Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 88 It was all done by the Germans, it has nothing to do with us

"Hey, hey, hey, you bastard, he was our client before, how could you treat him like this, what do you think of us?

Do you really think we are the kind of people who are only in it for the money?"

Matthew said nothing and took it out casually.

He actually took out a small metal box from thin air and threw it in front of the mercenaries.

The lid of the box opened automatically, and the neatly arranged gold bars reflected a dazzling light, blinding the mercenaries' eyes.

Bernadotte walked over and picked up a few to test.

Suddenly he gave Matthew a thumbs-up in a flattering manner.

"Hey, boss, you're really good at judging people."

"Can we talk now?"

"Of course, what's our job?"

"Destroy the monster?"

"what?"

Bernadotte was stunned for a moment.

"What do you mean, monster?
A gangster, a local warlord?"

Matthew shook his head.

"To be precise, they are vampires who become immortal by sucking blood.

Throw garlic and holy water at them, drive a white wooden stake through their heart, chop off their head, and burn their bodies to ashes and scatter them at the crossroads.

That's your job.

For details, please refer to the fairy tale book."

The battlefield was quiet for a while.

"puff!"

I don't know who laughed first.

"Father, stop joking."

"Vampires don't exist in this world."

The mercenaries talked among themselves.

Although this employer is very generous and gives enough.

But asking them to deal with something that doesn't exist is a bit absurd.

“Vampires have always existed, but you just don’t know it, or rather, some people deliberately don’t let you know.

For centuries, the Vatican has been committed to exterminating all existing vampires in the world.

Of course, if you don’t believe it, just watch it.”

Matthew grabbed the black president's hand, pressed his fingers on the teeth of the bodyguard who had turned into a zombie, and gently cut a wound.

One minute later.

The president's body began to twitch just like his bodyguard's.

The broken leg bones healed quickly and fangs grew out of the mouth.

Under the astonished gaze of all the mercenaries, the man suddenly jumped up and rushed towards them with a roar.

"Asshole, don't come over here!"

Bernadotte raised his gun and shouted a warning.

The president, who had turned into a zombie, seemed not to have heard anything at all, and approached quickly, his fangs growing longer and longer.

Bernadotte pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The president was shot in the forehead, heart, and limbs at the same time.

However, at such a close distance, the powerful 7.62 bullet failed to penetrate his body and only caused his movement to pause slightly.

The other mercenaries also reacted and opened fire at the same time.

Countless bullets instantly turned the man into a pool of rotten flesh, and he fell to the ground dejectedly.

However, when the barrage stopped, everyone was shocked to find that the broken wounds were actually beginning to heal slowly.

"What kind of monster is this?"

"This is one of the enemies you will face, the ghoul."

Matthew swung his musket and stabbed it into the president's head, ending his life completely.

"Only virgin women who have their blood sucked by male vampires, and virgin men who have their blood sucked by female vampires can become vampires.

The rest can only become lower-level zombies.

Of course, there are other ways to create ghouls besides this.

Like black magic or something like that.

This guy colluded with a certain black witchcraft tribe and used human sacrifices in an attempt to transform himself into an 'immortal' ghoul.

Ordinary weapons can hardly inflict fatal damage on him.

And for real vampires, this kind of thing can be mass-produced."

"If ordinary guns are useless, do you want us to fight vampires with crosses and stakes, just like in the novels?"

"Of course not, I am the enemy of vampires, you just need to deal with any ghouls that may appear.

I will bless your weapons with power to fight ghouls."

Bernadotte fell silent.

Looking at the box of gold bars on the ground, the man hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "Okay, I'll take the job."

"I thought you were going to shoot me and steal the box of gold." Matthew teased.

"You must be kidding! We are professional mercenaries! You know what a profession is!"

Bernadotte was suddenly dissatisfied.

"He's a bastard who won't hesitate to kill anything he can, whether it's a vampire or a ghoul, as long as he's paid.

Please do not underestimate our professional ethics."

"I apologize for what I said just now."

Matthew clapped his hands unapologetically.

"Meet me in the Haitian capital in three days, and I will bless your weapons.

Before you officially start the mission, you need some weaker guys to practice with.

If possible, we will go to Armenia together."

"Father, you won't come with us."

Golden pages flew out from the clothes.

Wrapped in countless Bible pages, Matthew disappeared instantly.

Bernadotte opened his mouth wide and swallowed all the words that followed.

Beside him, the fat mercenary wearing glasses couldn't help but make the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Are you religious?"

"I didn't believe it before, but now I think I can believe it a little bit."

"Fake."

Matthew learned the magic of space teleportation from Father Anderson after he came back this time.

As long as a beacon is set up in a certain place in advance using Bible pages, it can be teleported there after a short chant.

It can also be used as a small portable storage space for weapons, Bibles and other small items.

Since the teleportation has a temporary delay, it is not very useful in combat, but it is a lot more convenient for daily travel.

If you want to use it in actual combat, you need to improve your sacred magic.

The Bernadotte Mercenary Group hired by Matthew this time is a famous group known throughout the world for its credibility.

It has been active around the world since World War II.

This is the third generation that has been passed down to the new captain.

In the anime, after being hired by the Knights of the Royal Church of England, he defended the Knights' headquarters under the attack of ghouls and fought to the last man.

Still very reliable.

What Matthew was about to do next was most appropriately done by a mercenary.

Because he was going to rob the church.

Echmiadzin Cathedral, Vagharshapat, Armenia.

The cold night wind blew through the birch trees, leaving a rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other in the silent church.

The moon rises from behind an ancient wall with a cross notch.

Looking from the stone road in the center of the church, it looks like a cross made of moonlight.

As the oldest cathedral in the world, Echmiadzin is filled with the rich atmosphere of the ancient Christian period.

This made everyone present subconsciously solemn.

However, tonight, a group of uninvited guests broke in and destroyed the tranquility here.

The old man in the monitoring room fell into a deep sleep with an anesthetic needle in his neck.

A group of soldiers wearing German military uniforms from World War II and holding various equipment climbed over the back wall.

Quickly disperse in all directions.

All the patrolling security personnel were knocked down by several injections of anesthesia before they could react to what was happening.

The not-so-tight defense collapsed in an instant.

“Attention all units, you have two hours to explore all basements of the church.

If any team's cross becomes hot, they must report it immediately.

Do you understand?
over.”

The commander-in-chief of the infiltration force spoke seriously into the walkie-talkie.

"Received, over."

"Received, over."

Responses from various teams rang out over the intercom.

But the team leader didn't wait too long.

Half an hour later, news came from the team that had infiltrated the underground of the church museum.

"We found a metal security door, approximately five centimeters thick. Should we proceed with the original plan?"

"It took a lot of effort to collect so many German military uniforms. I don't know why people wear this kind of clothes, but the customer is king."

A dart pierced the nearest security camera.

The commander of the infiltrating force took off his helmet, revealing long red hair. It was Bernadotte.

"Go ahead and bomb it! It's all done by the remnants of the Third Reich. It has nothing to do with us."

(End of this chapter)