The God of Injustice in Marvel

The matter in the Nine Head Bureau was settled, and Leon didn't care how they arranged things after Hawkeye and Sitwell. He said hello to Coulson and left on his own.

Is it fair to shoot a missile and give a sesame seed?

As for the Jiutou Bureau's plan to analyze and copy the Wu Kong Technique and the Transformation Technique Xuan Mao on a large scale, Leon can only say that if you can really decipher the system, you will be considered cheating!

After leaving [Hannibal Food Workshop], Leon didn't go home. There are enemies all over the world, and there are purification values ​​everywhere!

sleep?!

How could he possibly fall asleep at his age?

The vampire issue hasn't been resolved yet!

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It's hard to find these guys, but it's easy to do.

Leon himself must have been unable to find it, not to mention his current half-baked intelligence system. Even if he had actually read the comics in his previous life and remembered the plot, he probably wouldn't be able to find his lair. After all, the comics probably weren't that detailed either.

To the point where people’s house numbers are also marked.

But that's fine if Blade can find him, Leon can find him.

As a player who wanders around in the middle of the night and tries to impress people everywhere, New York is so big in total, and this is not the first time that Lyon meets his peers.

As for Dao Feng, there were several times when they looked at each other from a distance without talking to each other. Both of them had a tacit understanding that they regarded each other as someone who didn't matter.

At that time, Leon was focused on causing trouble for Kingpin, while Blade was chasing vampires. Their goals did not conflict or overlap, so naturally there was no communication.

If it hadn't been for the heir of some clan who took the initiative to send it to him this time, for a while, Leon would have never remembered that the Big Apple City actually had such a large amount of purification value!

Thirteen families!

There is no good friend of any human being!

You have lived for hundreds of years without doing anything!

What else can I say?

If you do too many bad things, there will always be retribution.

Well, wouldn't Leon come to your door?

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Blade has its own fixed hunting range, because his prey always limits its range of activities to that fixed area.

The elders of the vampire clan jointly set such rules.

There are a large number of dance halls, complex underground passages, and all kinds of messy lower-class civilians here.

During the day, this is a desolate place, a forgotten corner of the city.

At night, all kinds of scum, criminals, speculators, and poor people with no way to escape will appear from various corners hiding in the shadows.

And they are the food that vampires "raise" in captivity.

Blade is not interested in the life or death of these people.

It doesn't matter whether he is killed by a vampire, raised like a pig, or escapes from this place and starves or freezes to death somewhere.

Blade has never had the idea of ​​fighting for humans. What happened between him and the vampires was more about personal revenge, resisting fate, and finding some meaning for his life.

Blade has vampire blood.

Yes, as the hunter who has killed the most vampires, the blade that vampires regard as the enemy of life and death actually has vampire blood flowing in his body.

This is not Dao Feng's fault, it can only be said that fate plays a trick on people.

His biological mother was bitten by the vampire Deacon when she was pregnant with him, and gave birth to him when she was sent to the hospital for rescue. From birth, he had half vampire blood.

For many years, Blade has not been accepted by humans because he also thirsts for blood.

It is also not accepted by vampires, because those guys always smell the tempting food smell on Blade's body.

Wandering on the boundary between light and darkness, Blade lives a chaotic life, being hurt by both sides at the same time.

Until he met a lame vampire hunter, the unfortunate Whistler.

For the first time, someone accepted him and was willing to admit that Blade was a living person, a child who could be scared and cry.

As he grew older, Dao Feng began to think about why he suffered such pain and why he was rejected by the world.

He thought more than once, if, if I were just an ordinary person, with an ordinary birth, ordinary growth, and ordinary life, wouldn't there be so much pain in my life?

Yes, it's all because of that pathetic thirst for blood! It's all because of the half of the vampire blood in my body!

All because of...that vampire named Deacon!

From the moment he figured out this problem, Blade made it his lifelong wish to kill Dickon.

After that, this wish expanded a little more every day. Finally, Blade's wish became: kill all vampires!

Every one!!

He has also been working hard for this.

Every day a sword is thrust into the chest of a certain vampire, sometimes one, sometimes ten, sometimes more.

He walks under the sun, eats human food, refuses to eat human blood, and uses silver weapons. This makes him feel more like a human being.

But there are always some scum, some vampires looking for death who mention the other half of his blood.

Just kill them all!

Only by killing everyone without leaving a single one alive can you truly be a human being!

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"Blade!"

Whistler, an old man with gray hair, interrupted Blade's contemplation.

"Are you thinking about those things again? Haha, if you have this skill, why not go out and kill more vampires?"

The lame old man never comforted Blade: You are not a vampire, you are a human being.

I was worried in my heart, but my mouth said something else.

"You can also use your prosthetic limb to kill a few more."

Blade respects Whistler as his own father, but he was raised by Whistler, so naturally he can't express feelings like Whistler, so he opened his mouth and returned the favor.

The old man laughed a few times, limped to the messy workbench, picked up something and handed it to Blade: "Garlic extract, I call it garlic essence."

The blade took it and found a row of roughly modified syringes. The needle tubes contained some white liquid that looked like milk.

"One, just one, an ordinary vampire will... bam! Hahaha!"

Whistler made an explosive motion with his hand and said, "Does your knife need some maintenance? This kind of scar doesn't look like a vampire's bone."

Blade looked at the small gap on the blade, grinned, and said, "No need, this is a souvenir left by a little warrior who killed a vampire for the first time."

Whistler nodded and said nothing.

Eating a piece of chocolate and a bowl of vegetable salad with no expression on his face, Blade suppressed his nausea and swallowed.

He has not drank human blood for eleven years, and now his body is becoming more and more resistant to human food, making him somewhat uncontrollable.

Whistler came over: "Are you okay, otherwise..."

"No!"

Dao Feng flatly refused: "Never!"

Whistler still said nothing and left silently.

I closed my eyes and rested for a moment, suppressed the discomfort in my stomach, put on my big windbreaker, put on my sunglasses, put my samurai sword in the hidden scabbard on my back, and rode my motorcycle into the night.

Tonight, I want to kill a few more.

(Ps: Thanks to: Xunmeng’s Magician, **Dead Emperor, Liu Mubaiyan, and book friends for their rewards. I plan to set up a QQ group when my computer comes back, are you interested?)