I Summon the Shadow Corps in the American Manga

Isabella covered her face and ran out.

If Kerry didn't take action, maybe she could still struggle for a while.

But in his previous life, Kerry, as a man with 99 groups, was very proficient in the skill of cutting in two. If he didn't take action, he would go straight to the fatal point quickly and accurately.

People like Isabella are very common. They will leave you when they are down and come to play the emotional card when they are brilliant.

But since you are nowhere to be seen when you are down, why should you show up as the icing on the cake when you are brilliant?

Kerry is very professional in dealing with this kind of scumbag, and he can kill her with just one word.

At this moment, Kerry was in a calm mood. He originally thought that his mood would be a little indifferent and gloating. After all, Isabella was the loser and he should be very happy.

But no, he was calm in his heart. Looking at Isabella leaving, Kerry was thinking about when she would transform into a vampire and then kill her.

"It's the effect of dark latitudes."

Speculate by summoning ghostly ninjas and changes into dark latitudes.

The Dark Dimension will greatly weaken people's emotions and enhance their rationality, just like it promotes Kerry to become a qualified king.

It's not that this is bad, but Kerry doesn't want to be a monster who only seeks power and has no emotions.

Edward was worried about Isabella and quickly chased after her.

Only Kerry and Alice were left in the small dark room at the moment.

Because Isabella teased Alice before, it probably meant that Alice was also a bitch and was thinking about her boyfriend when she was in love.

Alice, who felt guilty that her thoughts were exposed, smoothed her hair, turned her head and stared at her toes: "Don't listen to that guy's nonsense, I'm just grateful that you worked hard for Carlisle."

"I know." Looking at Alice, Kerry couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, such an arrogant but stubborn and cute character.

If there was something that could keep Kerry's feelings alive, maybe Alice would be a good choice, something like an anchor that could keep Kerry some humanity.

"Thank you." Kerry stretched out his hand and gently pulled Alice into his arms.

The woman didn't seem to expect that Kerry would come up with this move. Her body stiffened slightly, but feeling the long-lost warmth, Alice greedily buried her head in Kerry's arms.

At this moment, Alice is no different from any other girl in love.

For girls, if they fall in love, their IQ will decrease accordingly.

"Kerry." Alice, buried in Kerry's arms, whispered, "Do you have any dreams?"

"Dream?" Kerry was slightly startled, probably not expecting Alice to ask such a question.

Alice lowered her head and whispered: "For example, if you are an angel, your dream should be to wipe out all the demons in the world?"

"Uh, not really." Kerry shook his head, thought for a while and said, "If you have to talk about your dream, then it should be to become the biggest boss in the world and protect everything?"

"I will help you." Alice looked up and stared at Kerry, her eyes full of determination.

Sensational words can be said at any time, but necessary things must be done immediately.

"First find a place to hide this guy."

Baker on the ground exuded an ominous aura, giving people a cold feeling. Alice could feel the cold aura even from a long distance away.

Kerry didn't want another idiot to break in here and cause a lot of trouble.

Just taking a picture and posting it online can cause an uproar.

To be on the safe side, the two found a wardrobe and stuffed Baker in it.

"I really didn't expect that this guy turned out to be a fallen angel. At that time, I thought he was a good person." Alice couldn't help but feel scared when she thought that the three of them had fought side by side.

"Yes." Kerry nodded, indicating that Alice was right.

The two men found a white sheet from a pile of debris to cover Baker's body, and then sealed the utility room with iron rods.

After finishing all this, Kerry was about to ask Alice to go for a walk when the phone rang.

"Ding ding ding."

"Hey?"

"Mr. Kerry, where are you now?" The old mayor's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Although he was well concealed, Kerry could still keenly hear several breathing sounds over there.

These breaths were calm, obviously professionally trained.

"I was in the church, what happened?" Kerry has no intention of hiding it. The person who took the blame has been found, and he is not afraid of being investigated now.

"Then come to my office." The old mayor said and hung up the phone.

"Is that okay?" The old mayor looked up at the woman standing by the window.

I have to say that this woman is really beautiful, with a beautiful nose and beautiful lips. If Kerry were here, he would even associate her with a certain Reba from her previous life.

Even if this woman is wearing a popular FBI uniform, she can't hide the two towering mountains.

At this moment, she was standing outside the window, her long black hair swaying in the wind, and her height of 1.7 meters and her long legs accounted for six-tenths of her height.

Even from a distance, they look like two sharp knives.

There was a cold smile on her face. Even if she smiled again, it would give people an uncomfortable feeling, like a poisonous snake staring at you, waiting for an opportunity to move or thinking about when to pounce on you and inject the venom into it. into the prey's body.

Mysterious and beautiful yet bloody and cruel.

It can be said to be the ultimate form combining the two modes of royal sister and yandere.

The old mayor's eyes were on the three letters "FBI" that were prominently displayed on her right breast.

"I don't understand why you doubt Kerry, but he is just an ordinary person." The old mayor doesn't want these people to do anything to Kerry. After all, Kerry's novels are very good. As a book fan, the old mayor naturally wants to protect him. Idol Kerry.

"Whether he is an ordinary person or not, you have to investigate to find out." The woman looked out the window at the mourning family members dressed in black, and didn't know what she was thinking.

He signaled his subordinates to throw out a tablet with a long list of videos on it.

The old mayor clicked on it.

Kerry is attacked by a ghostly ninja. Kerry and Alice appear in the evidence room. Kerry...

The last video was a bit blurry, as a figure rolled into the cinder yard and disappeared.

Ten minutes later, a zombie wave broke out in the town.

"This, this." The old mayor touched the sweat on his forehead. These multiple videos were placed in front of him, which were clearly pieces of ironclad evidence. How to clean this?

Could it be that those zombies were really summoned by Kree?

But why did he do this?

"Your Excellency, do you still want to talk to him first? This guy is very dangerous. The advice from above is to kill him on the spot." The woman turned her attention to the man in the corner.

This guy wears a fitted black suit and always has a gentle smile on his face.

Even the most vicious criminals will have the impression that this guy is a good old guy when they see him.

"Ma'am, let's not discuss whether Kerry Van Helsing is the mastermind or not." The man smiled and shook his head, staring at the female FBI officer and said: "Even if he is the mastermind, we will be the ones to try it, you know?"

The man had a smile on his face, but there was no doubt in his tone.

The female agent squinted her eyes, this guy was fighting for dominance!

The death of a small town resident is a major crime no matter where it is placed.

The higher-ups received the news when the Carlisle case occurred.

The FBI, as a hawk, has begun to investigate this matter.

At that time, the FBI believed that some madman was developing a new type of hallucinogenic weapon.

So a group of FBI agents stood still, preparing to wait for the man to experiment for a while before delivering justice.

What?Are you saying we're covetous of that madman's hallucinogenic weapons?

Phew, how could I, the great FBI, covet a hallucinogenic weapon that can turn ordinary people into zombies?