“Who is it?”
 Daofeng said while holding the knife in his hand, with sunglasses on his face, and his eyes could not be seen clearly.
One thing Coulson can confirm is that this guy's eyes must not be very good-looking.
 Perhaps it’s peach blossom eyes or something.
"Then why should I tell you? At least you have to explore this secret yourself."
Colson smiled sideways, like a comic.
Send the old lady who is not more than 70 years old on the shoulder a little higher.
Peggy Carter was coughing violently and could not say any complete words for the time being.
 “Just talk nonsense.”
As Blade Warrior spoke, he fired the submachine gun in his hand.
This time it’s not the special silver bullets, just ordinary ammunition.
 After all, Nick Fury said when he contacted him that the enemy is not those blood-sucking bastards.
 Specially made ammunition is also a considerable expense for Blade Warriors.
 Especially when he has not yet started working seriously.
Blade's income, apart from what Nick Fury quietly split from the funds, comes from eating vampires.
 But this business blade runner is just a part-time job and has no intention of treating it as a career.
Ding Ding Dang Dang~
The bullets landed in front of Colson, but they were all blocked by a figure.
 A pair of sharp canine teeth stood under the sun, and the Blade Warrior's body began to tremble.
Handsome and handsome face, and a pale face that looks like it has just been painted.
That face still had a mean look on it.
 “Dracula!”
 “Accardo!”
 Two shouts, calling out two different names.
 Integra couldn't hold back his emotions either.
 The reunion came suddenly, breaking through the inner defenses of this powerful woman.
 “Ha, I am Dracula now, and I am more comfortable than that Acard.”
 Dracula turned around and stood in front of Coulson.
 There is certainly no reason for his sudden appearance, but it is more important for him to deal with acquaintances now.
 “Where have you been?”
Integuerra shouted loudly, his tone stern and hopeful.
 Accardo will not die, she is sure of this.
  In other words, the trust in the vampire named Accardo has exceeded all common sense.
 Even the despair that this belief evolved into was just the fear that he would never see the vampire again in his lifetime.
 Human life is ultimately short.
 The love between an old woman and a vampire boy is not very attractive even if it is written into a novel.
 “I have something to do, and the matter between you and me has come to an end. Integra~”
 Dracula was already standing behind Integra, speaking to the slender neck.
 Looking like he’s about to bite it off at any moment.
 He ​​opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue to trace Integura's neck, but in the end he did not bite hard.
 It was daytime now, and he was no longer the servant of the Helsing family.
 Some things can no longer be done.
 Dracula appeared in the middle, opening his cloak.
That look is a bit strange, but if it appears on the stage, it will look much normal.
“As for why I appear in this place, that’s probably what you should ask, but I don’t want to tell you.”
 Dracula looked at the sun in the sky with a smile on his face.
 Green smoke appeared on his skin, but it soon disappeared due to his recovery ability.
 The feeling of being burned by the sun was a bit strange. He had never experienced bubbles before when he was Accardo.
 “What have you done to yourself!?”
 Integra asked seriously.
 The Accardo she knew would not be burned by the sun. The guy in front of her had changed.
Dracula just smiled and said nothing.
While he was temporarily putting down his work on the Weeping Angels, he hooked up with an interesting guy.
 A little bit of intention to cooperate has been reached.
This cooperation will not allow him to break his promise to the barbarians, but it is not harmless either.
 He stretched out his hand, with two rings on it, one black and one white.
 Dracula has seen death!
 Death cannot kill him from time, but it can take away some of his ability to move.
 For the sake of his own existence and freedom of will, Dracula chose to cooperate.
 It's just that this part of the matter cannot be discussed with Integra and those barbarians.
At this time, the Blade Warrior finally got rid of the embarrassment of standing there shaking like Parkinson's, and raised the knife in his hand tremblingly.
 Isn't fighting a bad thing? Death is not something to regret for him either.
He had a strange feeling in the dark. He would get a lot of benefits by killing Dracula in front of him. At least getting rid of the blood of the vampire in his body would not be a problem.
 Annihilation observed the battle from higher up.
 A little boring.
  But this is a means of studying your own allies.
 The matter of Lord Skyhammer finally attracted his attention, and Annihilation began to pay attention to Diavolo.
This emphasis only appeared when Diavolo refused to hand over a share of destruction to him.
 No one will be left alone, and the same is true for annihilation.
 When facing guys who were roughly equal to him, his IQ, which had been offline for a long time, was finally awakened.
“Want to fight me? No, you look like you want to kill me.”
 Dracula said with a smile, but his body became tense.
 From the knife wound in Blade Warrior's hand, he felt some danger.
 Death cannot end his life.
 Because it exists on the concept of time.
 But destruction can still kill his existence.
 Just like what Annihilation did when they killed Leoric.
 The sword is a small temptation of annihilation.
 Dracula appeared in this place because he found Diavolo!
 Because he has no awe, Dracula doesn't have much fear of the Dread Demon.
To be continued...