Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Skye is only 19 years old. Although she has lived a life of wandering alone for many years, she is still essentially just a girl who is afraid when she encounters danger.

“Hey, I think you can loosen your grip a little.” Jessica looked down at the girl who was clinging to her arm tightly, looking exasperated.

She struggled slightly to break free, whispered something, and immediately got up and ran towards the door.

The main entrance to the stone chamber was a thick iron door.

In reality, this thing is just for show for Jessica; if she wanted to, she could easily smash it away with her super strength.

She pressed herself against the iron gate and listened intently.

Skye didn't have the guts; she just followed closely behind her, cowering and timid.

"Gunshots, and screams. Someone broke in and is fighting those bastards." Jessica heard the noise and her eyes lit up immediately, looking eager to join in.

She quickly turned to Skye and called out, "Step back, Skye."

“What do you want to do?” Skye asked obediently, stepping back.

Jessica took two steps back, twisted her neck, stared at the iron gate in front of her and chuckled: "I can't let such a good opportunity slip by."

"Ok."

Skye was speechless.

Jessica positioned her legs one in front of the other, raised her right fist, gathered her strength, clenched it, and smashed it towards the iron gate.

Skye instinctively covered her ears.

Bang! !

The entire stone chamber trembled, dust fell in abundance, and a clearly visible dent appeared on the heavy iron door.

But not enough.

Jessica kept throwing punches.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Under the rhythmic and powerful attacks, the iron gate finally could not withstand this super force and was smashed out, hitting the stone wall on the opposite side of the corridor before falling to the ground with a dull thud.

"Go, let's go out."

Jessica looked refreshed; it was so relaxing. She was already thinking that if she ever felt down, she would find something like this to smash and throw it around; it would definitely soothe her mood.

"Wow, that's incredible!" Skye exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Clearly, they have a clear understanding of Jessica's superpowers.

She couldn't understand how Jessica, with her tall and thin frame, could possess such power.

However, upon seeing that Jessica had already left the stone chamber, Skye immediately shook off these thoughts and hurried after her.

The stone outdoor corridor is a complex excavated passageway, and there are old things like oil lamps on the stone walls.

The confusing maze of paths could easily lead to getting lost, but Jessica was clever enough to listen to the sounds and follow them.

They hadn't walked far when the two women saw a brightly lit cave entrance ahead.

The roars and gunshots grew louder and louder, clearly coming from that direction. Unsure of what was happening, Jessica calmly pulled Skye along, slowing her pace and inching closer, tentatively peeking out from behind the wall.

Upon seeing this, both Jessica and Skye couldn't help but widen their eyes in surprise.

This is a huge, open area, about the size of one or two football fields.

The dome is probably twenty or thirty meters above the ground, and she is more than ten meters above the ground. There is a winding corridor along the wall that leads directly down.

That's not the key point. Apart from the altars and the twelve thick square stone pillars, the ground was already teeming with vampires.

Including that guy named Dickon, these guys are ganging up on two people.

Two women.

Wearing a red overcoat with some kind of attractive pattern, black leather pants, carrying a silver cross sword, and holding two pistols, he kept pulling the trigger as he faced the dense horde of vampires rushing towards him.

Bullets pierced the foreheads and hearts of these vampires, then spontaneously combusted, spewing sparks as they turned to ashes.

What shocked Jessica and Skye the most was that both sides were incredibly fast.

Whether it was the two women or the group of vampires, they were all incredibly fast. From their perspective, they could only see afterimages, their figures extremely blurry.

The two women were the fastest, transforming into two vibrant red flames. Their occasional pauses were only after blocking the vampires' attacks, when they would press the muzzle of their guns against the vampires' skin and pull the trigger.

Skye was so dizzy from the blurry, fast-moving afterimage that she had to look away, rubbing her temples with a pained expression.

I feel like throwing up.

"What the hell is going on? Who are those two guys? That's so cool." Jessica ignored Skye; her physical abilities far surpassed Skye's, and this kind of high-speed, dynamic visual impact didn't cause her any physical discomfort.

Instead, his eyes gleamed as he stared intently at the two women on the ground who perfectly combined elegance and violence and were slaughtering vampires.

It suits her taste perfectly.

If she could, she would love to join them right now.

Of course, Jessica still had some idea of ​​what was going on.

Her normal, stable strength range is over ten tons, so lifting a two-ton object and throwing it is easy for her, but speed is a disadvantage.

She is faster than a normal person, can easily catch up with cars, and has the reflexes to dodge bullets.

But look at what's all that below?

They're all monsters. She thinks she could fight one or two or three at a time, but there are dozens or more below her now, so she'd better give up.

Going down there is just like being used as a blood bank; let's wait patiently.

Given the speed at which those two women slaughtered, it probably wouldn't be long before they wiped them all out.

The only odd thing is, aren't these vampires unarmed?

What era are we living in? Still using your bare hands?

That's really backward and their thinking is rigid.

Jessica thought to herself.

Jessica leisurely watched the battle, while Deakin below was furious and his face turned ashen.

Deacon was a very handsome, standard white man with a flamboyant style and demeanor. He was looking forward to the upcoming ceremony and hoped that he could realize his ambitions.

Unexpectedly, two women suddenly broke into the Temple of Eternal Night and began a killing spree without saying a word.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: 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, I’ve spent quite a bit of time looking for you. It’s a pleasure 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 as she complimented, "Good taste."

"This is a classic for men."

Reicher was pleased with Natasha's praise.

“OK, 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. He 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 and finally fixed his gaze on Dickon, who was already swaying: "Aren't we going to kill him?"

“No, he still has his uses,” Negri denied 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.