Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 99 The Raven Captain Who Rampages Vampires (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Dickon had never seen such a fierce woman.

He couldn't understand one thing no matter how hard he tried: did he have a grudge against these two women?

Why did they inexplicably chase us here?

You have to understand that this place is a remote border area of ​​New Jersey. What normal, good person would go here?

With his men being killed one by one, Dickon could no longer sit still.

However, instead of rushing up to kill those two vile women, he planned to make a run for it.

Dickon's arrogance wasn't stupidity.

These two women, armed only with two guns and martial arts skills, were wreaking havoc here. From the moment they stormed into the temple to the massacre, dozens of his men had already died in a short period of time.

He was also carrying a cross-shaped sword on his back, clearly indicating that he wasn't serious.

Then why bother hitting a hammer?

He knew with his own eyes that he had no chance of winning. He couldn't even please the adults no matter how hard he tried. It was heartbreaking.

So when Dickon saw that things were not going well, he immediately turned around and tried to run away.

However, his true love, Negri and Natasha, had been keeping a close eye on him.

Just as Dickon turned around, his vision blurred and a scorching hot gun barrel, emitting blue smoke, was pressed against his forehead. The slightly cold gaze of the gun's owner made him dare not move.

He even subconsciously raised his hands, assuming a surrender gesture.

"Wow, hey, we're wondering if there's some misunderstanding between us."

Dickon had no doubt that the other party would pull the trigger.

I have no doubt that I can escape.

"Deacon Fears, it took me quite a while to find you. It's nice to meet you, handsome vampire!" Negril looked at the vampire, who was already drenched in sweat, with a half-smile.

They are actually vampires.

Deacon wanted to retort, but the heat from the gun barrel on his skin made him swallow his words.

"Is there anything I can do for you, madam?" Dickon asked cautiously, his initial arrogance completely gone.

"It used to be there, but it's gone now."

As he spoke, Negril bypassed Deacon and looked behind him.

The beautiful Natasha, who had been choosing graceful dance music, had stopped. She held a silver and a gold Desert Eagle pistol on her sides, her posture elegant and incredibly cool.

Unfortunately, Dickon will never get to see it.

Suddenly, a female vampire hiding in a passageway lunged at Natasha from above, her face fierce.

"Hey, watch out."

Upon witnessing this, Jessica instinctively stepped forward and shouted a warning.

However, just as the female vampire pounced on her, a burly and strong figure suddenly appeared beside Natasha, his thick arm reaching out and grabbing the mature female vampire by the neck.

Heh~ Heh~

The female vampire roared and waved her hands, trying to attack, but the powerful force of that hand snapped her neck.

Then he released his grip, pulled out a Luger Super Red Eagle revolver, aimed it at the motionless female vampire's head, and mercilessly pulled the trigger.

Bang! !

A deafening gunshot rang out, shattering the female vampire's head. Her headless body then trembled and spontaneously combusted, turning to ashes.

Um...

Jessica was a little flustered, staring blankly at the burly man.

The burly man had a buzz cut, stood 195cm tall, and wore a simple black leather jacket, T-shirt, and jeans, which accentuated his muscles. Combined with the exaggeratedly styled revolver, he exuded a tough guy vibe.

The burly man looked up at Jessica in the corridor with walls several meters high, his gaze sharp as a hawk's.

However, he then looked away.

"It seems we're not needed this time."

"Yeah, I'm sorry I only left one for you, Rachel." Natasha knew who it was without even turning her head.

She glanced at the Gru Super Red Eagle in Reicher's hand, her pink lips curving upwards in praise: "Good taste."

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"This is a classic for men."

Reicher was pleased with Natasha's praise.

"Okay, guys, you're a bit late. How about we grab a late-night snack after we're done?" Negri wasn't surprised at all by Reicher's arrival and loudly suggested as he watched Roseco and Bucky stroll leisurely out of the corridor.

"I thought I'd get to meet that Blood God, but getting a free late-night snack is pretty good too." Roseco, the former policewoman from Maggrave, has also completely transformed.

The training at the island base had already instilled in her the temperament of a soldier, making her calm and composed in the face of any situation.

"This is the Temple of Eternal Night? It looks rather rudimentary."

Bucky was quite interested in the temple. He looked around, then his gaze finally settled on Dickon, who was already swaying from side to side: "Aren't we going to kill him?"

"No, he still has a use," Negri said, dismissing Bucky's question.

"That's right, we need his assets, and through him, we need information about vampires all over the world." Reicher walked over, pulled a wooden mask from his waist, and slapped it onto Dickon's mouth.

Suddenly, three wooden sticks automatically extended from the edge of the mask, encircling Dickon's cheeks and closing at the back of his head.

Then he took out a syringe and injected Dickon in the neck.

The latter immediately rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

Nigley raised an eyebrow and looked at Rachel, who gestured with the syringe: "Even with the super-dose, she'll wake up in at least 24 hours."

"Make thorough preparations before taking action!!"

Nigley brought up a phrase that Reich had a favorite saying when they were in the Survey Corps squad.

After saying that, he put both guns back into their holsters on his belt, raised his head and looked up at Jessica and Skye, who were sneaking around peeking out from the corridor above.

"Hey, Mint Bunny, won't you come down and see your old friend?"

The name Negri called out startled Skye, who instinctively looked down at him and asked in disbelief, "Mint Bunny?"

"Yeah, the swallowtail fox sends its greetings."

Nigley said with a laugh that these were the two of them's online names on social media, and the names were quite casual.

"Oh my god..."

Skye's mouth dropped open; she never expected things to turn out this way.

When Matthew woke up the next morning, he discovered that his assets might be about to increase again.

These assets came from that vampire named Dickon.

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According to Reicher's subsequent account, they had taken control of Dickon and, through Negri's Memory Fruit, extracted a great deal of detailed information from Dickon's memories.

This includes collecting information and data on various vampire factions around the world.

He conveniently acquired Deakin's assets in the United States.

It is said that Deacon was just a half-blood rejected by the vampire elders, but he was extremely capable and had accumulated a considerable fortune over the years.

The total estimated assets may exceed $30 billion.

If Dickon alone has so much, one can only imagine how astonishing the wealth of those ancient vampire families must be.