Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 11 Ghost Hunting (2)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 11 Ghost Hunting (2)

In the dim room and dark corners, there were constant bursts of weird sucking sounds.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

There was a sound of breaking glass, accompanied by sunlight.

From a shadowed corner, a piercing scream of pain could be heard.

Two pale vampires, a man and a woman, were holding two young girls and eating them.

The sun shines into the house and splashes on their skin, instantly like sulfuric acid being poured on them.

They screamed and howled and rushed directly to the corners where the sun didn't shine.

"Bang! Bang! Bang"

Before their wailing stopped, the sound of metal falling to the ground sounded one after another.

Then there was a dazzling bright light and noise.

ah!

The two monsters huddled in the corner, who had just escaped from the sun, were instantly blinded by the flash bombs.

Puff puff puff puff!

Two heavily armed special forces rappelled directly outside the window and broke in through the window.

While the man was in mid-air, the SCAR rifle in his hand aimed at the vampire in the corner and fired half a magazine of bullets.

Puff puff puff...

Such intensive shooting of 5.56 mm caliber bullets would instantly defeat even a vampire with strong recovery ability.

Just as the two special forces soldiers landed, two more soldiers broke in through the window.

"The target has become incapacitated!"

A special soldier looked at the two pieces of rotten flesh that were still squirming after being beaten to pieces, and reported the situation through the headset.

"Team A keeps an eye on the prey, while team B searches the remaining rooms! Others search all nearby rooms with closed windows!"

Frank's voice was extremely calm, with no fluctuations audible. In front of him was a computer, and the miniature camera on each soldier's helmet could transmit the image to the computer screen.

Many people know that Frank is a warrior with extremely strong individual combat capabilities. He was called a "Level 10 agent" by Nick Fury, director of SHIELD.

This level can be said to be the highest value of human combat effectiveness of an individual soldier.

Few people pay attention to the former Confederate Marine Corps captain's ability to command combat operations.

You must know that while in the Marine Corps, he was awarded the Medal of Honor, Navy Cross, 3 Silver Stars, 4 Purple Hearts and the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

Frank is a lone punisher when he is alone, but when he commands soldiers, he is also a qualified commander.

"After discovering the target, don't be stingy with bullets and kill him on the spot."

When a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength, not to mention that this time the opponent is not a human being and there is no room for any mistakes.

The special soldiers who received the order were like a mechanical clock that was wound up, executing the instructions accurately.

Sliding down the ropeway towards the reserved room.

……………

"Point A has been cleared, no target found!"

"The target at point B has been killed."

"Search for point C is completed, no target found!"

As suspected rooms were eliminated one by one, the building's movements also attracted the attention of the police.

In the police car downstairs, two fat-headed, fat-bellied white policemen looked through the glass at the special forces soldiers who were rappelling, and looked at each other in confusion.

An old policeman in his fifties picked up the walkie-talkie in front of him with one hand and was about to report the news.

Dangdang, his car window was suddenly knocked.

The old policeman was shocked and held the pistol at his waist with one hand, quickly pulled it out, and pointed it at the side glass.

To his surprise, a middle-aged priest with a kind face was holding a Bible and waving to him.

…

After each room was cleaned, Frank put away his computer, opened the iron door to the rooftop, and walked down.

In the corridor of the unit building, a single ceiling lamp with a power of 24W flashes continuously, illuminating the narrow corridor.

Frank's military boots trampled on the floor, the stairs were eerily quiet, and the sound of trampling footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound on the porcelain floor above Frank's head, which was reminiscent of the sound of a butcher using a steel knife to scrape back and forth on a whetstone dipped in water before slaughtering livestock.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Frank suddenly stopped walking, swung his palms back, pointed a modified Browning automatic pistol at his head, and instantly poured out the bullets.

"ah…"

Amidst a weird wail of pain, large amounts of blood dripped from Frank's head.

thump!

A weird old white lady fell directly in front of Frank.

The mouth is full of sharp fangs, sharp nails, dirty blood is constantly spurting out, and the body is twitching.

Frank lowered the muzzle of his gun, walked slowly to the vampire, raised his military boots, and stepped hard on her face.

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Four shots broke the vampire's limbs.

Frank took out a dark coffin nail from his pocket and pierced the vampire's face with his backhand.

……………

Several military pickup trucks parked at the gate of the community, and five or six black men skillfully carried body bags out of the building.

On the top of a building far away, Selina watched this scene indifferently.

"Are these demon hunters or a special branch of humanity!?"

Behind Selina, a Death Walker frowned and looked at the heavily armed Frank and his team.

"Do I need to check their identities? The aura on their bodies gives me a bad feeling!"

Selina said in a cold tone: "Don't make matters worse. 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 police chief.

Seeing the black-robed priest looking here with doubtful eyes, Selina quickly jumped to a nearby building without saying a word and scurried away.

The priest shook his head in confusion and mumbled something vague:

"It's strange, I feel wrong, but these demon hunters are really useful, but it's a pity that they cost too much, half a million US dollars. Alas, no matter what, they are much easier to use than those crazy people in the Inquisition!"

Thinking of the previous scene where the referee of the Inquisition took action, the black-robed priest had a headache.

Those fanatical believers are comfortable fighting, and the cost of the aftermath alone is at least eight figures every year.

(End of chapter)