Marvel’s Princess Chapter 610: Hellstorm
Looking at these expressionless soldiers, even John Wick, who has killed countless people, is still a little scared at this time, and he feels incredible about the technological power of the hotel.
Directly instilling combat skills, and these guys who don’t look like living people, the strength hidden in the hotel is too powerful!
“Can you understand me?” John Wick asked, looking at the one hundred and fifty identical cyborgs behind him.
"Of course, sir, we are ordered to follow your orders."
"Okay! I need you to divide your team now. Twenty people will create chaos in the front, and the remaining people will go with me to make a surprise attack from behind."
“Yes, sir.”
The power of the Vampires will be enhanced at night, but this gain is just that, and will not produce an overwhelming advantage.
Bella's original plan was to have 10,000 cyborgs, but now she has 30,000 cyborg soldiers in hand, so she can deploy her troops more easily.
The troops are sufficient, and the cyborg soldiers also carry silver bullets and silver tactical swords. Even if they exchange one for ten, she will not lose.
As the second hand points to nine o'clock, the cyborg soldiers scattered outside large and small houses, nightclubs, casinos, car washes and many hospital morgues in New York City launch attacks at the same time.
John Wick and a dozen other elites led the attack against the vampires located on Wall Street. The vampires here were older and hidden deeper.
At this time, John Wick was hiding in the dark, setting up his sniper rifle, and then ordered the cyborg soldiers to attack.
“Who are you?!” The guard at the door stopped them. Under the moonlight at night, his eyes looked a little red.
The cyborg soldier drew his knife and stabbed. The vampire guard's reaction speed was much faster than that of the cyborg. He grabbed the cyborg's wrist and then tore it out violently.
"Poof" a stream of milky white, milk-like artificial blood sprayed all over his face.
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"What the **** is this?" Before he could figure out what was going on, the silver tactical blades in the hands of the remaining cyborgs pierced his chest, and the vampire guards turned into fly ash on the spot, which made him John Wick watched from a distance and was surprised. Are there really vampires in the world? !
He kept shooting at the vampires who were trying to escape, while the cyborg soldiers followed the input commands somewhat rigidly and carried out methodical attacks.
Cybroid soldiers have no emotions, no fear, and they don't care about sacrifice. Vampires can't do that. They are extremely afraid of death.
The fear of death seriously affected their combat effectiveness. They were beaten back steadily without being able to exert even 70% of their 100% ability.
Such a scene happened in the streets and alleys of New York City. Bella used the Cauldron of All Things, divination, and interrogation of vampire traitors to find more than eighty strongholds. Now they were attacked at the same time, and the peaceful night was instantly destroyed. Shrouded in gunfire and explosions.
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After losing the advantage of a surprise attack, the vampires also began to fight back. Biochemicals were constantly having their necks ripped off by them, and milky white artificial blood flowed everywhere. The scene looked particularly "evil".
Under a gorgeous building on Wall Street, as many peripheral families were attacked and a large number of blood descendants died tragically, some surviving family elders and warriors quickly gathered here.
American media has always said that people on Wall Street are vampires. In fact, they are very right. Some ancient secret party vampires live here, using the huge wealth accumulated by their respective families to participate in and control the development of the world economy.
Night is the most active time for vampires. At this time, several well-dressed vampires who look quite gentlemanly are standing or sitting in the hall, listening to reports from their subordinates.
Some vampire elders are cursing in weird British accents, while others want other families to top up the vats so that they can take advantage.
Before they could come up with a solution, the door was pushed open with a bang, and a tall, muscled vampire strode in holding a cyborg with only its head left.
Several vampire elders frowned. The milky white, fluoride-based solution in the biochemical human body can replace the hemoglobin that transports oxygen to the blood. This artificial blood has a pungent and weird smell to humans, but To a vampire, this stuff is almost like stinky tofu, it smells so bad!
"Idiot! What are you doing? Do you know where this place is?" Several vampire elders yelled loudly.
The tall vampire was even more angry: "It's you who are stupid! You just sit here and study. Have you studied anything? The enemy is about to kill here! You should have killed all those humans long ago. Kill them all." It makes them scared, not what you idiots call economic control! Where is your control?"
The hardliners among the vampires, that is, the younger generation, have long been dissatisfied with the dominance of the old vampires. Unless these guys die, the younger vampires will never be able to take over. The contradiction between the two sides is extremely deep. Finally, today, when the disaster is imminent, moment, completely exploded.
"Dickon Faith, remember your identity!" an old vampire snapped.
The other party did not retreat even half a step, looking at each other without fear, as if they were looking at a life-or-death enemy.
An old vampire raised his hand and shot out a black mist. The smoke rolled and contained a lot of dark magic. Dickon Faith knew the power of this spell and slammed the door fiercely.
"Your Highness Hellstorm, we have been attacked and now we need some help from our allies." The oldest vampire in the room, with skin like a mummy, said to the empty seat next to him.
A young man suddenly appeared on the seat. He had blond hair, blood-red eyes, and an inverted pentagram symbolizing Satan painted on his chest.
His appearance instantly raised the temperature of the room by ten degrees. Hellstorm glanced at the old vampire, his voice a little hoarse: "We formed an alliance with vampires to fight against heaven, not to help you fight."
Hellstorm's tone was full of dissatisfaction: "Look what you have done? I reminded you before not to provoke that woman, but you promised me at that time!"
The old vampire said sadly: "It's just the private actions of some young people. They are wrong, but they have good intentions. Several ancestors acquiesced to their actions. We have backup plans, but it is a pity that the passing human being Destroyed...turning the topic back, why are we so eager to increase our strength? Isn't it for the ultimate victory of hell?"
Hellstorm laughed angrily: "Does Hell need you to do this? You are not willing to use those so-called elites to play tricks and cleverness. This is your end today!"