"Accardo!"
Father Anderson's roar came from outside the basement door. The burly priest kicked open the basement door and immediately dragged Constantine down.
"I said, can you let go of my collar when going down the stairs? I don't need this kind of help. After all, I am very healthy now and don't need a moped."
Constantine's heel banged on the steps, and just from the sound, you could tell that he wasn't feeling well right now.
With his back collar being pulled, it was difficult for him to walk normally.
"I wonder if this isn't Constantine?"
Rumlow said with some curiosity. This simple sentence gave Constantine a huge psychological blow.
Just saying "I'm thinking" broke through his strong inner defense.
"Stop saying those three words!"
Constantine slipped out of his windbreaker like a fish, rushed in front of Rumlow and roared loudly.
"What?"
Rumlow looked at Constantine in front of him with some amusement, helped him straighten his messy shirt collar, and then left the basement directly.
"Accardo, I'll talk to you later. I have a big debt to settle with Hydra."
Rumlow left without looking back.
Ridiculing Constantine was his sudden bad taste.
Accardo was left looking at Father Anderson with interest, who had rushed towards him, with a smile still on his face.
"Anderson, what can you do?"
"I'm here to ask you about Nivi. Of course, it would be nice if I could kill you before that."
Anderson grinned with white teeth, and the Bible in his hand turned into several bayonets held between his fingers.
"That's really good, but I probably don't have time to fight with you now. It's better for you to complete the church's mission first. After all, you are a 'priest' and must obey the church's arrangements."
Accardo's words were full of sarcasm. He took off his glasses and wiped them in his hand.
Talking face to face with Anderson made his glasses fog up.
This kind of heat in life made Accardo miss it a little, but it also made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Are you looking down on me?"
A cold light flashed on Anderson's glasses, and the bayonet in his right hand turned back into a book page, but an old punch hit Accardo directly in the face.
"I'm just telling you a fact."
Accardo fell down with the force, but in the next moment, there was only one fallen chair on the ground.
Accardo's fist hit Anderson hard on the bridge of his nose in return, and the round eye was shattered in an instant.
Father Anderson also fell over directly under the huge force.
Constantine carefully walked to Anderson who was lying on the ground, took his windbreaker from Anderson's hand, and then slowly put it on.
"Okay, your communication should be over. It's time for us to talk to Nivi."
Constantine said cowardly.
Anderson stood up sideways, then wordlessly picked up the broken glasses from the ground and hung them again on the bridge of his nose.
"Next time, next time! I will kill you completely one time!"
Hot air surged from Anderson's mouth and nose, waves of light shone around him, and this time there was some change in Accardo's face.
"Maybe you can really do it, but you'd better not do it alone."
Accardo's voice was barely audible.
He remembered the time when this guy Van Helsing led a few strong men who were also at the pinnacle of mankind to completely nail him into the coffin. He missed that feeling of relief.
Van Helsing, as the founder of the Helsing Organization, his life was not long.
Although as a human being, this light could still be vaguely seen in Van Helsing at that time.
It's just that the light on Van Helsing's body is not very obvious, but the sacred aura is somewhat similar to that of Anderson now.
"Look forward to the time when we are enemies, and then your meaningless existence will end in my hands!"
Anderson took a deep look at Accardo, and then walked toward the entrance of the basement alone.
"Why, you plan to talk to me too."
Accardo's body appeared in its original position with a flash of blood. He calmly sat on the chair, picked up the wine glass and shook it carefully.
Constantine did not see how Accardo lifted the chair at all, but he would not delve into such insignificant details.
After all, there is no need for him to face the monster Accardo. Of course, he also has some small means to deal with the threat, but that will come at the cost of a teammate.
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"You mean there's nothing we can do now?"
Casillas slapped the table and shouted to Matthew that he did not come down from the sacred mountain of Harrogas just to live a leisurely life.
Now his desire for power may be stronger than Matthew's. After all, his goal is to stand in front of his teacher and prove that he no longer needs to seek power.
"That's not the case. You can go see if Blade needs your help. He came back covered with injuries last night. Fortunately, Hexin has enough blood bags here. I should say that he is indeed a professional.
A vampire breeding facility?”
Matthew said casually, then nodded towards Silas who was standing in the corner a little shy.
Casillas was also diverted by Matthew's actions, and only then did he notice the aura on Silas's body that was somewhat different from that of humans.
"You mean that little girl is also a vampire?"
Casillas rubbed his chin and looked at Silas, but saw nothing.
Silas has not sucked blood even once since she became a vampire, and now she still has most of the human aura left in her body.
"Yes, I am a vampire too"
Silas smiled when he heard this, and nodded with a flashing little tiger tooth on one side.
"I thought vampires would be, how should I put it? Scarier, like the ones in New York with the ferocious mouthparts."
Casillas felt a little uncomfortable. He had seen those bastards who claimed to be vampires, so he thought that real vampires should be the kind that scare people to death.
He thought that Silas standing over there was just a staff member of Helsing, and he didn't think about vampires at all.
It's also that the aura on Silas's body is too harmless, it looks like that of a simple girl.
"If you want to see something scary, you can go to the basement and have a look."
Matthew picked up the mace on his waist and wiped it while talking casually.
At that time, Accardo's aura after he was freed from his bonds was still imprinted in his heart. Although he could not see Accardo's appearance at that time, it was enough to satisfy Casillas's imagination of a vampire.
"Come on, won't I see a gentleman in a tuxedo if I go to the basement?"
Casillas continued to look at Silas standing in the corner and said with suspicion.
"Then you may have met Hexin's butler."
Matthew said without raising his head.
"Gentlemen, is there anything you need me to do now?"
Walter appeared directly in the small conference room as Matthew's voice fell. Although he didn't have a good impression of people from SHIELD, he still had impeccable etiquette.
Old-school British people always have an extraordinary paranoia about style.
As for why he appeared here at the right time, it is because Matthew pressed the bell for service after seeing Casillas.
The overall structure of Helsing is not bloated, so most of the time Walter handles affairs himself.
"Hello, Mr. Walter, we have another companion here, and we have to ask you to prepare a new room as a residence."
Matthew may have been affected by Walter's performance. He even hung the mace back on his waist before facing Walter and speaking slowly.
It's just that the British accent is somewhat nondescript.
"Sir, as you wish, is it okay to live next door to you?"
To be continued...