devil priest in marvel exorcism

Of course he can handle it!

Natasha said in her mind.

Although even she couldn't do it at this distance.

Like the ninja in black, dodge the unexpected and powerful pistol bullets.

From this point of view alone, the black ninja is indeed very strong.

But to say that he can be better than Dolby is not necessarily true.

After all, others may not know the truth.

But she knew that the so-called high-tech steel armor was not an external armor as ordinary people thought.

When she was at the flea market, she saw with her own eyes how Dolby suddenly put on that armor from scratch.

Looking at Dolby's frightened expression now, she curled her lips inconspicuously.

Randomly, he also showed a frightened, delicate and frightened expression.

Then a panicked scream shouted to Coulson.

"He's not wearing that high-tech armor. He's just a slightly stronger ordinary person."

Coulson was startled by Natasha's sudden loud voice.

Before he could react, Natasha continued speaking loudly in the tone of a broken pot that seemed to have collapsed.

"You have also seen how terrifying those ninjas are. They are as fast as ghosts and cannot be killed by bullets.

Do you think he can handle it? "

"Ordinary people?!"

Natasha's words reached Xin's ears.

From the panicked tone of the woman, it didn’t sound like she was faking it, so...

"Since you fired first, now it's my turn!"

At the same time that Dolby pulled the trigger for the second time, with a ferocious roar, Xin's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

No longer testing, he directly launched an attack at this moment.

"Pfft!"

Along with the sound of the sharp blade piercing the skin into the muscles, a touch of coldness entered the abdomen.

Then there was severe pain, coming from the wound.

Dube lowered his head and looked at the katana that was irritating his lower abdomen.

Blood flowed from the wound along the blood groove made by the katana sword.

The faint voice of the black-clothed ninja sounded in his ears.

"Mr. Father, if I want to blame you, I can only blame you for blocking my way!"

"Ahem... you, who are you?

Me, did you bomb my church?

You...are you here to avenge those vampires? "

Doobie struggled to ask.

His tone was weak and he looked like he would faint in the next second.

Xin could feel the sound of Dolby's blood dripping onto the ground along with the blade.

His stab was very accurate, and the priest in front of him hardly resisted before he stabbed his kidney through the knife.

This kind of injury would occur to an ordinary person whose strength lies entirely in high-tech armor.

Dead!

Xin put his black-gloved hand on Belly's shoulder and said with a contemptuous smile.

"Those vampires are nothing.

We are Hands and Clubs! "

As he spoke, he put his hand on Dolby's shoulder and gave it a gentle push.

With the sound of the sharp blade being withdrawn from his body, Douby shook feebly and collapsed to the ground.

The golden revolver also fell on the cold hard floor tiles, making a dull impact.

"Why... you want to blow up my church!"

Dolby collapsed on the ground and stretched out a hand, trembling as if he wanted to grab something.

The tone was also full of confusion and reluctance.

"Why bomb the church?"

Xin took out a small piece of white cloth from his body.

The knife in his hand is a famous knife. In addition to being sharp, it also has extremely high historical value.

It must be maintained at all times and blood cannot stay on the blade for too long.

He wiped the blood off the katana in his hand, and then threw the blood-stained white square cloth on Dolby's body like trash.

Watching the blood on his body slowly flow out from the wound, turning the white cloth completely red.

Letter, the violence in my heart disappeared in a flash.

He glanced at Coulson and his group in the distance, and then at Dolby lying on the ground.

After thinking for a moment, he said it in a pretentious manner.

"Actually, there is no personal grudge between us.

I can only blame you. Under the church, there are dragon bones that the leaders need buried.

That is a treasure that can extend your life!

Not to mention that what is above is just an ordinary church, even if it is the White House above, it cannot prevent us from getting it! "

"Before...ahem, before I die, can you tell me where the headquarters of the Hand and Society is?"

"You want to know where the headquarters of the Peace Conference is?"

Shin waved his katana.

Although the blood on the blade had been wiped clean, he still subconsciously turned his wrist to flick the blade.

This is called blood shock in Iaido, which means shaking the blood on the knife.

After completing this action, he realized that the knife in his hand had no blood.

With a self-deprecating smile, Shin put the katana back into its sheath.

After putting the knife away, he frowned and looked at Dolby lying on the ground.

The place where the wound was stabbed on his body was still sizzling and bleeding.

The young face was bloodless and very pale, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

A mortal body was stabbed hard in the kidney.

Xin felt that the young priest was dead.

So he was not going to answer Dolby's question just now, because there was nothing to say to a dying person.

He had already "mercifully" wasted a lot of time and answered several questions.

Now he was not going to waste any more time on this dying man.

The church was blown up and the priest was about to die.

The next matter of digging the keel will no longer be hindered.

While he felt relaxed, the violent emotions in his heart surged up again.

He wants to play a "game" with this priest who is not dead yet!

Turning his head to look to the side, he saw the group of guys surrounded.

From what the Western woman just said, it is not difficult to infer that those people knew the priest.

In that case...

He took two steps forward, avoiding the blood, stopped in front of Dolby, and squatted down.

He stretched out a black-gloved hand, patted Dolby's face gently, and said.

"You shouldn't be so curious.

Those guys..."

He pointed at Coulson and others and continued.

“Especially that white woman, you should know her.

Although I satisfied your curiosity and answered your questions.

But it's a pity. "

His voice gradually became lower, looking very regretful.

But the next moment his voice became high-pitched and violent.

“It’s a pity that they also know these secrets.

Originally they didn't have to die, but because I knew these secrets, I couldn't let them leave alive.

All this is because of you, Mr. Father!

Your curiosity led them to the abyss of death!

Ha ha ha ha! "

As he spoke, he laughed wildly, as if he had just told a very funny joke.

On the streets at night, the street lights were dim, and wild and violent laughter echoed in the sky.

The SHIELD agents stood there looking at each other, a little at a loss.

The red-clothed ninjas stood motionless one by one.

They are like a group of mechanical puppets that have no emotions and only know how to kill.

After Xin finished laughing, he lowered his head and carefully observed the expression on Dubi's face.

What he likes to see most is the expression of despair and regret shown by his enemies or inferiors.

He was an orphan and grew up in the Hand.

Or in the Hand, except for the five leaders.

Most of the other members are orphans.

There are real orphans whose parents have died and their families have been lost.

There are also those with good qualifications who were discovered by the Hand and then "orphaned".

The one who recruited and trained these orphans was Bo disciple, one of the five leaders of the Hand.

Although they take in orphans, the Hand is a killer organization with a clear purpose, not a charity.

In an ordinary Japanese family.

Parents correct their children's misbehavior from an early age and often restrain them with mockery and mock threats of abandonment.

For all the orphans collected by the Hand, the Hand is a big family.

The disciples who train and teach them, and the other four leaders who occasionally appear, are the patriarchs.

In this big "family", there will be no ridicule, only vicious insults.

There will be no pretended threats, either.

Because once you lose value because you are too naughty, you will be truly abandoned.

And there is only one consequence of being abandoned, and that is death!