Video bloggers in American comics

"He? Have you seen the enemy?" Zhang Ming grasped the key words.

"No." Dior shook his head, "He is just a nickname. No one has seen him or her. The other person's gender, age, race... We don't know anything. When we came back to our senses, we were surrounded by the other person's illusions.

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"What are his abilities?"

"A lot. I played against him three times, and each time his abilities were different. But in summary, he is very good at mental control, mind reading, and spell impact."

"Three times?" Zhang Ming asked.

Dior took a sip of coffee. The sour taste was not good, but he preferred drinking coffee to "sweet" blood, which made him feel like he was still alive.

"Let's start from the time when I gained my abilities."

Having just transformed from a human into a vampire - even though Zhang Ming said he was an "inhuman", Dio still thought he was more like a vampire in a horror story - Dio felt very scared.

During the day, he locked himself in the underground secret room, holding the cross and praying to God. Only at night did he dare to come up and look for some food.

However, human food lost its appeal to him, and the throbbing in his heart reminded Dio:

He is very hungry.

What he wants to eat is not this junk, but real food.

It's hot blood.

Finally one night late at night, Dior could no longer restrain the impulse in his heart. He left the castle and came to downtown London. Like a ghost, he shuttled between high-rise buildings in the city. His powerful physical ability allowed him to move like a ghost.

A strong wind.

Facing the "delicious" passers-by, Dio used the last of his wits to resist the urge to suck their blood. At this moment, he heard a woman's cry for help.

When Dio rushed over, four men were violently assaulting a girl.

The man's body was filled with the smell of alcohol and an indescribable pungent smell. Looking at their over-the-top looks, Dio guessed what it was.

These guys were on drugs.

The girl was still wearing the clothes of a supermarket salesperson. She had just returned home from a day's work and was unfortunately targeted by this group of drug addicts.

She was struggling hard, and the man gave her a hard slap, then pressed her against the trash can, grabbed a handful of dirty garbage and blocked her mouth to prevent her from continuing to scream.

Another man took out a switchblade and, amid the laughter of his companions, cut open the girl's jeans and tore them open, revealing her white buttocks...

Dio is even hungrier.

Maybe because of the cold, maybe because of fear, the girl couldn't help shaking, which made the men even more excited. The strongest guy among them pushed his partner away and pulled off the girl's underwear.

He took out his own piece, put it on, and was about to enjoy it...

His head fell off.

"Did it fall off? The upper head or the lower head?" Zhang Ming interrupted Dior's narration.

Dio rolled his eyes, not wanting to answer this question.

"Don't you feel relieved to confiscate the tools of a rapist?"

"Are you still listening or not?"

Zhang Ming made a please gesture, indicating that he would shut up obediently.

"I was so overwhelmed by appetite that I killed the four bastards on the spot. While sucking their blood, I looked at the girl who was almost naked. I thought about sending her home after she was full.

, but as soon as I said a word, she fainted from fright."

The girl's blood was definitely more attractive than a few drugged men. Dio tried his best to resist the urge to take a bite, and sent the fainted girl to the door of the police station. After she was discovered by the police, he left with peace of mind.

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From that day on, Dior felt that he had found the direction of his life.

His parents were killed by bad guys, and this power now is like the responsibility and mission given to him by God.

Dior learned from Zhang Ming, Captain America, and designed a uniform for himself. During the day, he continued to train his fighting skills in the castle. At night, he put on his uniform and came to London to fight criminals.

"Okay, London Batman."

"Not a superhero." Dio shook his head and said, "My goal is to be the savior of evil people."

"Savior?"

"Yes, since God has given me this power, I will use this power to save good people and help evil people wash away their sins."

The way Dior helps others wash away their sins is very simple:

Send them to hell as soon as possible to avoid causing more evil, so that they can ascend to heaven sooner.

How simple.

"It was during this process that I met the mage for the first time."

That night, Dio patrolled as usual. Because of his unremitting efforts during this period, various horror stories spread in London. There were fewer pedestrians at night, and some guys with malicious intentions would think twice before taking out a knife.

Is it really worth risking your life for a little money?

Although it is because of fear, peace in the city is always a good thing.

As soon as Dio came up with this idea, he smelled the smell of blood.

When he rushed over, there were seventy-nine corpses lying on the ground. They were wearing similar uniforms, and it was obvious that they were members of the same organization.

In the pool of blood, a small notebook floated up, and Dio picked it up. It had the logo of SHIELD on it.

They are all agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

The tragedy of the scene cannot be described in any words. There are human body parts everywhere. What is even more incredible is that judging from the wounds, most of these people died from killing each other.

Dio smelled blood.

Different bloods, under his unimaginable sense of smell, turned into lines, and one line was walking into the distance, slowly fading away.

The person who left was either a survivor or a murderer.

Dio immediately chased after him.

After crossing three streets, he caught up with him.

It was a tall and thin figure with a back, covered in a black robe, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

When he saw those eyes, Dio knew that the other person was the murderer.

In order to gain stronger power, Dior practiced terrifying expressions in front of the mirror again and again, and his training results, compared to the owner of those eyes, were as innocent as a little angel.

Dio immediately launched an attack.

But the next second, he lost control of his body.

Then, the opponent raised his wand, and a sub-yellow magic bullet hit Dio and penetrated his chest.

"He thought I was dead, but the vampire's vitality kept me alive. I crawled to the hospital blood bank and recovered with a lot of blood. This was the first fight. To be precise, it was a one-sided beating.

.After recovering, I looked for traces of him. I couldn't let such a person be in London. But he seemed to disappear until the SHIELD people showed up again."

"You mean, his target is just SHIELD?"

"That's right." Dio said, "So I also started looking for people from SHIELD at night and wanted to send them messages. Fortunately, Natasha came at night and I saw her and was planning to talk to her.

We were exchanging information, but unexpectedly the mage also came over. Then..."

He pointed at the picture on his phone.

"That's what you see."

"Where's Natasha?"

"After being attacked, I got separated from her. Maybe she is still alive, maybe she is dead."

Zhang Ming sorts out the information he currently has.

The abilities exposed by the enemy include: mind control, mental influence, illusion, magic/energy shock.

The enemy's targets are mainly S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who don't mind killing those who stand in his way;

The fact that the enemy can be tracked by Dio means that he has nothing to do with Kama Taj, at least there is no portal;

Zhang Ming drank the last sip of coffee and after sorting out the existing information, a question arose.

"What is his purpose?"

No destruction, no panic in the city, just attacks on the people from SHIELD.

Hatred?

revenge?

Zhang Ming couldn't think clearly.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was Director Fury calling.

Zhang Ming answered the phone.

"A few minutes ago, I received a notification." Director Fury's voice appeared in the receiver. "The fighter jet that sent you there disappeared just after leaving London. It is very likely that it has been killed."

Along the way, Zhang Ming chatted happily with the young pilot. Before getting off the plane, Zhang Ming agreed with him that after returning to New York, they would go watch an NBA game together if they had time.

Zhang Ming told Director Fury the general situation here.

After listening to this, Director Fury's tone became deeper: "Zhang Ming, you are very likely to be his next target."