New Punisher: I am a mass murderer in Marvel

Chapter 30 Blade, stab him!

Blade was stunned: "Aren't you going with me?"

Cohen shook his head and motioned for him to look behind him.

There, a woman in white had just arrived.

She looks very young, about the same age as Blade, but she is Blade's mother.

She was bitten by a vampire while pregnant and was sent to the hospital where she gave birth to the half-human, half-vampire Blade.

Before, Blade thought she had died a long time ago, but the truth was, she had become Frost's girlfriend!

Blade had to admit that his outlook on life had collapsed the moment he saw her.

Fuck, do I still have to call Frost my stepdaddy?
Cohen patted him on the shoulder and said, "You definitely can't do it, so I'll do it."

Blade hesitated, then turned and left.

There were only two people left in the secret room. Cohen looked at the woman in white with a smile and said, "Madam, how about you surrender?
After all, you don’t want to see the blade…”

Before he finished his threat, the woman in white rushed over. Cohen smiled and said, "Tsk tsk, I can't afford your enthusiasm."

Blade's mother was clearly not a fighter.

As soon as her body touched Cohen's, she felt a strong electric current rushing through her body and she stiffened instantly.

Cohen had no intention of getting entangled with her any further.

If he delays any longer, Blade will clear all the minions by himself. How can he earn the gift packs?
After a quick glance, an idea came to his mind. He took out a tube of strong sedative from his waist and injected it into her.

This was also something he picked up from Karen's hospital that no one wanted.

Then he placed her in the huge stone coffin that had trapped Blade just now, closed the mechanism, and the two huge stone doors trapped her tightly.

He had no intention of killing her, so it would be best to leave it to Blade himself to decide how to deal with her.

When he arrived at the battlefield below, Blade had already killed many people.

Cohen felt distressed, so he pulled out his gun and fired randomly, successfully taking down a few heads.

He yelled, "Leave these guys to me, you deal with Frost!"

Blade didn't hesitate and turned and left.

Looking at the enemies rushing over, Cohen showed a happy smile on his face.

In order to ensure the sacrifice, Frost brought all of his men, as well as many human mercenaries and vampires.

In front of his infrared vision and master-level pistol skills, they were like little fools waiting in line to die.

He acted without any sympathy, and while cleaning up these little idiots, he kept an eye on the battle between Blade and Frost.

After all, he still wanted to kill Frost.

Unfortunately, the plot is not as it is in the movie. Frost, who obtained the power of the Blood God, is extremely powerful and almost defeats Blade.

If it weren't for Blade's strong physique, he would have been killed long ago.

Blade exhaled a breath and his eyes turned cold.

The long sword flashed with cold light as he danced with it. His mental power was highly concentrated, while Frost, who rushed towards him carelessly, was full of flaws.

"Swish, swish"

One sword cuts off the hand, and one sword cuts off the head.

Frost didn't dodge, but Blade knew that it wouldn't kill him.

This has happened several times.

The broken head and arms didn't even have time to fall off before blood gushed out of the wounds. Within a few seconds, the wounds were healed as before.

With this recovery ability, even Wolverine would be inferior to him.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Frost laughed: "You want to kill me, do you have the ability?

Now I am a god, the god of vampires!"

Just as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly flew in front of him, and then a large amount of silver-white powder was sprinkled on his head.

what?
He took a few steps back, but soon realized that it was just silver powder.

"Humph, it's too late to use this trick now. The sun, garlic, and silver can't hurt me now!"

He looked at Cohen standing in front of him, with a smile on his face: “Are you the Iron Man?
Kneel down, and I might consider sparing your life!"

After clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers, Cohen shook his head: "Humph, I think you are dreaming."

He turned around and rolled his eyes at Blade: "Use the things I gave you, are you playing house with him?
Stab him hard!"

Daofeng suddenly realized and scratched his head: "I forgot!" You black fool!
The two of them were talking as if no one was around. Frost, who was ignored, was furious: "Assholes, you are looking for death!"

The next moment, he attacked the two of them at an extremely fast speed, "Bang!"

After two punches, Cohen's body was thrown into the air by the huge force. Only then did he realize that it was amazing that Blade could hold out for so long.

Frost's speed far exceeds that of humans, and there are almost only afterimages between his movements.

Cohen gritted his teeth, and the dragon energy burst out instantly. After his physical fitness doubled, he could barely see Frost's movement trajectory.

"Hey, what kind of ability is this?"

Frost asked curiously, noticing the change in him.

He couldn't help but move forward and stretched out his hand to grab Cohen for a closer look, but as soon as he got close, Cohen sprinkled a large amount of silver powder.

Although the silver powder could not cause any harm to him, the disgust in his heart still made him subconsciously dodge.

At this moment, a dazzling light exploded before his eyes!

A strong electric current instantly flowed through his whole body, making him stiff for a moment.

The silver powder in the air melted and dripped onto his face.

Then comes the second and third courses.

Frost, who was paralyzed, was furious and felt a stinging pain on his face.

He felt like he had lost all his face.

Originally, Cohen hoped that Blade could take advantage of the opportunity to do something while Frost was under control, but no!
This black idiot was lying on the ground rubbing his chest, and he hasn't stood up yet!

Frost regained control of his body, his eyes blazing with fire. He rushed forward and punched Cohen hard.

Cohen crossed his arms to block and had to take a few steps back.

In his heart, he just wanted to curse Blade, saying that such a good opportunity was wasted.

Why are you rubbing his breasts? If you had taken the opportunity to stab him a few times, the fight would have been over long ago!
Frost's attack was like a storm, and Cohen struggled to hold on.

Fuck, the movies are all lies.

The blade is not cheating!
The key is that if you don’t open it, I’ll be in trouble!
You are injured and your chest hurts, but you can't run faster than me!

Finally, Blade, seizing the opportunity, struck.

It was still a very cool three-hit combo, but... it was just air.

But what Frost didn't expect was that the knife didn't cut him, but a mouthful of spit flew over and hit him.

Two rows of big white eyes appeared on the face of Blade Blade, which had been frozen for thousands of years. He grinned like a fox: "Hey, Ace Monkey!"

Can this be tolerated?
Faced with the merciless ridicule of the old man with facial paralysis, Frost instantly became furious!
He rushed at Blade, knocked his knife away with three or two punches, punched his liver with one or two punches, and then lifted him up by the neck like a dead dog.

"Blade, today is the day you die!

Look, I'm going to be the king of New York!"

Frost spit on Blade's face: "Not just vampires, all humans will surrender to me!"

"rub!"

Unexpectedly, there was something hidden in the hand that Blade dropped limply.

Feeling a slight sting, Frost looked down and saw a syringe stuck in his chest.

He looked puzzled, smiled contemptuously, and looked into Blade's eyes: "Haha, it's allicin?

Have you forgotten that I am no longer afraid of it!"

"Who told you that it contains allicin?"

A laughing voice came from behind him.

Frost sensed something was wrong; strange changes were occurring in his body.

At the same time, he also discovered that the insidious guy Blade was going to stab him again.

He swung his hand and threw the blade away, but the blade in mid-air still threw the syringe over.

Frost endured the discomfort in his body and dodged to the side, but he did not expect that Cohen was already behind him.

Cohen's dynamic vision was pushed to the limit. He caught the flying syringe with incredible precision and threw it out again!

"Pfft!"

Frost turned his head and looked down. A wobbly syringe was inserted into his trembling buttocks.

He's broken down, what are you doing?
(End of this chapter)