In the dim room and dark corners, there were constant bursts of strange sucking sounds.
"Crash! Crash!"
There was a sound of breaking glass, accompanied by the sunlight pouring in.
From the shadowy corner, a piercing scream of pain came.
Two pale-faced vampires, a man and a woman, were holding two young girls and eating them.
The sunlight shone into the house and sprinkled on their skin, which was like sulfuric acid being poured on them.
They screamed and wailed and rushed directly to the corners where the sunlight could not reach.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Before their wailing could stop, the sound of metal falling to the ground was heard one after another.
Then there was a blinding bright light and a loud noise.
ah!
The two monsters that had just huddled in the corner to avoid the sunlight were suddenly blinded by the flash bomb.
Puff puff puff!
Two fully armed special forces soldiers climbed down from the window and broke in.
The man was in mid-air, and he fired half a box of bullets from the SCAR rifle at the vampire in the corner.
Puff puff puff…
The dense shooting of 5.56mm caliber bullets was enough to instantly turn a vampire with strong recovery ability into a sieve.
As soon as the two special forces soldiers landed, two more soldiers broke in through the window.
"The target has lost the ability to move!"
A special forces soldier was looking at the two pieces of rotten flesh that were still wriggling after being beaten to pieces, and reported the situation through the earphone.
"Team A, keep an eye on the prey. Team B, search the remaining rooms! The rest of you, search all the rooms with closed windows nearby!"
Frank's voice was extremely steady, without a trace of fluctuation. In front of him was a computer. The miniature camera on each soldier's helmet could transmit the images to the computer screen.
Many people know that Frank is a soldier with strong individual combat ability, and is called a "level 10 agent" by Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
This level can be said to be the highest value of human individual combat effectiveness.
Few people paid attention to the former Union Marine Corps captain's ability to command combat.
You should know that he was awarded the Medal of Honor, the Navy Cross, three Silver Stars, four Purple Hearts and the Presidential Medal of Freedom during his time in the Marine Corps.
When Frank is alone, he is a lone punisher, but when he commands soldiers, he is also a qualified commander.
"Once you find your target, don't be stingy with your bullets and kill him on the spot."
Even a lion uses all its strength when fighting a rabbit. Moreover, this time the opponent is not a human, so there is no room for any mistakes.
The special forces soldiers who received the order were like mechanical clocks that were wound up, executing the instructions accurately and without error.
Glide down the cableway towards the designated room.
… … …
"Point A has been cleared, no target found!"
"The target at point B has been killed."
"Search of point C completed, no target found!"
As suspected rooms were ruled out one by one, the movements of this building also attracted the attention of the police.
In the police car downstairs, two fat white policemen with big bellies looked through the glass at the special forces soldiers doing downhill riding and looked at each other in bewilderment.
An old policeman in his fifties picked up the walkie-talkie in front of him and was about to report the news.
Ding ding, there was a sudden knock on his car window.
The old policeman was startled and grabbed the pistol at his waist with one hand, pulled it out quickly, and pointed it at the side glass.
To his surprise, a middle-aged priest with a kind face was waving at him while holding a Bible.
…
After clearing each room one by one, Frank put away his computer, opened the iron door to the rooftop, and walked downstairs.
In the corridor of the apartment building, a single 24W ceiling lamp flickered continuously, illuminating the narrow corridor.
Frank's combat boots stomped on the floor. The stairs were eerily quiet, and the clattering footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Suddenly, Frank heard a rustling sound on the porcelain floor above his head, which was reminiscent of the sound of a butcher scraping a steel knife back and forth on a whetstone dipped in water before slaughtering livestock.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Frank suddenly stopped, swung his hand back, pointed the modified Browning automatic pistol at his head, and instantly fired all the bullets.
"ah…"
Amidst a strange wail of pain, large amounts of dirty blood dripped from Frank's head.
thump!
A weird old white lady fell directly in front of Frank.
A mouth full of sharp fangs and nails, dirty blood constantly gushing out, and a twitching body.
Frank lowered the muzzle of the gun, walked slowly to the vampire, raised his combat boots, and stepped hard on her face.
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Four shots broke the vampire's limbs.
Frank pulled a black coffin nail from his pocket and stabbed the vampire in the face with his backhand.
… … …
Several military pickup trucks were parked at the entrance of the community, and five or six black men were skillfully carrying body bags out of the building.
On the rooftop of a building far away, Selina watched the scene with indifference.
"Are these people demon hunters or a special department of humans!?"
Behind Selina, a Death Walker frowned at the fully armed Frank and his team.
"Do you need to check their identities? I feel bad about the aura they carry!"
Selina said in a cold tone: "Don't make things complicated. Since these wanderers have paid the price, what happens next has nothing to do with us!"
Selina looked at the black-robed priest who was standing next to the police car and talking to the sheriff.
Seeing the black-robed priest looking at this side with a puzzled look, Selena took her men and jumped onto a nearby building without saying a word, and ran away.
The priest shook his head in confusion and murmured:
"Strange, I was wrong, but these demon hunters are really useful. It's a pity that they are too expensive, half a million US dollars. Sigh, no matter what, they are much more useful than those crazy people in the Inquisition!"
Thinking of the scene where the inquisitors of the Inquisition had taken action before, the black-robed priest felt a headache.
That group of fanatics enjoyed fighting, but the cost of post-war recovery alone on his side was at least eight figures every year.