Overlords in the Marvel Universe

Although the taste of the food is not quite in line with Eric Brooks' taste, fortunately, this peaceful daily life makes him very satisfied, and everything is developing according to his own expectations.

After the outbreak of the vampire rebellion, New York City is no longer as prosperous as it was before. The dilapidated streets are full of sundries and garbage that no one has cleaned up. Homeless people warming up next to a bucket.

I hope everything can develop in a good direction, and hope that the city can recover from the pain as soon as possible.

But all of this has nothing to do with Eric Brooks, he is a rough man, not good at other things except killing vampires, fortunately, Eric Brooks' previous savings are enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

With longing for future life, Eric Brooks suddenly quickened his pace unconsciously, but just as he passed the intersection, he found a homeless man in a large windbreaker squatting carelessly on his back The door of the new apartment.

"It's useless, your wife and children's wish to be hot on the kang will not come true." The homeless man took off his hat, revealing the cross tattoo on his forehead, "You were born to be a supernatural assassin, you were born to be like this , this is your destiny."

The shopping bag in his hand fell to the ground, and Eric Brooks reached out and grabbed John Clark by the collar, lifting him up from the steps.

"Listen, Furball, there are two kinds of people I hate the most!" Eric Brooks began viciously, "One is the woman who harassed me, and the other is a monster like you, you are just a person who got caught up in the supernatural. Poor thing about events, because you get nothing out of your tragic life!"

"That sounds familiar, doesn't it?" John Clark, who was grabbed by Eric Brooks's collar, was not afraid, but instead asked Eric Brooks in a calm tone.

Speechless, Eric Brooks let go of his hands, and instead squatted down to pick up the dropped shopping bag, "I'm retired, quit, you go, I don't want to see you again you."

What Eric Brooks said just now was not only mocking John Clark, but also mocking himself.

"You can't escape your own blood. You were born when a vampire killed your mother, and thus became a vampire hunter." John Clark said calmly.

"But I just want to live a normal life now, and I don't want to get involved in these shitty things anymore, okay?" Eric Brooks said impatiently.

"Look man, I've been lucky so far, I just lost what I had, and the rest...they lost their lives."

"Well, as you wish, since you insist on this, then I won't force you anymore." John Clark put on his hat again, and then took out a strange golden sphere from his pocket and handed it to Eric Brooks, "Take it, this is my congratulatory gift to you for moving to your new home, and it is also my respect for you."

"Thanks, but what is this?" After taking what John Clark handed over, he instinctively told Eric Brooks that there was nothing dangerous about this thing.

From the outside, John Clark's gift was a fist-sized golden ball with a hollow golden pattern engraved on it. Through the hollow top, it could be seen that the ball was inlaid with a compass pointer like a clock.

"This is a magic compass." John Clark, who put on his hat, turned and prepared to leave, "It was hand-crafted by a Chinese magician thousands of years ago, and its function in searching for negative energy is like a tradition of pointing north. Like a compass."

"It used to belong to an ancient organization of warriors—'cleaners'. They were committed to eradicating the dark side of human beings. They were also attacked by the dark for revenge. Only a few members have survived to this day." John Clark patiently Eric Brooks explained the origin of the magic compass in his hand.

"It seems that they have done a lot of good things... Okay, it's time to say good night buddy, don't forget to take your medicine before going to bed." Eric Brooks opened the closed door of the apartment with a key, and then said without looking back .

"This is fate, you can't escape..."

Standing silently outside the door for a while, John Clark turned and left.

……

"Damn, which mental hospital did this guy escape from? It makes me look like an attention-grabbing monster."

After returning to the apartment, Eric Brooks casually threw the magic compass in his hand on the sink, and then got himself a glass of warm water.

Just as Eric Brooks drank the water, the pointer inside the magic compass suddenly started to rotate, and even the entire sphere shook.

"This thing moved, it seems that guy didn't lie to me... Oh, sober up." Eric Brooks drank another glass of warm water, "That guy is a monster, except... he knows about me There are not many people who know about the mother's matter."

The magic compass was still shaking gently on the sink, making a noise that Eric Brooks couldn't ignore.

"Fuck off, I don't like it... I don't like where this thing is pointing, damn it, if this thing is right, if something really bad happens..."

Unable to control his strength, the restless Eric Brooks subconsciously crushed the water glass in his hand.

"I can't sit idly by, can I?"

After some mental struggle, Eric Brooks looked at himself in the mirror, and finally sighed helplessly. The psychopath was right, this was his own destiny, and he couldn't escape it.

"This fucking fate!"

Chapter 195 Rehabilitation Training

Opening the cardboard box that had already been sealed by him, Eric Brooks took out the equipment he had used when he was a blade warrior, organized them one by one, and put them on himself again.

In addition to silver long swords, silver darts, teak daggers, anticoagulants, garlic and other weapons designed to deal with vampires; Eric Brooks is also equipped with body armor and pistols using special bullets, and some Spare clips.

After all, the current vampires have also learned how to use tools like humans. The emergence of firearms and other thermal weapons not only makes humans stronger, but also makes dark humanoid creatures like vampires more difficult to deal with.

"Ready to die? I, Blade, am back."

Riding on the locomotive, with the guidance of the magic compass, Eric Brooks quickly found some dark creatures hidden in the dark corners of the city, not only vampires, but also some such as ghouls and vampires. dark creatures.

Eric Brooks plans to use these small characters to practice his hands first, after all his knife skills have become a little rusty due to his previous retirement.

……

Founded in 1845, the New York City Police Department is the oldest police department in the United States. It is responsible for managing order in New York City and nearby areas and protecting the safety of New York City.

In addition to the headquarters at One Police Plaza in New York City, the New York City Police Department has 77 sub-bureaus and [-] traffic sub-bureaus in the city, with a total of more than [-] official police officers.

The target of Eric Brooks this time is the city police station located on the streets of Brooklyn. In order to keep quiet, Eric Brooks did not carry a thermal weapon. He made a dagger, and also took out a new weapon specially prepared for assassination.

A small electric hand drill in sterling silver crafted under ultraviolet light.

Due to its special physiological structure, as long as it sucks blood, a creature like a vampire can regenerate and repair its wounds indefinitely. Ultraviolet rays, sunlight, allicin, and sterling silver are all vampire nemesis, which can inhibit the self-healing ability of vampires. role.

"Oh~Looking at the group of sons of bitches, each of them is really fat~"

"Mongrels, eat less pork chop rice, hahahaha!"

Two bloated and tall male police officers escorted three young men dressed as thugs through the corridor of the detention room. Seeing the arrogant and domineering appearance of these three thugs, it was obvious that they were not in the prison for the first time. To them, being locked up in a prison was as close as coming home.

The police officers passing by showed bad looks, but now times have changed, the police must enforce the law in a civilized manner, otherwise, it is easy to be caught by the keyboard man on the Internet to attack the law enforcement department.Those shit-tricksters hide behind the screen with peace of mind and talk nonsense, preferring to sympathize with criminals than trust the police.

So this kind of gangster is the most troublesome criminal group for the New York City police. It is not harmful, but it is particularly good at threatening people.

The reason why these three gangsters were brought in was simple: street fights and resisting arrest, but they all had the umbrella of minors, so they could only be locked up in the detention room for a few hours if they died.

"Ha, I got another 100 yuan. These idiot white-skinned pigs are as handicapped as old ladies." The three punks talked and laughed, swearing and laughing wildly.

No way, they are white-skinned minors~ Even if they kill people, it’s no big deal. The death row inmates waiting in line for Deadpool in the United States have been waiting for hundreds of years, and I heard that the food in the prison is better than the average middle-class family Even better.

"Hurry up, you can leave in three hours." A kind-looking male police officer urged softly, looking easy to talk to.

"cut!"

Responding to him were three middle fingers of different thickness.

"Wait, this doesn't seem like a detention room?" Among the three gangsters, a fat man wearing sunglasses and a slightly immature face looked at the cell in front of him strangely. Not a single patrolling policeman was to be seen.

"Hey, guys, I have a bad feeling." The little fat man said weakly to his two companions.

"Look at how cowardly you are." The other two gangsters showed disdain, and looked at the little fat man with contempt in their eyes.

"It's not that I'm cowardly, but that the atmosphere really doesn't look right." The little fat man muttered in a low voice, but he was now in handcuffs, and he was still in the police station, so he had nowhere to go.

"Is the filing done?" The middle-aged man sitting on the second bunk in the prison cell flipped through the books in his hand and asked a little casually.

"That's right, it's all settled." The kind-looking male police officer replied immediately, "The computer can prove that we didn't detain anyone tonight."

"Well done." The middle-aged man buried his face back in the book, "Now why don't you tell these boys about the rights they have?"

"I understand, sir." The kind-looking male police officer suddenly grinned, and a creepy red light burst from his pupils little by little.

"Listen, boys, you now have the right to keep..."

"die!"

As the last word fell, the three vampires in the room immediately revealed their original appearances and started a feast of gluttony. The two punks who were closest to the male police officer were disemboweled in an instant, and blood spattered to the next door. There were shocking bloodstains on the wall.

"Ahhh!" The little fat man was so frightened that he fell down on the iron bed next to him, and he didn't know what to say.

"Where do you want to go?"

The middle-aged man sitting on the upper bunk poked his head out, his scarlet pupils greedily stared at the little fat man sitting on the lower bunk.

"No... Please, don't..." The little fat man was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

"Oh... I guess you really want to stay in the suburbs right now." The middle-aged man approached the little fat man with a smirk, and slowly stretched out his sharp claws towards his neck.

"I guess... you definitely don't want to be twisted into a twist by me, right?" Eric Brooks' voice suddenly sounded from behind the middle-aged man. He shook the small electric drill in his hand, and gave the middle-aged man a free An abdominal organ resection was performed.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere. Eric Brooks found that the electric drill was stuck in the ribs of the middle-aged man. He simply let go, pulled out the sterling silver dagger from his waist, and cleanly lifted the other two vampires dressed as policemen to the ground. And split in half.

"Blade..."

Chapter 196 Dry Cleaning Shop

"Ah...ah..."

A painful moan suddenly penetrated into Eric Brooks' ears, which instantly caught the attention of the vampire hunter.

"Oh? So you're not dead yet?"

Eric Brooks looked back at the vampire who had been cut open with a sterling silver electric drill, and a smile of unknown meaning suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The vampire ignored Eric Brooks. The sterling silver had already destroyed its body's self-healing ability. It raised its trembling arms and tried hard to reach the ground next to it.

"Oh? It seems that you want that book?" Eric Brooks stretched out his hand and pulled the trigger of the electric drill again, directly adjusting the gear to the highest gear.

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, the electric drill seemed to suddenly become a large wall-breaking machine, breaking the vampire in front of Eric Brooks in half, blood, flesh and blood, and internal organs were mixed together, making a paste. Filled the wall behind.

Eric Brooks, who was spotless all over, put the book in his arms. The status of this vampire hiding in the police station is not too low. If it can take it so seriously, then this book must be a bit weird.

"Then, what are those things?" The little fat man curled up in the corner suddenly asked with a trembling voice.

"Guess?" Eric Brooks frowned.

The little fat man said weakly, "Suck, vampire...?"

"It's so smart." After helping the sunglasses on his face, Eric Brooks looked at the little fat man on the ground and said, "Do I need to give you some advice?"

"When, of course..."

"Go to school well, eat obediently, and pay more attention to the balanced combination of nutrition." Eric Brooks packed up his equipment and trophies, and then walked towards the door without looking back, "Also, be more mature, don't always think about getting along with me The authorities are pissed off."

"Wait a minute! I haven't asked you yet..."

When the little fat man grabbed the door and wanted to ask the name of his savior, he found that the corridor outside the prison was already empty.

"…name?"

……

Early morning arrived, and the sun pierced through the clouds to illuminate the earth, but for Eric Brooks, early morning was the worst time of the day, and the gray sky would always remind him of death.

Perhaps, I should take time to visit those two old buddies, weed their graves, and put a bouquet of flowers.

While thinking about it, Eric Brooks walked to the door of a dry cleaner on the street with a bag of clothes, and then opened the door and entered.

"...Who are you?" Eric Brooks looked at the young black-haired man in front of the counter suspiciously. In his memory, the employee of the dry cleaner should be a white-haired old man named Caesar .

"Hi sir, do you want to do laundry?" The black-haired man pointed to the staff badge on his chest, answering Eric Brooksia's question.

"Mr. Caesar went out to do some shopping in a nearby supermarket. As for Miss Belinsky, she is cultivating flowers and plants in the garden behind the store."

Eric Brooks' eyes under the sunglasses moved, and he put the bag of clothes in his hand in front of the black-haired man. The moment he pulled it away, a slightly pungent garlic smell gushed out instantly.

"Wow, this smell is somewhat unexpected..." The black-haired man picked up the clothes with a normal expression, then turned and walked into the laundry room behind him.

Eric Brooks watched the black-haired man leave. The other person's reaction to the smell of garlic essence was no different from that of a normal person. You know, ordinary vampires would spit it out in disgust after smelling the garlic essence.

It seems that I was overthinking, those vampires probably didn't notice this place.Also, Kaiser and Belinsky are both old, and the work in this dry cleaning shop is sometimes too heavy for the old Kaiser.

Putting away the doubts in his heart, Eric Brooks turned and opened the back door of the dry cleaner, and walked into the garden.

Chapter 197 Resurrection

"Good morning, Blade Runner, I heard you raided Area No. 13 last night."

In the small garden behind the dry cleaners, a white-haired woman in a woolen sweater was bending over to trim and water the plants in the pots.

Eric Brooks replied calmly, "The third shift now has three vacancies, er... maybe two?"

Her name is Rosa Belinsky. About two years ago, Rosa's husband was bitten and assimilated by a low-level vampire and turned into a bloodthirsty and flesh-eating monster. Eric Brooks arrived in time at the critical moment , rescued Rosa from her maddened husband, and reduced the two vampires to dust.

Since then, Rosa Belinsky, like many victims of the vampire incident, has devoted herself to eradicating these hateful ghouls. She has weaved an amazing intelligence network by relying on the retired old people in the community. And provide it to powerful vampire hunters like Eric Brooks free of charge.

"I brought you a gift, Miss Belinsky." Eric Brooks took out the book he had snatched from the vampire he had killed before from his arms, "The content in this book is very important to me. It's like a toilet paper novel, but I think you should be able to read it."

"You managed to arouse my curiosity, kid."

Rosa Belinsky took the book handed over by Eric Brooks, and she casually opened it and flipped through it. Every page in the book was filled with strangely shaped blood-colored words. The bloody smell of words.

"This is not some toilet paper novel, it is compiled by an ancient text." Rosa Belinsky took out her reading glasses, "Did the vampire holding this book have any experience before going to hell?" What did you say?"