Lord of Cinder in American Comics

The high-explosive shell roared first, and the Octogen warhead in the flames generated a high pressure of 200 kPa, high heat, and a large number of fragments.

But even with such power, it failed to penetrate its body, only tearing off a chunk of flesh from the ghoul's chest, exposing its chaotic internal organs to everyone's view.

What was launched next was a hastily modified holy water thermobaric bomb. It was called a thermobaric bomb, but the thermobaric agent was replaced with holy water, and the secondary ignition device for igniting the thermobaric agent was gone.

However, this makeshift weapon played a crucial role, plunging headfirst into its internal organs.

The ghoul's internal organs writhed incessantly, trying to expel the rocket that was still spewing its tail flame.

However, the exploding holy water directly ignited the ghoul.

Starting from its internal organs, a white light, like that of thermite, ignited. Within the white light, black smoke was continuously burned and then disappeared into the air.

The holy water caused the ghoul to let out a painful howl for the first time in front of the team.

It kept tearing out its own internal organs, letting these organs, which had been stained with holy water, detach from its body. Then it grabbed the scattered corpses nearby and stuffed them into its mouth.

The attack team naturally couldn't miss this important opportunity, and without orders, everyone spontaneously began firing freely.

The bullets struck various parts of the ghoul's body, adding to its suffering.

The last flamethrower, carrying disinfection equipment, fearlessly pulled off his only bottle of holy water and threw it at the ghoul.

As the holy water bottle shattered, the deep corrosion of the white light began on the ghoul's skin.

The disinfection equipment sprayed diluted holy water, adding a layer of white light to the dim space of the morgue, allowing them to see the combat environment more clearly.

The fearless flamethrower soldiers advanced towards the ghouls, sprinkling diluted holy water as they went.

The squad commander seized the opportunity and ordered, "Except for the rocket launcher operator, who needs to keep his holy water, everyone else, throw! Target the ceiling above the ghoul's head!"

Adaptability in combat is something ghouls, who are only interested in eating, don't understand. Its gaze was still fixed on the approaching flamethrower soldier.

The holy water in the glass bottles hit the ceiling, shattered, and poured down, soaking the ghoul's entire body.

After several consecutive attacks, the seemingly invincible ghoul finally fell.

The flamethrower soldier continued to spray around the ghoul's body until the ghoul's entire body was completely corroded.

Even in this situation, the squad leader was still not satisfied. He ordered an anti-materiel weapon to cut a large hole in the ghoul's head, then stuffed a bottle of holy water he had saved into it, and then shot it to pieces.

Having completed this step and seeing the ghouls remain completely unresponsive, the squad commander finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With the ghouls out of control, communications were restored in the morgue, and flamethrower soldiers were spraying water around the perimeter.

"Sir, you need to take a look at this..."

Meanwhile, Stark also heard the news of the mission's completion. He was in Ashe's office, waiting for Ashe to make her final decision.

As the footage of the battle's defeat played, Stark angrily said, "Couldn't you have sent your Thor out to take down those siege tanks?"

"Siege tanks deal extra damage to heavily armored units; Thor simply can't get past them!"

"So you have to wage an urban warfare strategy? Can't you be more aggressive and just launch a full-scale attack?"

"I don't have Jarvis to constantly report on the battlefield situation..."

"Are you implying I cheated? Jarvis is mine too!"

"Tsk... I didn't say that..."

The two were engaging in a game of shifting blame in the office, and if it weren't for the occasional reports, no one would have guessed that they had just remotely commanded a battle.

After the two calmed down from their defeat in the game, Stark poured himself another glass of wine and sat down on the sofa.

"Ash, when will they contact me?"

"That depends on how quickly they want to cover this up! After all, it's their own family's problem, and the fewer people who know about this joke, the better..."

Just as the two were about to start another game, Hill called Ash's phone.

Ash gave Stark a signal and then turned on the phone's speakerphone.

"Ash, S.H.I.E.L.D. has obtained your box of holy water, and they are unable to return it to you at this time..."

These words, which only served to cover up the truth, made Stark instinctively want to say something, but at Ash's prompting, he kept his mouth shut.

"It's alright, it was the Bureau of Control's own mistake. You got it, so you got it. Everyone loses things at home sometimes..."

This suggestive statement made Hill frown. Was Ash implying that she also wanted to cause some losses for S.H.I.E.L.D.?

But since I've received Ash's favor, I must respond to this request.

If she doesn't agree, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mess will be exposed to everyone immediately, and Hill suspects that Stark is also on the other side, so it's not a problem if this matter explodes in the public eye.

"Yeah, everyone makes mistakes. So what exactly did S.H.I.E.L.D. lose that you picked up? I need to check the lost items list carefully..."

"Oh, it's just some belongings of Howard Stark. A careless deliveryman sent it to Control Bureau, thinking it was S.H.I.E.L.D.! Our people accidentally signed for it. Do you still want it? If not, I'll dispose of it myself..."

Silence. Not a sound. Hill seemed to have vanished from the other end of the phone.

Ever since learning that Nick Fury had withheld Howard Stark's personal belongings, Hill, after taking over S.H.I.E.L.D., confiscated everything Nick Fury hadn't had time to take.

Howard Stark, an item belonging to one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., is a particular focus of Hill's attention.

Everyone knows Howard Stark's name, and the scientists at S.H.I.E.L.D. hold him in the highest esteem.

Hill remembers most clearly the quote: "What limited Howard wasn't himself, but the times..."

The limitations of the era prevented Howard Stark's creations from being fully showcased. Everyone knew that the Arc Reactor in Stark Industries was created by Howard, but no one could fully understand the technology behind it.

Now, what Ash wants are Howard's belongings. Hill can imagine that Stark on the other side is memorizing every word, and if she doesn't agree, the scandalous affairs of S.H.I.E.L.D. will be exposed by public opinion...

This is also why Stark explained the enemy on behalf of Ashe earlier; Stark made a 'contribution' to the fight, so he cannot be ignored.

After rubbing his temples, Hill finally gave in to the combined attack from Ash and Stark.

"No need, please return it to Stark for me. It originally belonged to Stark."

Upon hearing this, Stark pumped his fist to express his excitement.

Seeing this, Ash gestured to Stark, signaling him to be quiet.

"In that case, let's have that deliveryman take control of the situation again, since it was his mistake..."

Understanding that this was a time limit set for her, Hill could only agree, saying, "I will urge the courier to pick up the package today..."

"Okay, I'll wait here for the deliveryman to come..."

After hanging up the phone, Ashe looked at Stark and let out a long sigh of relief. Stark, meanwhile, slumped onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought...

"Ash..."

"Don't say anything thank you...you know I'm not doing this for gratitude..."

Stark swallowed back what he was about to say and simply nodded to Ash.

'But you weren't doing this for the reward! How can I possibly thank you...'

He thought of Ash's wealth, which was no less than his own, and a bunch of loyal followers, and he didn't even need to worry about equipment, even though he was a great inventor.

Thinking about the shortcomings, Stark suddenly had an idea: he was going to give Ash a surprise.

Meanwhile, after arranging for someone to deliver the goods to Ash, Hill received a communication request from S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"I hope you kill all the monsters..."

“Yes, Chief, but we have made another discovery…”

As he spoke, a video was sent to Hill.

In the video, Melinda is seen squatting on the ground in a corner of the morgue, drawing some unidentified symbols on the ground with her blood-stained fingers.

As the combat team approached Melinda, the holy water sprayed on her body emitted a bright light.

As the remaining holy water was sprinkled on Melinda, a white light, like that of a ghoul, emanated from her body. Her skin was then completely corroded, only to become intact again in an instant.

Throughout this process, Melinda showed no reaction whatsoever, did not wail, did not move, but simply drew unidentified symbols on the ground.

Where is she now?

"He was imprisoned in a dark cell, and everyone he came into contact with passed the holy water test..."

"Contact the hunters; I hope to get the information I need from them..."

Chapter 214: Cross-dressing fetish?

Contacting the Hunters was a last resort for Hill. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s previous objective, according to the World Security Council, was to win over Constantine.

But who knew that those SHIELD trainees sent out haven't sent back any useful intelligence yet.

Some people brought back relevant magical knowledge, but without a teacher's guidance, it was basically impossible to understand its meaning.

A genius from S.H.I.E.L.D. managed to decipher part of it, but before he could explain what he had learned, he was inexplicably consumed by flames.

It was only then that I realized that even students of the Dragon Academy had to pay a price to learn magic and spells. Anyone who tried to unravel the principles without paying the price would suffer a backlash.

If the path of the magician is blocked, then the only option left is to seek out the hunter.

The fact that hunters can be hired now indicates that their stance is not fixed and that prices are negotiable.

Since the last large-scale delivery of supplies, S.H.I.E.L.D. has also left the Hunters' contact information, eliminating the need to wait for a reply via email.

Shortly after contacting Geralt, and after telling Geralt the location, Geralt appeared to fall from the sky.

He was now dressed in modern clothes and was looking at his phone as he descended from the sky. If it weren't for his frightening entrance, no one would associate him with the image of him wielding a greatsword and cutting through vampires seven times.

Geralt now looks like a thug in a suit; anyone who sees him would think he's on his way to gunfights.

Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s black cell, Hill was waiting for Geralt in the observation room. The person she was observing was Melinda, who had been brought in.

"What did you grab? A shell?"

These were Geralt's first words to Melinda, and the hunter's tone was full of doubt and confusion.

"What do you mean? She's an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Hill's explanation made Geralt glance at him, and that glance made Hill feel as if his soul had been frozen.

"So, you've joined the darkness too?"

Geralt's cold tone made Hill's tense body unable to move. She suspected that if she couldn't give Geralt a satisfactory answer, he would kill her on the spot.

It was then that Hill realized that of all the supernatural forces she could contact, Ash was the easiest to talk to. Constantine was a nonchalant, carefree sorcerer, while Geralt before her was a hunter who showed no mercy to darkness.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization that protects the world's safety; we will not fall into darkness..."