That is the reverence of the half-dead for life.
But facing Blade, who is half vampire bastard, Accardo's respect is extremely limited.
So his tone was still condescending.
"Eric Brooks, who exactly are you?"
Blade's arm trembled slightly, and the bullets fired from that special pistol were beyond the reach of ordinary bullets.
Splitting the bullet was already difficult for him.
Even at this time, he did not say that he was proud to be nicknamed "Day Walker". That kind of crushing on the life level made him feel the fear he had not seen for a long time.
You must know that even when Father Anderson was nailed to the ground like a harpoon, he did not feel such fear in his heart. At that time, he only felt that death was approaching.
And now the fear contained in his body made him feel so strange for the first time.
Blade is very aware of the advantages and disadvantages of pistols in short-range combat. When extraordinary people encounter evenly matched opponents, they trust their bodies and cold weapons more than pistols.
The way Accardo fought showed that he didn't take this fight seriously.
"Don't those bastards who stole my name even know who I am? That's right, that big piece of trash doesn't dare to pass on the truth.
Now I've had enough fun, if you want to fight, let's start."
Accardo did not sit back in his chair, but poured a new glass of red wine and held it up.
"Well, Matthew, right? I remember your name was this."
Hellboy shouted to Matthew. As for Matthew's name, he had already found it through the channels of the Supernatural Investigation and Defense Bureau.
He understands the horror of Accardo better than Matthew and Blade.
Although he didn't know why Accardo maintained a certain degree of equality towards him, he didn't want a fight to happen here.
"Why did you come to Hesing? It's not just to find me, right?"
Hellboy doesn't want to see the fight happen.
He knew very well the level of Matthew's power, which was indeed powerful, but compared to Accardo's terror, Matthew was like gravel struck by the waves.
The battle with Accardo cannot be said to be a battle, it should be said to be an endless war.
"We came here in accordance with SHIELD's request, just to seek cooperation with Hydra that we may encounter next. Director Nick Fury should have told your Ms. Integra about this."
Matthew stood in front of the blade, whose body began to tremble, and the weapons in his hands were placed on both sides of his body.
In any case, Blade is his temporary teammate. For this veteran of the Howling Commandos and a guy who doesn't feel any sinful aura about him, Matthew's stance is very firm.
Although he still maintains a fighting posture, this posture is much better than the previous posture where he was about to collide in the next second.
"Then, just fight Silas. If you win, you will have the right to act independently when the battle occurs. If you lose, you will fight according to Integra's arrangements."
Accardo really wanted to fight Matthew himself, and his enthusiasm came from the bottom of his heart.
But if the battle really begins, Accardo may not be able to care about Integra's arrangements, so he simply lets Silas feel the power of the strongest among humans.
Alexander Anderson, whom I met before, is also an opponent who can bring excitement and anticipation to Accardo.
Seles is still too immature now, and has never even sucked blood once after becoming a vampire.
Silas like this is just what Accardo calls a half-assed person.
"Silas, come down here. Bring your weapons."
Akkado calls his "daughter" in a way that is unique to vampires. This kind of paging from superiors to subordinates can transcend space.
After receiving the call, Silas immediately took action with his large specially made firearm.
Accardo's satisfied eyes were obscured by orange sunglasses, but judging from his relaxed posture, he was very comfortable.
"I said, why haven't you left yet? What are you waiting for?"
Accardo spoke to Hellboy in a weird accent, and slowly poured red wine down his throat.
"The last time we met, you looked at me with a special look. I was just waiting for an answer."
Hellboy answered Accardo in a serious tone.
He has been in this basement for a long time, and he wants to know the truth about his life experience from Accardo.
For this reason, he is even willing to compete with an immortal species for endurance.
"When it's time for you to know, you will naturally know. You are not qualified yet."
Accardo answered Hellboy in a perfunctory tone, and he had no expectations for Hellboy.
Even though the fully awakened Hellboy has the power to fight with him, Accardo is not looking forward to this at all.
"Only humans can kill monsters."
This is the belief that Accardo persists to this day. He is willing to hand over his life full of sin when facing humans, but he does not want to and will not lose at the hands of another monster.
"Mr. Accardo, do you speak for Ms. Integuera?"
Matthew stared at Accardo with dull eyes, as if he could see him.
That ever-present source of fear allowed Matthew to locate Accardo without any other means.
The darkness is filled with fanatical beliefs and an almost morbid and twisted love.
Millions of emotions are rising from Accardo's body, and the shadow on the ground seems to flash a red light!
"That's what she asked for, Matthew. By the way, what's your full name?"
Accardo raised his glass to Matthew from afar:
"Are you going to try my collection?"
Accardo invited someone to have a drink with him for the first time, his tone full of expectations.
"My name is Matthew Murdoch. Thank you for your kindness, but it still doesn't work. I can't get used to that."
Matthew finally let down his guard and hung the weapon on his waist.
Then he took out a clay pot from his backpack and opened the mud seal.
In an instant, a strong smell of alcohol filled the room.
Matthew raised his head and drank half a can of spirits. This was a graduation gift given to him by Reco. There were only three cans in total.
It was a gift from Bulcaisuo to Leco who was on his journey, but it was a pity that Leco didn't have time to create a legend.
After receiving the gift, Matthew used his savings to buy three boxes of vodka as a return gift for Reco.
Then he threw the remaining half of the jar directly to Accardo.
"Try it, this is my most precious wine."
Matthew's body has adapted to the pressure of this place, and with his performance, a brute and rough aura began to spread from his body.
Although it is not as powerful as the momentum Accardo released unintentionally, it is enough just to stand here calmly.
"It's really surprising and reminds me of the old days."
Accardo took the liquor and drank it directly into his mouth without any grace at all.
The wine did not leak out, but all entered Accardo's stomach.
The burning sensation made Accardo take a long breath.
"I still care about your complexity of millions of lives blended into one."
Matthew couldn't convey this emotion with his eyes, but he could clearly express his meaning with words.
"You will know by then. Isn't this the purpose of your coming here?"
Accardo finished the strong drink in the blink of an eye, and placed the earthenware pot full of the scent of time on the ground.
"Did you know? Blood is the currency of the soul. There is the blood of a strong man in this jar of wine. It's a pity that his soul is not very complete, which makes the wine a little bit dull."
Accardo looked at Matthew in front of him with a smile and said something strange.
This wine was given to Reco by Bulcasso back then. As Bulcaso's earliest work, his blood was in it in order to suppress the somewhat disgusting smell of demon blood.
Later this practice was replaced by the springs of the higher heavens.
"I don't know about this. This was given to me by an elder who deserves respect."
To be continued...