"Hello, this is a private area, please return."
The gatekeepers of Hexin Institution have been replaced, and the members who died before have been properly placed.
Now these soldiers are seconded from the M11.
Although these are not the main combatants in M11, even if they are just some reserve teams, they are still capable of serving as security guards.
So when facing Casillas, he fulfilled his duties conscientiously and stopped Casillas.
"I'm looking for someone. Please help me inform Rumlow. If he's not here, you can also inform Matthew."
Casillas has regained some sense of normalcy, at least now he doesn't look like a dumb puppet.
Kanuk's thought correction seemed to be a little too forceful.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
The doorman called the communications room, and Casillas waited only for a short while before being welcomed in.
The guard sent him directly to Matthew and then left.
Casillas spoke directly to Matthew about some situations on the Holy Mountain.
And, he is here to help.
He didn't know exactly what kind of help he wanted to do. Anyway, it was nothing more than killing people. What kind of difficult things could a group of barbarians do?
Is it possible that we still need to engage in scientific research?
At this time, two more uninvited guests came to Hexin's door, and the previous conversation happened again.
Because the doorman had changed, they didn't know who Constantine was.
Constantine looks like a human being, but he just doesn't do what humans should do.
He basically did all the things he could and couldn't do.
The guards are still completing their tasks with all their heart, blocking these visitors of unknown origin.
"I think you can contact your superiors. I'm not a suspicious person, and the priest next to me is Father Anderson from the church. He has a practicing license. He has no shortcomings except that he doesn't pay taxes."
Constantine was a little worried that Anderson would rush in with his bayonet drawn out. Anderson did not have a good impression of Helsing.
Especially after seeing Accardo last time, his murderous intention has become somewhat uncontrollable.
So Constantine went straight to the introduction.
"Sure enough, only Hexin, an institution that relies on the power of vampires, can accommodate existences like demons..."
Father Anderson has already begun to murmur that this guy is even crazier than Constantine when facing someone in the "enemy" category.
Fortunately, he didn't pay attention to the part about "paying taxes." The church actually paid taxes, but Father Anderson's Section 13 didn't do such things.
It is not normal for agents of divine punishment to go out with tax returns, especially since their identities must be kept secret.
If you pay taxes in your own name, how can you hide your identity?
"Let them in."
Integura happened to walk to the other side of the gate. She was wearing a sword training outfit. She originally planned to relax a little after finishing the practice.
After all, having a blood queen in his family will still bring a lot of pressure, and the scenery in Hexin's manor is pretty good.
As a twenty-three-year-old young woman, Integra also knows how to relax her nerves.
Exercise, then relax, and then deal with work is her recent rhythm of life.
She happened to come here and saw Constantine and Father Anderson, so she simply ordered the doorman to open the door.
"This time is an exception..."
Anderson muttered something in a low voice, and then directly dragged Constantine in by the collar of his trench coat.
He has no respect for Integra.
That sentence was meant for himself. After all, the church did not ask him to go to Hexin to fight Accardo. It also specifically told him not to conflict with Hexin.
"This is Father Anderson. He's here to see Neve."
Constantine was pulled by the collar, and his whole body leaned forward in the direction of Father Anderson.
But he didn't forget to introduce his friends to Integu.
"I know him. I hope Father Anderson can restrain himself a little. If you want to know the specifics, come to my office after you have met Neve."
Integra nodded, she herself had an admiring attitude towards Constantine.
After all, she is also someone who has experienced despair, so she has some affection for "heroes" like Constantine who walk on the edge of danger.
But she doesn't plan to work with Constantine. After all, no one who knows Constantine would make such a choice.
Perhaps becoming a hero is what many people aspire to, but no one wants to become a victim in the face of danger.
Dead heroes do not receive praise.
"Nevi is in the innermost room on the third floor. If you need anything, you can go in and ask Walter."
Integra walked to the side building without looking back. She had to tidy up her manners to avoid losing her proper dignity in a moment.
"Integra, don't let me find out that Hessing has done something he shouldn't have done. The power of the church is gathering."
Anderson had no problem leaking such little information about the church.
The armed forces belonging to the church around the world have already begun to take action, and he has no intention of hiding it. After all, this is not something that can be concealed.
At least SHIELD has discovered this a long time ago, and the transfer of normal people cannot be hidden from the eyes of the agents.
"cut."
Integra made a sound of disdain, and then left directly.
Accardo, who was drinking silently in the basement, raised his head in amusement.
Anderson's appearance cannot hide from his perception.
"Rumlow, you seem to like staying at my place?"
Accardo shook his wine glass and said casually to Rumlow, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him.
"I just want to feel your breath so that I can function normally when I need to kill you."
Rumlow held a bottle of gin in his hand and poured it into his mouth, which Hesing had purchased specially for them.
After all, these barbarians are basically drunkards, and I have to say that there is obviously something wrong with the education method on the Holy Mountain.
"Oh? Then I really look forward to it. The Matthew at that time should be stronger than you, right?"
Accardo hid his eyes behind his sunglasses and looked at Rumlow in front of him, then placed the wine glass in his hand on the small table.
"For now, yes, but I will soon be stronger than him."
Rumlow took a sip of wine and continued to look at Accardo in front of him.
He didn't mind admitting that he was currently weaker than Matthew. There was nothing to hide about it, and strength was not something that could be changed by bragging.
"How much do you know about Hydra?"
After all, Rumlow couldn't hold back the question and asked directly.
After becoming an outstanding barbarian, his patience was no longer what it used to be.
If this had been done when he was still an agent, he would have found some words to pave the way for future questions.
"You're asking me this? Then you might as well ask Captain America who is on the phone on the roof. He was facing the Red Skull back then."
Accardo grinned. His favorable impression of powerful humans was indeed a bit strange.
"Only humans can defeat monsters" is a saying he always keeps on his lips.
He hopes someone can be like Van Helsing back then.
Perhaps this vampire has always hoped that he would end up in the hands of humans, but he would not directly commit suicide to fulfill his long-cherished wish.
"He may not know as much as you do, after all, you have been alive all these years."
Rumlow put the empty wine bottle next to him and said casually.
Steve hasn't been awake for long, and he may not know as much as Rumlow knows.
To be continued...