"Boom boom boom..." The continuous sound of explosions made this aristocratic manor once again in the center of the stormy waves, like a lonely boat in the sea that might be destroyed at any time.
Unlike the armor-piercing shells that whistled sharply every time they bombarded, and the black arrows that blended into the night, the sky was confronted with patches of green light that fluttered like spring rain.
Looking carefully, these green lights are all small emerald green arrows that look like real ones. It seems that the green light vectors win by quantity, and their power is not very strong, but the shooting trajectory of these light vectors is very strange.
When each wave of green light vector appeared, it was just a thick light beam at first, rising from the horizon on the other side of the manor like a rocket, and then it would bloom in the air like fireworks, throwing down a wide range of green light rain .
The light rain draws beautiful arcs in the night sky, each time covering the cannonballs and black arrows just right. It's like a net made up of light arrows, whether it's a powerful armor-piercing shell or a silent metal explosion arrow will be knocked off track, and even the shock wave after the explosion weakens its power in the continuous light rain .
Looking at the serial explosions ahead, the guards in the manor finally realized that this wave of enemy attacks was not easy to resist. At this time, there are not many surviving guardians of the manor. Except for Integula, the leader of the HELLSING headquarters, there are only one man and two women left.
The man was wearing a bulletproof leather jacket, his bare arms were muscular, and he had a strong tough guy style all over his body. It's just that in such a dark night, he still wears a pair of sunglasses on his face, which seems a bit disruptive to the atmosphere.
The remaining two girls, one of them has red hair and green eyes, not only has an enchanting figure, but also has a beautiful face that can be called stunning. She was wearing a tight black leather jacket, which made her look even more protruding, with big breasts and wide buttocks. It's just that this beautiful woman's eyes are cold and her pretty face is covered with frost. At first glance, it's really hard to make people think.
The other woman looked young, not so much a woman as a girl. The girl has blond hair and blue pupils, with an immature face, wearing a khaki military uniform of the HELLSING agency, and unexpectedly has a pair of big breasts that can be called a murder weapon. Compared with the previous mature beauty with a glamorous temperament, Tong Yan's big breasts are quite different.
"Natasha, is that woman still refusing to evacuate?" The man in the sunglasses stared blankly at the green light rain in the night sky, his eyes flickering and he didn't know what he was thinking.
For Clint Barton, the "Hawkeye" who has reached the top of a mortal but does not have a superhuman physique, this obviously super-powered archery can be described as the ultimate pursuit. If it wasn't for the mission, he would be happy to play with his opponent all the time.
"Aha, no wonder Steve left the two of us behind. These Brits, even women, are so stubborn." The red-haired woman spat with a cold face, and raised the infrared sight in her hand again The sniper rifle aimed through the broken window at the tall black figure that was rushing madly towards this side.
"Clint, why do I feel that handsome Nazi guy across the street can shoot faster than you!" Black Widow's shoulder shook, and a bullet casing jumped out of the sniper rifle automatically, but the target she was aiming at was like a prophet, and her figure swayed strangely, almost Dodged a bullet by a hair's breadth.
"Hey, Natasha, this isn't funny at all!" Clint looked back at the cold-looking Russian beauty with a black line on his face, but in fact he had a hot and unrestrained personality.
Knowing that his companion was motivating him, Clint secretly shook his stiff fingers, and put a black arrow on the alloy bow again, but... the limit has been reached.
He has never felt that he has such a high-intensity shooting. It is already amazing to use the metal arrows of an alloy bow to play the rate of fire of a submachine gun. Coupled with the concealment and precision of Black Arrow, his suppression effect on the enemy is actually stronger than another vampire girl who operates a 30mm caliber cannon.
Qin Lun's rapid fire was like continuous spring rain, but on the other hand, he had no choice but to do so. Only with the cover extended to such a range can the "Eagle Eye"'s elusive archery be blocked. Otherwise, the mighty cannon of the vampire girl alone would not be able to suppress Grant's mad rush.
However, Qin Lun and Grant have legal bodies, and this kind of high-intensity battle has little effect on them. Although Hawkeye's physical fitness is also very good, he is just an ordinary person after all. He can be called a strengthener, but he is not superhuman.
From the time the enemy started to charge, in less than a minute, he had already emptied two quivers, a total of thirty alloy black arrows made of composite materials. On a regular battlefield, this is enough to suppress a heavily armed armored company, but for the enemy in front of it, it only slows down the assault speed of that tall black shadow.
"There are still fifty meters left, Clint, are you alright?" The red-haired beauty put down the sniper rifle in her hand, and glanced casually at Hawkeye's slightly trembling fingers.
After working with Hawkeye for so long, Black Widow is very aware of her companion's abilities.
Despite the help of high-tech sunglasses, the target is a superhuman who moves like the wind. It is a miracle to some extent to force the opponent's superhuman shooter to counter-repress and instinctively evade at an interval of four seconds.
The two of them were not the type to fight head-on. One was a long-range support shooter, and the other was a female intelligence agent who was proficient in disguise. In the battle of superhumans, using them as the thick-skinned and thick-skinned Captain America must be putting the cart before the horse.
"Natasha, go see Miss Integra!" Clint glanced at the other room where the vampire girl was, and said in a low voice, "Take her to Steve and Tony, and tell them that the target has appeared Already!"
"You mean... Gerthard Heinrich, the German ace sniper during WWII?" Natasha frowned and looked out the window, "But..."
She understood the meaning of her companion's words, that Integula was a key person, and she must not fall into the hands of the Nazis. If necessary, she would take coercive measures to take her away. However, although Integula is not a superhuman, he also has some combat power and is not easy to subdue. Only the black widow, who is also a woman, is easier to succeed.
"Well, Steve said that Gerthard can use arc ballistics, although I don't know why he changed to a longbow, but in my eyes, that weird arc shooting technique is hard to hide. Clint smiled and pointed to his sunglasses, "Let's go, we can't deal with the enemy, only Steve and the others can fight these two people head-on."
"What about you?" The red-haired beauty raised her eyebrows, "Do you want to stay alone and seek death?"
"I won't be so stupid, stop for a while and follow me!" Clint joked with a smile on his rigid face, "You care so much about me, why don't you agree to date me!"
"You'd better die alone!" Natasha shook her red hair, turned and left with a cold face.
"Hehe!" Hearing the sound of the black widow's high-heeled shoes going away, Hawkeye lowered his head and chuckled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and pulled back the alloy bow in his hand.
"This battle is over. If you are not dead, I will go to see "Othello" with you. I heard that 'Metropolis' will be performing next week." Natasha's cold voice faintly came from the dark corridor .
"Do your best!" Looking at the tall black figure that had broken through the front door, Clint smiled wryly and threw out the cigarette he just took a puff of, "FUCK, I don't even give you time to smoke!"
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In the central hall of the main building of the manor, Integula was wearing a brown military overcoat and sitting behind the desk with a cup of coffee. Even in such a dangerous situation, there is still no tension on her slightly neutral face, which makes the black widow who pushes the door to enter can't help but feel admiration.
This tenacious strong woman is indeed a descendant of the legendary Van Helsing, the head of HELLSING, she deserves it. However, in Natasha's eyes, this woman was a bit too stubborn.
"Natasha, how's the situation?" Seeing the red-haired beauty come in, Integula put down the coffee cup in his hand, opened the cigarette case and took out a cigar.
"Fortunately, the enemy has temporarily retreated!" Natasha's eyes flashed, she stepped forward with a smile, and grabbed the Zippo lighter on the table.
Now the sound of explosions from the outside has indeed stopped, and across the bulletproof armor plate in the hall, the surroundings have regained a dead silence.
"Don't come near me again!" Integula sighed, flipped his wrist, pulled out the rapier worn at his waist, and separated the black widow, "Natasha, I'm not an idiot! I am very grateful to S.H.I.E.L.D. The help of allies, but... the next battle belongs to me, let's stop here!"
"Miss Integula, what do you think we have fought so far, please stop being self-willed!" Natasha slowly put away her smile, and said expressionlessly, "Come with me, Steve and the others It’s not far from here, if you want to send you to find that Alcatel, find them to ensure your safety!”
"Natasha, you don't understand!" Integula's usual serious expression suddenly relaxed, and he looked at Black Widow with a half-smile, "Alcatel's battle will not be changed because of my life and death, and the same is true for Captain America. .”
"Leaving aside the status of the head of the HELLSING agency, I am still a vampire hunter. This is the headquarters of HELLSING, and there is no room for retreat. It doesn't matter whether I live or die, I am here, this is my home, my Command, my graveyard!"
Integula opened the drawer of the desk, took out another lighter from it, and lit himself a cigarette. Looking at the rising smoke, he narrowed his eyes and smiled sincerely, "Female soldier, thank you for your heroic battle. I command you to retreat!"