Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 11 Ghost Hunting ([-])

In the dark room, in the dark corner, there were continuous bursts of weird sucking sounds.

"Crash! Crash!"

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

From the shadowy corner, there was a piercing scream of pain.

Two pale vampires, a man and a woman, were holding and nibbling on two young girls.

The sun shone into the house and sprinkled on their skin, and it was like sulfuric acid was poured on them.

They screamed and wailed and rushed straight to the corners where the sun couldn't shine.

"Bang! Bang! Bang"

Before their wailing stopped, bursts of metal landing sounded one after another.

Then came blinding lights and noises.

Ah!
The two monsters who had huddled in the corner and just avoided the sunlight, became blind under the care of the flash bombs.

Puff puff puff!

Two heavily armed special forces soldiers dropped directly outside the window and broke through the window.

He was in the air, and the SCAR rifle in his hand fired half a cartridge at the vampire in the corner.

puff puff puff...

The intensive shooting of 5.56 mm caliber bullets, even a vampire with strong recovery ability, was sieved for a while.

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

"Target has lost the ability to move!"

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

"Group A looks after the prey, Group B searches the remaining rooms! The others search all nearby rooms with closed windows!"

Frank's voice was extremely calm, without any fluctuations. In front of him was a computer, and the micro-cameras on each soldier's helmet could transmit images to the computer screen.

Many people know that Frank is a soldier king with strong individual combat ability. He is called "Tenth Level Agent" by Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
This level can be said to be the highest value of human individual combat effectiveness.

Little attention has been paid to the command and combat capabilities of the former Union Marine Corps captain.

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

Frank was a lone punisher when he was alone, but he was also a qualified commander when he commanded soldiers.

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

The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength, not to mention that this time the opponent is not a human being, and there is no room for mistakes.

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

Downhill slide along the cableway towards the reserved room.

...............

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

"The target at point B has been killed."

"The search for point C is complete, but no target was found!"

As each suspected room was ruled out, the movement of the building also attracted the attention of the police.

Downstairs in the police car, two fat-headed, round-bellied white policemen looked through the glass at the special soldiers playing downhill, and looked at each other.

An old policeman in his 50s picked up the walkie-talkie in front of him, just about to report the news.

Dangdang, his car window was knocked suddenly.

The old policeman grasped the pistol at his waist with one hand in shock, pulled it out quickly, and pointed it at the side glass.

To his surprise, a middle-aged priest with a kind face was waving at him with a Bible in his hands.

……

After the rooms were cleaned up one by one, Frank put away the computer, opened the iron door on the roof, and walked down.

In the corridor of the unit building, a single ceiling lamp with a power of 24W flickers continuously, illuminating the narrow aisle,
Frank's army boots trampled on the floor, the stairs were eerily quiet, and the sound of trampling footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Suddenly, above Frank's head there was a rustling of the porcelain floor, reminiscent of the sound of a butcher scraping a steel knife back and forth on a whetstone dipped in water before slaughtering an animal.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Frank stopped walking suddenly, swung his palms backwards, aimed a modified Browning automatic pistol at the top of his head, and instantly poured out the bullets.

"what…"

Amidst a strange howl of pain, a large amount of dirty blood dripped from Frank's head.

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

Mouth full of razor-sharp fangs, sharp nails, spewing dirty blood, twitching body.

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

bang, bang, bang, bang

Four shots, breaking the vampire's limbs.

Frank took out a black coffin nail from his pocket, and stabbed it into the vampire's face with his backhand.

...............

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

On the roof of a building far away, Selena watched this scene indifferently.

"Are these people demon hunters or a special department of humans!?"

Behind Selena, a death walker frowned at Frank and his squad in full armor.

"Do you need to check their identities? I don't feel very good about their aura!"

Selena said in a cold tone: "Don't make extra troubles, since these homeless people have paid the price, what happens next has nothing to do with us!"

Selena looked at the black-robed priest who was standing beside the police car and was talking to the sheriff.

Seeing the black-robed priest look suspiciously at this side, Selena led the people to jump to a nearby building without saying a word, and ran away.

The priest shook his head suspiciously, and murmured indistinctly:
"Strange, I felt wrong, but these demon hunters are really easy to use, but unfortunately they are too expensive, 50 US dollars, alas, no matter what, they are much more useful than those lunatics in the Inquisition!"

Thinking of the scene where the referee of the Inquisition made a move, the black-robed priest had a headache.

The group of fanatics are comfortable fighting, and the aftermath expenses on his side are at least eight figures every year.

(End of this chapter)