257 How did you bite the black bread with your gums? (7,000-word chapter)
"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.
"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.
…
"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?"
Walter asked habitually, and only took the next step after seeing Matthew nod.
He winked at Silas before leaving, and then left the meeting room to arrange the accommodation issue.
"So what are you going to do now?"
Matthew picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.
"Plan? By the way, I have to find Rumlow. Ancestor Talik has something to do with him."
Casillas was a little unhappy when he saw Matthew slowly drinking coffee, and took out a piece of black bread and crunched it.
"Why are you still chewing black bread when you left the Holy Mountain? Are you trying to bite off two sticks of black bread with your gums in an instant for the next challenge?"
Rumlow just opened the door to the conference room and walked in, looking at Casillas with a look of disgust.
Matthew pushed the delicate pastry in front of him towards Casillas and took a newspaper to cover his face.
Although he couldn't see his expression, Casillas felt that he must be snickering.
After all, the newspapers were shaking and clattering.
Silas, who was standing with nothing to do, was thinking about what it would be like to bite off two loaves of black bread with his gums. At this time, his brain fell into fantasy and his expression was a little dull.
"Did Ancestor Talik tell me when he wanted me to go back?"
Rumlow ignored Casillas who was gritting his teeth, pulled out the chair and sat down directly, then put his feet directly on the table and rocked against the chair.
"Didn't say it!"
Casillas wanted to say "immediately" at that moment, but after being taught by Canuck, he spoke faster than he thought.
This has become a habit. After all, if you think about it for a moment before answering, Kanuk will uppercut you on the grounds that "this is not your first thought."
He no longer knows how to lie and remain silent.
Matthew was shaking even more violently at this time, and the newspaper blocking his expression was torn out with a crack.
"Pfft~"
"what are you laughing at!"
Casillas slapped the table vigorously and shouted at Silas with a distorted face.
"Nothing~"
Silas turned his head and whispered.
The newspaper in Matthew's hand completely turned into two parts.
Rumlow put his hands behind his head and said as if he was daydreaming:
"Then it's not an important matter. I'll go back in the evening. Maybe I'll have time to go around the secret realm."
Rumlow's words interrupted Casillas's performance.
"Well, how do you bite off brown bread with your gums?"
Silas asked in a low voice, she was too curious about this.
During these days, she always listened to the conversations between Rumlow and the others, and she also knew about the black bread that could kill people.
Matthew even took out a sample to let her experience the hardness.
"I XXXX!"
The moment Casillas slapped his hand on the table, Rumlow blocked it with his foot.
Casillas's hand was strong enough to send the table downstairs. In order to avoid any trouble, Rumlow chose to block it.
But this still caused the chair under Rumlow to be scrapped.
"You have to pay for this chair yourself."
Rumlow changed his position and continued to speak like a street kid.
"Pfft~"
"What are you laughing at again!"
Casillas felt that he was about to understand the talent of fighting and rage. His whole face turned red and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Sorry, I'm still curious."
Silas turned around and faced the corner, trying hard to suppress a smile and shrugging his shoulders.
"Casillas, what do you think will happen if I tell Ancestor Canuk about this?"
"You will be used to demonstrate how your gums can bite through black bread!"
Casillas failed to restrain his newly formed instinct and directly yelled out the consequences he would face.
He still used the same angry tone.
By the time his mind realized what he had said, Silas's laughter was completely out of control.
"I think SHIELD should send all the agents to be interrogated to Ancestor Canuck for education. In this case, no one should be able to keep secrets. This is simply better than Veritaserum."
Rumlow looked up at Casillas, whose face was turning purple, and said something.
"If we really do this, these agents will be useless."
Matthew imagined what it would be like for a lurking agent to be questioned.
"Where are you from? Why do you want to join us?" asked the leader of the criminal organization.
"SHIELD, in order to investigate your criminal records." The interrogated agent answered without thinking.
"Bang!" There was a corpse on the ground, and the leader looked like he had seen a ghost and spat on the corpse with disdain.
"Are all the agents of SHIELD at this level? How did they become a secret service without being terminated?" The leader turned around with disdain for SHIELD.
Matthew shook his head to get rid of the image in his mind, and then took another sip of coffee.
"Why don't you drink anymore?"
Rumlow took out a bottle of wine, but before he could uncork it, Casillas snatched it away.
Then Casillas broke the mouth of the bottle and poured it into his mouth.
"Is this the bite force of a man who can bite brown bread with his gums!"
Silas had just suppressed his smile and turned around when he saw such a scene.
"Poof! Click! I XXXXX!"
Casillas sprayed the wine on the ground before he could swallow it, and the bottle in his hand was crushed directly.
Matthew threw aside the two newspapers in his hand, pushed Casillas to the ground with a flying body, and wrapped his arms tightly around Casillas' neck like a python.
"Matthew, you just keep choking me! I am XXXXX today!"
Rumlow on the side rolled his eyes and stood up. He took out the two-handed hammer that was larger than a man from his backpack and pointed it at Casillas on the ground.
"Casillas, are you sure you want to cause trouble here?"
Rumlow gestured at the angle of the giant hammer in his hand and spoke with a somewhat mocking tone.
"Rumlow, be careful not to hit me."
Matthew's arms naturally transformed into a naked choke, sending Casillas' head outwards.
Of course, he didn't intend to choke Casillas unconscious, so he still left some space in his arm.
"Which side are you on?"
Casillas shouted at the top of his lungs, but he was no match for Matthew in terms of pure strength.
The whole person was twisting and turning like a bug.
"We are on the side of justice."
Matthew whispered into Casillas's ear.
Rumlow shook his head, took out another bottle of liquor from his backpack and placed it next to Casillas.
"Okay, the joke has been made, now let's get down to business. The details of those vampires have been found out."
Rumlow put away his weapon and sat upright at the table, assuming the same posture that Nick Fury often maintained.
I have to say that putting his hands in front of his chin is quite intimidating, as long as he doesn't look so harmless.
"XXX!"
Casillas broke away from Matthew's control and cursed angrily.
Then he picked up the wine bottle and uncorked it in a normal way, stuffed it into his mouth and drank hard.
"Where are those guys?"
Matthew slowly patted the non-existent dust on his body and said while adjusting his clothes.
"I'm on my way to London. Who knows when I'll arrive."
Rumlow waved his hand and said that he heard the news from Steve, who was still talking to Nick Fury upstairs.
"Don't tell me the specific target, just tell me who you want to kill!"
Casillas slapped the empty wine bottle on the table and shouted something.
