Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

This is very common in the United States.

The main problem is that the US itself doesn't act ethically, so it's no wonder that Americans themselves are questioning it.

But the question is, why is it related to vampires? And what about Deacon? Didn't he turn Blade's biological mother into a vampire slave?

Tsk, this is quite a mess.

However, Matthew didn't care anymore. His own appearance had already completely steered the Marvel Universe off course, and all sorts of strange things could happen.

Even the Ancient One, who possessed the Time Stone, no longer uses it to see the future.

Because there's simply not enough time to keep track of everything; every single second, millions or even tens of millions of future possibilities emerge.

And it appears exponentially.

This little incident is nothing to worry about.

"Boss, Bucky, Roseco, and I will go there." Reicher had also received the news and came over to Matthew to submit the request.

Negri is his friend, and he generally trusts Negri and Natasha's abilities.

However, since it involves vampires, we must be cautious.

Especially since the vampire force appears to be very large, there is a high possibility of something going wrong. Beneath Raiche's burly and robust physique lies a steady personality; he dislikes any unexpected events.

"Go."

Matthew casually opened a portal for Rachel and the other two, saving them the time of traveling by plane.

After opening the portal, he lay back down in his luxurious suite in the base, leisurely reading a book.

Yes, he was looking into information about electromagnetism.

The Rumble-Rumble Fruit has great potential for development. It needs to be combined with scientific knowledge. Once developed, it can make him much stronger.

As for Negri, I believe there shouldn't be any major problems.

They're just a bunch of vampires.

He is much stronger than ordinary people, but he is far inferior to his Astartes and Ravens, which could lead to conflict.

Matthew didn't even need to lift a finger.

Both warbands are equipped with weapons that counter vampires, allowing them to wipe out their so-called families one by one in a very short time.

It has to be said that if we ever run out of money in the future, these wealthy vampires could be a source of additional wealth.

However, this possibility is not very high.

He has too many assets; the assets he gradually acquired from Pierce Hydra alone are enough, not to mention Drekoff's assets.

The wealth generated by industry is not static.

Instead, it's increasing every minute and every second, and this wealth will only expand faster over time. Everyone says Tony Stark is rich, but now Matthew's wealth far surpasses his.

......

Edgewood Building in Midtown Manhattan, New York.

The bright moonlight shone on this high-end mixed-use commercial and residential building in the early morning. The building, which should have been quiet and deserted at that time, was actually very lively inside.

Or rather, the top floor was extremely lively.

The top floor is a magnificent and modern luxury apartment, complete with all sorts of modern amenities, including a huge swimming pool where dozens of shirtless men and women in shorts are either swimming or not.

They would either embrace each other, occasionally taking a sip from a wine glass filled with scarlet liquid, their faces full of pleasure, with scarlet blood dripping from their lips, creating a filthy atmosphere.

The energetic music added even more vibrancy to the atmosphere.

However, judging from the sharp fangs that these people occasionally reveal, they are not human, but a group of vampires.

Vampires, who fear sunlight, have the opposite activity schedules to ordinary people.

The early morning hours, when they should be sleeping, are actually their peak activity period.

However, these vampires, immersed in the pleasure of blood and flesh baths, did not notice that two Grim Reapers were arriving in the basement of the building.

Two very handsome Grim Reapers.

A Ford with fake license plates pulled up to the side of the road. As the car door opened, Negri and Natasha, both wearing red overcoats, looked up at the top floor of the building.

You can clearly hear the loud music and the sound of a child blushing and having their heart pounding in their chest.

"Hopefully they'll continue to have this much fun." Negri stretched, with two Beretta 92FS swords hanging from his waist.

Natasha was the same, but instead of a sword, she had two Desert Eagles hanging from her waist.

Actually, Natasha used to prefer the Glock 26, a pocket pistol, commonly known as the "baby Glock".

It features a small size, short grip, and a 10-round magazine, making it suitable for small hands and easy to conceal in a thigh holster.

I use it because it's easier to hide, but that doesn't mean I like it.

This is necessary for the task; it just needs to be practical.

These guns are no longer of much use to Natasha, since her level of individual combat ability is already superhuman, and firearms are outdated.

But if possible, Natasha prefers larger ones, such as the Desert Eagle.

Therefore, in situations where guns were appropriate, she chose these two guns without hesitation.

Besides the gun, Nigley bent down and pulled two swords with crosses hanging from the back of the driver's seat. He threw one to Natasha and casually stuck it behind him.

All that could be seen was that there were no hooks or clasps on the back, so the cross sword simply clung tightly to the overcoat.

It seemed that some kind of special suction force was holding the cross-shaped sword in place.

Natasha was the same.

Negri and Natasha walked to the building entrance, looked up, a gentle breeze ruffling their hair, and smiled at each other.

He then squatted down slightly.

next moment.

boom!!

The ground is slightly sunken and cracked.

Chapter Ninety-Five: Natasha, the Grim Reaper Under the Moonlight (An extra chapter for the amazing performance of Xin Ni Yi Jiao)

Like a volcanic eruption, explosive force burst forth from their bodies, their long legs exploding with incredible energy.

The shockwave exploded outwards.

The two women shot straight into the sky like a sharp sword, running along the glass windows of the building's exterior all the way to the top floor.

The glass along the way was shattered by the high-speed impact, and countless shards of glass fell to the ground like snowflakes.

A 30-story building is exactly 100 meters away.

The two women, each weighing seventy or eighty tons, were propelled into the air after gathering their strength, almost leaping into the air.

The sound of shattering glass had already caught the attention of the vampires on the top floor.

Chaos has even broken out, showing that the vampires, who have been enjoying luxury and intoxication for countless years, have long forgotten to be vigilant.

It wasn't until the two women landed on the edge of the pool from mid-air that they realized the visitors had ill intentions.

Negri, dressed in a red overcoat that billowed in the evening breeze, smiled as he looked at the puzzled and surprised gazes of the vampires around him, some sitting, some in the pool, and some embracing each other.

He even politely greeted them: "Guys, I'm sorry to interrupt your party, but would you mind if I asked you a few questions?"

Who are you?

One of the young, handsome, blond white vampires frowned and asked.

Even if he were stupid, he would know that the two women were not simple people just by appearing in this way.

Especially its unprecedented vitality.

Even from a distance of more than ten meters, they could smell the sweet blood between the two bodies.

Putting everything else aside, quite a few vampires around them were already intoxicated, unable to resist opening their mouths to reveal their fangs, their eyes filled with greed.

He felt that the precious virgin blood in the goblet no longer tasted delicious.

Seeing the vampires' eager expressions, Negri quickly scanned the area, not finding her target, Deacon. She nodded, "It seems I need to communicate with you in a different way."

Without hesitation, he drew his two pistols from his waist and fired at the two female vampires who were stealthily swimming towards him from the poolside.

boom!boom!

Gunfire erupted, and two bullets pierced the foreheads of two female vampires.

The next moment, without even a scream, both of them spontaneously combusted as if they had been set ablaze with kerosene, sparks flying everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, they turned to ashes and disappeared into the pool water.

As Negri drew his gun, Natasha simultaneously pulled out two Desert Eagles from her waist and pulled the trigger.

Two more vampires spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes.

"Damn it, they're silver-plated bullets. Kill them."

Upon seeing their companions in such a terrible state, all the other intoxicated vampires immediately sobered up and cried out in alarm.

As vampires, they possess a very special physique, far surpassing that of ordinary people, and also have an extremely long lifespan.

But the price is fear of sunlight and silver weapons.

Ultraviolet light and silver weapons were deadly poisons to them; contact with them meant certain death with no chance of survival.

Because of this characteristic, many vampire hunters use silver weapons.

Examples include silver-plated cold weapons, bullets, and the production of ultraviolet weapons.

The fact that Negri and Natasha were carrying such weapons already indicated that these two uninvited guests had ill intentions.

In an instant, the vampires revealed their ferocity, baring their fangs and lunging at Negri and Natasha with a speed far beyond that of ordinary people, a speed that ordinary people could not even react to.

However, these people's speed was child's play in the eyes of the two women.

With a slight sidestep, Nigley dodged the male vampire's attack, which was aimed at him with sharp claws. As the vampire passed by, Nigley raised his gun and brought it close to the vampire's chin: "Bye-bye."

Bang!

The bullet pierced the vampire's brain through his chin, and he immediately burst into flames.

Then he raised his right leg and stomped on the female vampire who lunged at him, before pulling the trigger again at her head.

Kills +2

Natasha was not to be outdone. She was light and agile, and even after her physique was enhanced, she still retained her distinctive fighting style.

Like a venomous snake, elegant, swift, and precise.

Use minimal force to precisely eliminate your opponent.

Dodge, pull the trigger, dodge, pull the trigger, and after running out of bullets, smoothly change the magazine and continue pulling the trigger.

Under the moonlight, accompanied by the energetic music and the continuous gunshots, it was like a beautiful concerto.

Two beautiful women danced gracefully, while vampires around them burst into flames, sparks flying as they turned to dust.

The gunfire quickly subsided.

Only the exciting and energetic music burned brightly.

The once crowded balcony on the top floor is now empty, with only Negri, Natasha, and the blond white vampire who initially questioned Negri.

A female vampire with long red hair was also following beside him.

They had lost their previous arrogance, conceit, and anger; all that remained was fear and dread, so much so that their bodies trembled and they wished they could jump off the building and escape immediately.

But Negri and Natasha flanked the two men.

How much time has passed?

Their companions were killed. Although it seemed that Negri and Natasha killed them with guns, their precision, strength, speed, agility, and reflexes all surpassed those of vampires.

Guns are only good for dealing with Blood Servants.

Hitting a real vampire is extremely difficult, despite the high speed of the bullets.