But thanks to the vampire's excellent confidentiality work, Ash has not received any questioning information until now. No one from SHIELD in NY even came to check.
Although S.H.I.E.L.D. is still in the self-examination stage, it would be a little unreasonable to not have any news.
When Ash was still thinking about whether to remind them once, the vampires appeared in the middle of the road.
The smoke and dust caused by roadside bombs and shelling finally dissipated, and groups of vampires were staggered in the middle of the road, relying on cars that were deliberately parked together to start a defensive counterattack.
However, the weapons in the hands of these vampires can only make a clanking sound when hitting an armored vehicle, and cannot even scratch the paint.
"The combat level of this group of vampires is not even comparable to those of the orcs last time!"
Stark, who was sitting in the armored vehicle, heard the sound of attacks from small-caliber automatic weapons outside and let out a laugh.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, two pairs of big hands covered his mouth.
One hand was from Ash sitting next to him, and the other hand was from the gunslinger Roland opposite Stark. Ash directly wrapped one arm around Stark's neck, immobilizing his entire body.
"Oh...what...what...I...words..."
The sound of hesitation came from between the fingers of the two people, and Stark's face almost turned green with his two big hands.
"Stark, I said, if you dare to buff the enemy on the battlefield again, I will throw you out of here!"
Ash was really a little afraid of Stark's open mouth.
The last time Stark said that whatever the opponent lacked, the orcs would be able to provide it, and now Stark actually started his poisonous milk again.
Before Stark was about to pass by, Ash and Roland let go.
Stark, panting heavily, extended a friendly gesture to Roland and Ash to express his inner gratitude.
"Is it necessary? What I said is the truth. The attacks we have suffered so far are all childish..."
Ash raised his voice, interrupting Stark.
"Stark, remember the last time you said that the opponent lacked anti-aircraft weapons, the opponent could immediately project bone spears. After you said the firepower density, the opponent immediately increased..."
"It was an accident, you know what an accident is! You can't say that this small probability event was caused by me. Just like the current vampire resistance, there is no change at all! They don't have heavy weapons, how can they attack? Use
Their fangs?"
"R~P~G~"
The window observer shouted at the top of his lungs the threat to the convoy.
At the intersection a hundred meters ahead, a vampire carried a rocket-propelled grenade launcher, squatting on the ground and aiming at the convoy.
Before the other vampires behind him could leave, he pulled the trigger.
The boosting flame behind the grenade caused the vampire behind him to fly into the distance as if he had been hit by a car, while the fragmentation grenade arrived next to the convoy in an instant.
With two explosions lasting only a millisecond, the active defense system of the armored vehicle detonated the rocket-propelled grenade.
Everyone in the car can feel the vibration of the vehicle and the continuous sound of fragments hitting the body.
At this moment, everyone looked at Stark with a strange look on his face. He was indeed a five-star drug addict.
Stark wanted to argue more, but he swallowed the words hard.
After this RPG attack, the vampires changed their previous strategy and began defensive evacuation in batches.
While shooting at the convoy, blocking the convoy's observation field, while evacuating, some explosives were left on the ground.
This simple method directly hindered the progress of the team.
In urban combat, mobile vehicles and firepower projection platforms such as vehicles are most afraid of being restricted in their movements. As long as they are fixed in one place, they are living targets.
But now that the scattered explosives on the road are cleared, the convoy cannot move forward rashly.
Ash looked at Stark and said: "Inventor, it's up to you now. Get into the air, provide vision, and find where they are."
"Roland and Logan, you two form a team and move freely to kill all enemies in sight."
"Swag, find a place to provide precision shooting support."
With an order, the rear of Ash's command vehicle was opened. Sterk stepped out of the door and flew into the sky. The others followed the reckless Logan and rushed directly into the building with the vampire's handle next to him.
In the convoy at the rear, following Ash's order, a defensive counterattack began. All combatants organized defenses on the spot to kill any enemy who dared to approach at this time.
Geralt was like a vampire who couldn't see far away, leaning on the car and drinking the water of life comfortably.
This behavior, which was completely different from the others, made Clint uncomfortably pull Geralt's arm to signal him to pay attention to the atmosphere.
"You have to know how to enjoy your leisure time in battle, Clint. These enemies are no big deal."
Geralt spoke freely and freely, as if he were in the living room of his own home. The armored car he was leaning on was his sofa, and he was enjoying his rest time.
This state allowed the students who were following the action to calm down slightly and reduce their nervousness.
Grant Ward was the most cautious of all the students. He was lying under the armored vehicle, carefully aiming his gun at any location where the enemy might appear.
Suddenly, Geralt threw the wine bottle in his hand. The bottle flew across the entire street and exploded on an open window of the building opposite. The wine splashed and wet the window.
Grant caught Geralt's movement and fired a precise shot. The bullet hit the wall and sparked, igniting the wine.
This obvious attack instruction made the nervous students start shooting at the burning window. The window was shattered directly by the bullets, and the smoke from the masonry obscured the light of the burning wine.
Geralt patted the armored car and said to Grant under the car: "You responded very quickly. Are you interested in joining the Hunters?"
These words made the surrounding students look over. During the past few days in Dragon Academy, Geralt's unscrupulous behavior showed that his strength and status were no less than Constantine's.
But now, there is only Clint as a hunter apprentice. Such a rare career choice makes him a little jealous.
However, Grant Ward did not respond to Geralt, and just refilled the unsatisfied magazine in the order of one silver bullet and one explosive bullet.
This unique loading method will cause great damage to the weapon, but it will be a huge blow to the enemy. This is why Grant's burst shot just now can ignite the water of life.
"I think it's pretty good now..."
Grant politely declined Geralt's invitation. The voice came from the bottom of the car. No one saw Grant's somewhat distorted expression.
"Okay, if you change your mind, you can find Clint and he will take you to the hunter's place."
Having said this, Geralt stopped trying to persuade him. He looked at the dark building opposite and took out a big sword.
This is a great sword in the true sense, a complete replica of the long sword, except that it is several times larger than the long sword.
Seeing Geralt's weapon, Clint grasped the long sword at his waist. The short blade was nothing more than a toy in front of Geralt's current big sword.
He tucked his long sword behind his back so that no one would notice his weapon and avoid attracting ridicule.
However, Geralt singled out Clint alone.
"Clint, watch carefully, this is your course, the hunter's fighting style."
Geralt held his sword against his body and looked at the enemy with no head on the opposite side, only showing his back to everyone.
"This is the executioner's sword, a guillotine used to cut off heads. It's just right now to deal with enemies like this who won't turn around or die."
Geralt laid the Executioner's sword flat, displaying the blade in front of his eyes.
"Then, before the battle, we have to briefly enchant the weapon. This will damage the weapon, but it is necessary to allow you to exert greater attack power and provide some other help."
As he spoke, Geralt took out a small package made of parchment, opened it with one hand, and the black powder inside immediately burned.
Wiping the black powder evenly onto the blade, the blade also burned. In the dark night, Geralt seemed to be holding a giant burning torch.
"Finally, we charge at the enemy and kill them."
Geralt smiled with an unknown meaning and rushed directly to the building across the road.
Not taking the usual route, Geralt did not break through the closed door on the first floor. Instead, he stepped on the outer wall of the building and jumped up to the window that was smashed by the wine bottle.
Everyone present only saw Geralt carrying the flaming sword and jumping in from the window.
Then, in the dark building, flames kept shining, as well as the enemy's wailing and Geralt's unknown laughter.
In the light of the fire, vampires were constantly being ignited and then burned to ashes. Even on the road side, the students could smell the sulfur smell of burning vampires.
This was a one-sided battle, and no vampire could get out of the building. When the flickering firelight in the darkness disappeared, Geralt appeared on the broken window.
Back among the students, Geralt had already put away his giant sword and asked Clint: "What did you learn in this class?"
What did you learn? Clint was confused even about this lesson. He only saw Geralt take out his weapon, enchant it, and then kill all the enemies.
But since his mentor asked about it, Clint still bravely told the truth.
"Before fighting, be prepared...use the corresponding powerful weapons..."
Clint talked more and more vigorously, and he believed what he said. Looking at the other students beside him who had watched the whole battle, they kept nodding in agreement with what Clint said.
However, Geralt slapped Clint, almost knocking him to the ground.
"I just like to see your serious nonsense, and you can actually tell so many great truths."
Geralt's eyes were a little cold, making Clint feel uncomfortable all over.
"This lesson is called the appearance of the weak in front of the strong. Strength is the most fundamental power..."