American comics: The savior starting from the vampires

"Holy Shit! God! What the hell is this?"

"Mommy, look, angel!"

"Merciful God, your gaze..."

"Farke, where did this guy come from? Don't even try to scare me, Jonathan Klein!"

"Originally I didn't believe in God, but now, I think I should go to church tomorrow..."

"Brother! Me too!"

"……Amen!"

"..."

The entire Gotham Center Street traffic system seemed to be paralyzed at this moment. When the first angel was witnessed hanging "above the moon", it spread like a virus. Almost everyone either stopped or stopped. They stepped on the brakes and looked up at the sky, looking at the unknown existence suspended in the sky.

Six huge wings that were even higher than a person were suspended in mid-air without any movement, but the unknown existence was floating in mid-air like this.

Just like those angels that Christianity talks about.

Six Wings... is the highest rank of the legendary angels, the real Archangel!

"Should we change careers? If I do good things now, will I still have a chance?"

The bald black man, a gang leader, murmured to himself. He stared blankly at the scene outside the balcony, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

The various gang leaders who were sitting at the table and discussing how to avoid the vampire next looked at each other.

"Klim, have you not gotten over the last time you were hunted down by a second-generation blood descendant?"

The gang leader couldn't help but laugh and said that they all knew about this matter. At first, it was always regarded by Krim as a declaration of revenge against vampires, but later they used it to make fun of him.

Not to mention taking revenge on those blood disciples who are so popular in Gotham now, just the identity of the other party's second-generation blood descendants is worth their fear.

No one would be stupid enough to help him deal with a second-generation blood disciple, and a high-level blood disciple with many blood descendants!

"Isn't that guy really so scared by those vampires that he wants to wash his hands in a golden basin?"

Another gang leader, who was wide and fat, couldn't help but chuckle.

Withdrawing his gaze from the scene in front of him, Klim sneered and turned to look at the nonsense guys sitting on the table.

"Maybe you damn bastards, you can come over here and see what's out there!"

"?"

Confused, the gang leaders in the central area stood up from their seats one by one and came to Klim's side.

When they rushed to the balcony and looked in the direction Klim pointed, everyone was stunned.

"Fake..."

A gang leader cursed dryly. The scene in front of him directly subverted his three views.

"Impossible! How could such an existence exist?"

"I have done so many bad things, I can only go to hell... No, I don't want to go to hell! Everything in front of me is an illusion, it's all fake!"

The big man who had just taken the lead in taunting Klim showed a ferocious face and roared crazily. His eyes were staring at the mysterious existence hanging in the air. The whites of his eyes were filled with blood. It was obvious that his heart was fluctuating greatly.

"Haha, even legendary creatures like vampires exist, so why do you imagine that those so-called angels don't exist? After all, vampires were just legends in the past, and angels are existences that are passed down orally from generation to generation by those who believe in Christianity!"

There was a certain ridicule in the words, but the voice came from behind everyone.

"Farke! Farke! This damn fucking world!"

The broad and fat gang leader cursed angrily. He glared fiercely in the direction of the voice. He wanted to tear this mean-mouthed guy to pieces!

Not to mention him, almost all the gang leaders, including Krim, and even their subordinates, all looked at him.

A man was standing in front of their door, arms crossed on his chest, body caressed slightly, and a standard bow made.

"Clown? Where did you come from as a clown? Are you tired of living?"

The big man scolded angrily as he walked forward. Looking at the man in front of him who was wearing clown makeup and whose hair was messy and disheveled on the unkempt suit, his anger suddenly arose. When he was scared, there was someone there. Make fun of him.

He wanted this guy to know what death felt like.

He strode up to the man with a funny smile on his face, and grabbed the clown's throat with one hand.

However, the man who had not moved all this time suddenly stopped smiling. Looking at the sinister eyes, the big man, who was the leader of the gang, felt tight in his heart and felt that something was not good.

But it was too late. He grabbed the knife and fork on the table and plunged it into the big man's throat as fast as lightning.

Compared with them who are physically larger, the clown's skills are much faster. Whether he picks up a knife and fork or attacks instantly, he looks extremely sharp, and everything seems to have been expected.

"Kekeke..."

With his eyes widened, the big man covered his neck and looked at the clown in front of him with splitting eyes, a smile on his face again.

He didn't expect it to end like this...

boom!

The huge body fell heavily to the ground. The shocking scene in front of him made all the gang leaders take out their weapons.

This time, they no longer acted like gangsters. They all loaded their pistols and pointed them at the man with his hands raised above his head from a distance.

"Hey, MAN, you all saw it, that guy is looking for death. I don't mean any harm!"

The man didn't seem to worry about these guys at all. He shook his head and lifted his clothes. Looking at the bomb tied to his body, all the gang leaders felt their scalps numb.

Just looking at the size of those barrels, they knew that once the bomb detonated, they wouldn't even leave a body behind!

"who are you!"

Klim asked loudly, his eyes full of ferocity and violence. As a gang boss, what he hates most is others threatening him.

"Me? Haha, I'm just a little person in Gotham!"

With a funny smile on his face, the man swaggered up to them, looking calmly at these gang leaders who wanted to kill him with a thousand knives.

"You are all well-known bosses in Gotham, but you hide in such a cornered place, complaining all day long, just like those little women. I am really ashamed of you!"

The man smiled softly, not paying any attention to the anger that was almost ready to burst out of the eyes of the guys in front of him.

"What is your purpose? Believe it or not, if you tease me again, I will let you know how death is written! Do you think this will keep you safe? I am giving an order now, whoever can take your head, Whoever will get $1 million in cash!”

"One million? That's too much. How about you give it to me and I'll deliver it to your door myself?"