"Steve, are you sure it's a good thing to let Matthew go it alone?"
Rumlow was sitting opposite Steve and said, looking a little weird.
He held a special cigarette in his left hand and a bottle of vodka in his right hand. There were several cakes and two teacups on the table.
It was supposed to be meal time soon, so they shouldn't act rashly at this time.
"Helsing has already acquiesced to our approach. Although I hate to say this, we are here as SHIELD personnel."
Steve picked up the teacup and took a sip, speaking feebly.
Even though he and Nick Fury don't get along very well, now he still has to do this according to Nick Fury's wishes.
This is not something that is arranged in advance, but something that will inevitably be done after arriving here.
Helsing will not easily believe in their fighting power, even if he is the famous Captain America.
And they will not entrust the leadership of the battle to Helsing, so if they want to obtain the leadership of the next battle, they have to use this somewhat disturbing method to decide.
Matthew is a good candidate. Among the current people, Matthew has the strongest combat effectiveness.
Matthew, who was training with Leiko, was only weaker than Rorschach, a talented warrior on the Holy Mountain.
At the same time, only Matthew is good at acting within the rules.
"I am very glad to have left SHIELD at this time, otherwise it would be my turn to consider these things."
Rumlow took a swig of wine and then burped.
"I remember you were not like this before. At that time, you always had a serious expression on your face."
Steve looked at Rumlow in front of him and felt a little funny.
"People will always change. It doesn't seem to be a problem for me to live a more comfortable life after leaving SHIELD."
Rumlow shook his head, then sat up straight.
"It's about to start. I'm worried that Luke and the others will get involved."
Steve glanced at the direction of Luke and Jessica's house with amusement.
"Don't look at Luke looking stupid. You must know that he is the successor chosen by Madoc's ancestor. He is smarter than you think."
Rumlow stood up, apparently planning to take a rest:
"It's almost time to start. Matthew can handle it."
After Rumlow said these words, he left Steve's house, intending to take a nap.
"It's really troublesome. We shouldn't get involved in political events."
Steve drank all the tea in the cup, then picked up his shield and prepared for battle.
Although he still trusts Matthew, this place is Heising's territory, and he will not place his hope on others for the matter to stop.
…
Helsing's basement was filled with the smell of burned out cigars, and the smoke and dust made Matthew want to sneeze.
"Hellboy!"
Matthew had already grabbed the weapon and placed it in front of him, and he was ready to charge.
It wasn't that Hellboy was hostile to him, but that the slumped red figure sitting on the bench holding red wine put tremendous pressure on him.
It was not a question of good or evil, but a strong smell of death and a chaotic feeling as if the lives of millions of people were being melted into a furnace.
"Are you the soldier that day?"
Hellboy is sitting cross-legged opposite Accardo. His huge reminder makes him not much shorter than Accardo even when he is sitting on the ground.
Hellboy crushed the cigar in his hand aside, and the pile of cigarette butts and ashes on the ground looked like a small dirt bag.
He felt strange that Matthew would appear here.
"who's that person?"
Matthew asked Hellboy with his face turned toward Accardo, who was wearing an interesting expression.
Rather than directly asking that dangerous guy, it would be more appropriate to ask Hellboy, an "acquaintance".
"he?"
Hellboy turned his head and glanced at Accardo, and then said to Matthew naturally:
"Accardo, a vampire. But when did you come here?"
Hellboy touched the severed horn on his head and asked Matthew in surprise.
He was deeply impressed by Matthew as a warrior, who could bring down the Ghost Rider head-on, and who also had the power to defeat him head-on.
Matthew's appearance in Helsing made him somewhat confused, but using his brain was not something he was good at, so he simply asked directly.
As soon as Hellboy finished speaking, Accardo's voice rang directly:
"Oh? Can you feel my danger? It's really exciting..."
Accardo interrupted the exchange between Hellboy and Matthew, shaking the red wine glass in his hand and speaking inexplicably.
A pair of eyes hidden under orange sunglasses began to glow red.
"Accardo, you haven't said a word to me for so many days, why did you talk to him directly?"
Hellboy took out the last chocolate bar he had and was unpacking it.
Accardo did not answer Hellboy's question, but looked at Matthew with a somewhat cautious smile.
"So are you human? Tell me!"
Accardo stood up directly. His tall figure and noble-like posture made him full of enchanting beauty.
As he stood up, the dangerous aura of chaos began to envelope Matthew's body like a tide.
"Monster!? Not a demon? I can't say evil, but kindness is far from you! How many people have you killed!"
Matthew's words were a little confusing, and his tone even sounded like he was asking.
His feet have begun to exert force, and the muscles in his slender calves have begun to swell. If there is a need to fight, Matthew can pierce the weapon into Accardo's body in the next moment.
"It's great. You look like the man I remember. It's great! There are such powerful humans in the world!"
Accardo's voice was trembling, and the shadows on the ground began to sway.
No one knew why he was excited, but the overwhelming momentum made Matthew ready.
"Who are you!"
Blade Warrior's voice appeared somewhat suddenly at this time, and Accardo's thoughts of fighting were instantly dismissed.
He wanted a fight, a fight to the death with real humans.
But he wouldn't want to perform for a beast on a shabby stage.
This beast is talking about Blade!
"Mixed-blood bastard? You came at the wrong time..."
A chill emanated from Accardo's body, and his mood was completely ruined.
His white and slender hand was seen picking up the pistol from the small round table on one side, and directly pointed at the Blade Warrior and pulled the trigger.
With a "Bang!" sound, the bullet came out of the chamber and was split in half by the blade in the blink of an eye with the long silver knife on his back.
The bullet fell to the ground as if it had lost all power, but there was also a crack in the silver katana.
"Oh? Excellent swordsmanship. I didn't know those beasts could learn such a technique."
This time Accardo looked at the blade no longer with complete contempt, but with a hint of appreciation.
Pure strength may change due to bloodline and other reasons, but only technology is something you pay for in return.
Even in Japan, the swordsmanship of the blade is enough to be called a swordsman. This kind of strength has nothing to do with blood, but only the level of talent and hard work.
Accardo doesn't hate this guy.
"What's your name? I'm interested in hearing your name. I'm a little surprised that someone like you can appear among the bastards who have stolen the power of a real vampire."
Accardo's tone is condescending, and he will maintain the lowest level of respect when facing humans.
To be continued...