The giant of light in the marvel world

The location that Richard sensed was not far from their side, but it was off the main road and the location was quite remote. The two humanoid radars followed the direction pointed by their senses and chased them outside several abandoned residential buildings that were about to be demolished. The buildings looked as eerie as demons with teeth and claws.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound of glass being shattered by a heavy object, and a large group of black stuff smashed into the window and flew out of the building, falling to the ground from about the third floor. Countless glass shards fell together with his figure, exploding all over the ground like raindrops.

From the appearance, it should be a man, a cool black man. He has a tall and strong body, wearing a chic black leather trench coat and a protective suit made of bulletproof fiber. A pile of firearms and ammunition is looming in the trench coat, and he is holding a shining silver sword in his hand.

Logically speaking, this couldn't be a human being - no ordinary person could fall from the height of the third floor in such a position and remain unscathed. But this handsome man could do it. He stood up unsteadily with his long sword in hand. It seemed that the height of falling from the third floor only made him a little dizzy. He turned around and looked around, and found the black sunglasses that had fallen not far away. He immediately walked over, picked up the sunglasses, and placed them firmly on the bridge of his nose again.

Richard was speechless for a while.

So when this guy was thrown from the third floor, his first reaction was not to be wary of pursuers or to check his injuries, but "Where are my sunglasses? I want to be cool and show off"?

Also, the sun has gone down now, and there are not even street lights in this abandoned residential building. Brother, can you really see with your sunglasses on? Even if it's just to look cool, people can't see clearly in such dim light.

Well, actually he knew that this handsome man could see it. The first time he saw the other party's appearance, Richard recognized it. Isn't this guy the famous vampire hunter Blade from Marvel? The Blade movie was very popular in 1998. The Blade in the movie was a lonely hero who was so handsome that he had no friends. That movie was once hailed as the most successful superhero movie in Hollywood. , has even been called the beginning of the resurgence of superhero movies.

As a half-human, half-vampire, Blade naturally inherited the vampire's ability to see in the dark, which means that sunglasses will not interfere with his vision.

Well, this ability is really convenient for showing off.

Maybe it was because he was a little dizzy just now and was not in a good state, so Blade noticed the arrival of the two men. He turned around and was stunned for a moment.

An ordinary-looking elder brother with ordinary clothes was carrying a bunch of vegetables and meat in his hand, and was accompanied by a petite and cute blond girl. Although the timing and location of his appearance were a bit strange, this combination looked like passers-by passing by soy sauce. A and passerby B.

Realizing that there were people watching, Dao Feng immediately put away his knife and straightened his sunglasses, raised the collar of his fur coat to cover half of his face, looked like a mysterious master, and said in a heavy and turbid voice of a male god: "This place is not good. It’s safe, leave now.”

Richard: "."

Brother, if you hadn't landed on your butt when you first appeared on the stage, you might have been a bit handsome in this look.

Gwen started to speak but then stopped. She felt that the other person was more or less a fellow superhero, and it would be rude to interrupt the other person when he was showing off. But after a moment of hesitation, she couldn't help but speak: "Um, sir? You seem to be bleeding."

Indeed, the blade actually looks quite miserable right now. A deep gash was opened in his thigh by some kind of sharp weapon, and there was a bullet hole in the part of his left arm that was not protected by the armor, and he was bleeding profusely.

Well, maybe this injury is nothing to his vampire physique. With his self-healing power, it will heal in no time. But wouldn't that hurt? Richard thought it must be painful, but if you want to look cool, you can't be afraid of pain.

"Quickly go!" Dao Feng was a little impatient and waved his silver sword to drive these two melon-eating passers-by out of the troubled place. As a result, he found that the older and the younger had no reaction, as if they had fallen out of the window. It was completely normal for a big black man to come down and wield a knife and a gun.

Then his pursuers caught up.

It was a group of vampires dressed in unconventional costumes, with fangs exposed, holding guns and swords in their hands, and they chased them out of the abandoned building with strange screams. In the blink of an eye, twelve or thirteen vampires surrounded the injured Blade, each looking at him with a ferocious smile.

"You can't escape this time, Blade." A blond vampire in the lead said viciously, "This is your burial place!"

Blade had no time to pay attention to the two "innocent passers-by". His expression did not change, he held the sword blade behind his back with his left hand, and stood as coolly as a master. He slowly extended his right hand in a provocative gesture.

His thigh and left arm were still bleeding.

Being injured is just a matter of enduring it for a while, but whether you are handsome or not is a matter of life.

A large group of vampires rushed up, several muzzles flashing gunfire one after another, and swords and meteor hammers surrounded them from all directions. Dao Feng is in the center of the double-team, calm and calm in the face of danger, and responds calmly. He held the sword in his right hand and held the gun in his left hand. His precise firepower suppressed a large number of vampires. He swung the long sword away and his ruthless swordsmanship also forced the vampires to be unable to get close.

Seeing that Blade was surrounded by more than a dozen people, Gwen was about to step forward to help, but Richard raised his hand to stop him.

"There's no rush yet." Richard said calmly, "He can handle this small number of soldiers."

Who is Blade? He is a professional vampire hunter and is almost the natural enemy of the vampire race in the original work. Not to mention dozens or twenty vampires, this guy is a ruthless person who can charge head-on into a phalanx of hundreds of vampires without blinking an eye or changing his expression.

How could just a dozen vampires hurt the blade and throw him off the third floor?

Even if it was a sneak attack, Richard wouldn't believe it.

So there must be someone else who is the real threat.

Sure enough, in less than thirty seconds, the two vampires were already shot with silver bullets. Their bodies were shattered and dissolved amidst long and shrill screams, and even their bones were turned into ashes. Immediately afterwards, another vampire was unfortunately penetrated by a silver sword, and immediately followed in the footsteps of his two companions.

The situation is very clear. Even if they are injured, these vampires are no match for the blade. In a short while, they will be wiped out by the blades. If there are no changes in the middle.

Then, the variable really appeared.

It was as if an insubstantial black mist hovered over the battle, turning into a crimson cloak. The elegant figure transformed into shape under the moonlight, and the pale palm silently cut through the air, grabbing diagonally from behind to the back of the blade's neck.

(Thanks to book friends Zi Hongmeng, 20180126084010436, Otaku 160, Jin Taili’s Guo Da, Two Dimensions is Better, Yu Mengzhai, and Law of the Wasteland for their rewards!)