The abandoned pier not far from the lighthouse is overgrown with weeds.
Tang Song held a silver-gilt cane and used a telescope to watch the lighthouse in the distance.
West, wearing a black priest's uniform, stood beside Tang Song. A bright silver chain hung from his chest, revealing an ancient silver cross of Jesus' crucifixion.
The cross is half the length of a forearm, and two sapphires the size of pigeon eggs are inlaid at the top of the cross.
The silver luster on the cross has faded, and judging from the degree of wear and tear, it has been around for quite a while. However, it seems that the original owner took good care of it and it has not oxidized.
Behind West stood four men and women who were also wearing black priest uniforms.
But compared to West, the priest uniforms they wore were much simpler, and there were no gold edging on the cuffs.
Each of them was carrying a silver suitcase with a cross pattern engraved on it. It looked mysterious and no one knew what was inside.
"My people captured a member of the Hagui tribe. He provided a piece of information that the Kingpin of the underground world sent a group of girls to this abandoned dock!"
Tang Song smoked a cigar, the flame from the cigarette butt flickering in the darkness: "This dock has been abandoned for a long time. There is a naval checkpoint six miles away from here. Ordinary human traffickers and smugglers will not come here. It is obvious that our Mr. Jin Bing is delivering goods to someone."
"King Bing, the underground boss of New York!" West lowered his hands and looked at the lighthouse in the distance.
"I heard Dekler mention him. He colluded with the infidels. If it were in the Middle Ages, he would be sentenced to be burned at the stake! Only fire can atone for his sins."
Tang Song narrowed his eyes. The so-called burning at the stake is to tie a person to a wooden cross, pile firewood underneath, and burn the person alive. This is also the method the Holy See has always used to deal with heretics.
However, it is really difficult for the current Vatican to deal with an underground emperor in New York unless it uses official means or mobilizes extraordinary people.
Tang Song spoke at the right time:
"I am willing to help you deal with Jin Bing's affairs.
But I heard that he has many friends in the upper echelons of the Federation.
It is said that there are even big names from Congress and the Department of Defense..."
Tang Song stroked the dragon pattern on his cane, looked at West from the side, and waited for his statement.
Kingpin, the emperor of New York's underground, is the lifelong enemy of superheroes including Spider-Man, Daredevil and the Punisher, but his greatest strength is not his muscles.
It's not his group of gunmen and thugs, but his complex network of relationships in the federal high-level positions.
This is also the reason why he was sent to prison and released again and again in the plot.
With Tang Song's current strength, it is not difficult to kill Jin Bing, but touching his money bag would invisibly offend those behind him.
Tang Song is not afraid, but these people can indeed cause him considerable trouble.
Tang Song wanted to use West's hand to solve this trouble, and at the same time test the strength of the Holy Shield Brotherhood.
West looked at Tang Song deeply, and seemed to understand his intention to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but West didn't mind, and smiled and said:
"Colluding with aliens is a serious crime, especially harming humans and providing sacrifices for vampires. As long as the evidence is true, no one can protect him! Even if the president is behind him, it's useless!"
Hearing West's words, Tang Song nodded with satisfaction: "In that case, after dealing with this batch of vampires, I will also deal with Jin Bing for you!"
At this time, a full moon peeked out from the dark clouds in the sky, and the silvery moonlight made the sea surface sparkle.
In the lighthouse, a big man came out to release water. Looking at the full moon in the sky, he couldn't help but howl at the moon.
As he howled, his face slowly protruded and lengthened, and thick long hair grew rapidly, and his body began to grow taller and stronger.
With a shrill wolf howl, the strong man turned into a tall werewolf.
"Werewolf!"
Tang Song and West looked at each other, and Tang Song raised his eyebrows. This was quite interesting.
… … …
"It smells foul, Dicken, you bastard, actually cooperating with werewolves!"
A tall man wearing a leather jacket, with long hair draped over his shoulders and holding a shotgun in one hand walked out of the underground passage.
Several pure-blooded vampires immediately smelled the scent on the man.
That strong fishy smell is the smell of a werewolf.
Several pure-blooded vampires couldn't help but yell angrily.
However, no one often cares about the anger of losers.
"Well, Lucien, my friend, welcome, welcome" Dickenfels opened his arms and gave the man a big hug.
The man pressed the shotgun against Dickenfels' chest and dodged Dickenfels's movements.
Dickenfels shook his head and shrugged: "We've been working together for so long, and you're still so distant!"
The man called Lucian looked coldly at the pool of blood in the room and frowned.
"Your business is almost successful, where is the thing you promised me?"
"Don't worry, I have people prepare 100,000 ultraviolet bullets!" Dickenfers clapped his hands, and several vampires brought over some wooden boxes.
Lucien pried one open at random, revealing neatly arranged rows of brass bullets that glowed purple.
Lucien picked up one, examined it carefully in his hand, and pressed the bullets into the magazine in front of Dickenfels.
Seeing Lucien pointing a gun at him, Dickenfels raised his hands with an exaggerated expression! "Ouch!"
Lucien turned the gun, aimed it at a vampire next to him and pulled the trigger.
The unlucky guy was shot in the chest before he could react. With a shrill scream, his entire body began to burn from the inside out. In just a dozen seconds, he turned into a pool of ashes.
Several vampires in the room were startled by Lucien's sudden shooting and reached for the pistols on their waists.
"Don't move!" Dickenfels stopped his subordinates.
Lucien looked at the vampire that had turned to ashes, nodded with satisfaction and said:
“Good stuff!”
Dickenfels stared at Lucien coldly: "I gave you what you wanted, but where is what I want?"
Lucien waved his hand, and two tall figures came out of the secret passage carrying a large box.
Before the box was put down, Dickenfers could no longer wait. He walked quickly forward and directly opened the wooden box.
Inside was a tied-up white man with a blindfold on his eyes and a ball gag in his mouth. Feeling the vibration of the wooden box, he couldn't help but let out a whimpering sound.
"Is that him?"
Dickenfels stroked the white man's face as if he was touching some rare treasure. His sharp nails scratched the white man's face, leaving a bloody mark.
Dickenfels wiped the blood beads oozing from the white man's face with his hand, put them into his mouth and sucked them. The sweetness made every pore in his body tremble.
"This human has the perfect blood of the first generation of Alexander. He can combine it with the Daywalker blood in your hand to create another Daywalker as a sacrifice!"
Lucien said in a deep voice to Dickenfels.
Unlike the vampires that originated from Cain's lineage, another branch of vampires in New York is the result of their own genetic mutation.
They and Lucian's werewolves have the same ancestor, a Hungarian nobleman named Alexander Coventis from before the Middle Ages.
This nobleman seemed to have some special genes. After his eldest son Marcus was bitten by a bat, he became the first generation of vampire.
His second son William was bitten by a wolf and became the first generation werewolf.
As for the youngest son, he died of old age in an ordinary way, but because of this, Alexander's genes were perfectly inherited.
The man in the wooden box is the descendant of Alexander's generation.
Lucien had already gotten what he needed from him, but in order to deal with his enemy, he used this human as a bargaining chip to make a deal with Deaconfers.
Looking at the man in the wooden box, Dickenfels let out a vague laugh.
"Bring me Blade's blood!"
A vampire quickly brought several test tubes of serum, which were filled with Blade's blood.
The battle between daywalkers and vampires has been going on for a long time, although Deaconfers has always been at a disadvantage over the years.
However, it was not difficult for Dickenfels to get some of Blade's blood.
It's not that the scientists under his command haven't conducted research on Blade's blood, but they have never produced any results.
After all, one is the scientific side and the other is the mysterious side, and there is indeed some incompatibility between the two.
Dickenfels took a syringe, drew a tube of blood from the white man's arm, injected it into the test tube containing Blade's blood, shook it, and handed it to the subordinate beside him.
"Give it to Claude and ask him to experiment as soon as possible. I want the results!"
Just as his subordinate took the test tube, a cloud of green smoke slowly appeared in front of Dickenfels, slowly formed into a black cat, and called at him.
The red light in Dickenfels' eyes suddenly lit up:
“Damn it, that damn human actually brought people here? How could he find this place
Oh, I see. It was a mistake to seek cooperation with humans. But it doesn’t matter. They are just ordinary humans. ”
Lucien's eyes shrank as he looked at the black cat that suddenly appeared. He recognized that it was the pet of a famous black wizard in the dark world of New York.
It turns out that Deacon Firth also cooperates with the dark wizards.
For a moment, Lucien's mind raced as he considered the pros and cons of cooperating with Deaconfiss.
After all, it is said that Victor had a dispute with this dark wizard in the past.
"Are there enemies? I brought thirty good men with me, all of them are the strongest werewolves!" Lucien took the initiative to speak after weighing the pros and cons.
Dickenfels laughed sinisterly and said to Lucien:
"Don't worry, they are just a group of humans. Now that they are here, don't even think about going back. Let them become sacrifices to the great Blood God!"
"Go, gather people and don't let these humans delay the arrival of the great Blood God!" Dickenfers turned around and instructed several subordinates.
… …
On the abandoned top floor by the sea, a sniper was lying on the spot. In the shadow behind him, two green eyes suddenly lit up.
A cloaked man in the dark shadow seemed to blend into the night.
A cloud of black smoke came out from his hand and enveloped the sniper lying on the roof.
The sniper just felt tired, his mind was confused and he felt drowsy.
His fingers moved.
"Bang!"
A bullet hit the werewolf's feet as he was releasing water at the beach, scaring him so much that he almost jumped up.
The werewolf looked around, then nimbly ran into an abandoned house nearby, smashed the door open and jumped out.
Frank's angry voice rang out in the channel: "Who is shooting!"
"I, I fired accidentally!" The gunshot woke up the sleepy sniper.
"Shoot, kill them!" Seeing that the enemy had been alarmed, Frank gave the order directly.
At this time, the gunshots alarmed several werewolves on the lighthouse. They all roared at the moon and transformed into werewolves.
He jumped directly from the top of the tower which was more than five meters high and ran out roaring.
The sniper on the roof pulled the trigger directly, knocking a werewolf several hundred meters away staggering. The bullet from the heavy sniper rifle directly made a hole the size of a bowl in its chest.
However, the werewolf's vitality was quite tenacious. The silver-plated heavy sniper bullet hit its body. The werewolf fell to the ground and struggled frantically like a dead fish on a chopping board, but it did not die for a while.
The gunmen nearby also poked their heads out from the roofs and corners, firing madly from their AK rifles.
Tang Song stood on the dock, "looking" at the rooftop in the distance, and he felt that there was a "person" there.
A person with a very strange aura. If the energy contained in West next to him is holy light, then the person on the rooftop is just the opposite of West. The aura on his body is very similar to the skeleton monster he refined.
The Western "Necromancer"
And West didn't seem to notice the trace of the "necromancer" and was concentrating on the movements under the dock.
At this moment, the vampire in the bunker was startled by the gunshots and poked his head out of the bunker like a groundhog.
Submachine guns, shotguns and pistols were stretched out from various hidden shooting holes and launched a counterattack.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
…
The snipers on the rooftop came into play at this time. Each shot of the twelve snipers accurately took out an enemy in the bunker.
The power of the Barrett heavy sniper rifle makes it difficult for those simply built bunkers to resist its penetrating power.
For these former professional soldiers, using heavy snipers to bully a group of vampires armed with submachine guns and pistols was no pressure at all.
Just as the sniper on the rooftop was concentrating on aiming at the bunker and firing.
The cloaked man in the shadows raised his hand and waved it gently, and a mist covered the entire rooftop.
Frank, who was firing bursts of fire from his M416, suddenly felt a chill all over his body. A chill ran down his back and he rolled onto the ground without a second thought.
"Bang!"
A heavy sniper bullet landed where he had just been, creating a deep hole in the ground.
The flying stone left a bloody mark on the face of a gunman who couldn't dodge in time.