" wafting in the distance.

Behind him, a girl was holding a mobile phone and looking at the car leaving, with a confused expression on her face, wondering whether she should call her father.

……

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, making the burial tombs below even more eerie.

The roar of the car's engine suddenly broke into this silent resting place.

After knocking off the railing, the car came to a halt.

With a huffing and puffing sound, Justin Hammer kicked the door open and climbed out of the car.

All of his blond hair, which he spent a lot of money to take care of, has fallen out, and his scalp is pulled together on his bald head.

The lower jaw completely covered the upper lip, and a pair of black eyes took up one third of the face like death skin.

Weird, disgusting, disgusting.

This is the ghoul.

Dark creatures that disturb the rest of the dead and steal the corpses of their own kind.

It actually goes well with his character.

Justin Hammer lay on the ground, groaning from hunger. Relying on his sudden night vision, he climbed to a nearby grave and struggled to dig the grave.

But the sharp claws that should have grown, suitable for digging soil, did not grow, so he could only rely on a pair of fleshy hands to dig the hard grave soil.

A beam of light from a flashlight shone on him, and then a girl's voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Justin, is that you?"

The dazzling light made him uncomfortable, but it could not cause any harm. His attention was attracted by the girl behind him.

Since the tomb is too hard, it is difficult to excavate the corpse inside.

So why not "cook" it yourself?

Gwen was shocked by what Justin Hammer looked like now.

She realized something was wrong and took out a self-defense pistol from her bag.

This gun was an adult gift from her father, and her mother complained about it for a long time.

Justin Hammer gathered strength for a while and rushed towards the girl.

"Snapped!"

A shiny metallic Bible slapped him in the face.

At the last moment of unconsciousness.

He saw the figure wearing black divine robes, with his back to the beam of light, like an angel descending.