Things Everyone Loved to See

"Van Helsing..."

Looking at the name on the Wanted, Russell instantly thought of a movie of the same name, about Van Helsing, a Witch Hunter who served the Holy Order Knights of the Church.

He is extremely famous in the Dark World, ruthless and skilled, walking alone in the darkness, tracking down vicious dark creatures and purifying them.

The Holy Order Knights are a secret department of the Church. They have repeatedly slain evil spirits without the knowledge of the world. Naturally, the members of this department are all nameless heroes, that is, people without identities.

Van Helsing did good deeds anonymously, and the world did not see him fighting against various dark creatures. They only saw him as a ruthless murderer, hence the bounty on his head and his worldwide manhunt.

Van Helsing is the human being that Russell described as becoming powerful because the world went astray.

In fact, his origins are not simple, and can even be described as mysterious; he is very likely not human.

Van Helsing had no memory; he didn't know where he came from. He woke up one morning to find himself lying at the Church gate, trained to be a powerful Witch Hunter.

He loves what he does and has served the Holy Order Knights for hundreds of years, and his appearance has never changed.

As the chosen one and the male protagonist, Van Helsing's opponent is the infamous Count Dracula, an immortal vampire and, in most legends, the oldest and first vampire.

Count Dracula has none of the weaknesses of other vampires. He made a pact with the devil to gain Immortal Body, and is immune to silver weapons, Holy Water, and garlic. Even if his head is cut off or his heart is pierced, he cannot be killed.

Russell was 80% certain that this was a perfect vampire... well, not counting the previous ones, the World Mission: Vampire Origin was about Count Dracula.

However, when the biographical film of the same name was mentioned, Russell suddenly remembered the female lead played by the English Rose, and looked at Selene with a strange expression, suddenly finding himself with two English Roses...

Will something interesting or exciting happen?

However, Russell was too naive. What everyone wanted to hear had already happened. When the English Rose was filming "Underworld," her boyfriend was not Michael, but Lucian. The two had been in a relationship for more than ten years and had a daughter.

But after Underworld was filmed, everything changed; the English Rose got a new boyfriend.

That's right, that man is the director!

Moreover, the director who cheated on Lucian is the same director who directed the movie "Sleepy Hollow".

If Russell knew all this, he might have made a bold conjecture: that the world he lived in was the Marvel Cinematic Universe of The English Rose.

It is highly likely that Pearl Harbor is being bombed from some obscure corner.

Getting back to the main point, Russell, with the bounty poster in hand, was lost in thought when the stalker, captivated by the beauty of Amelia and Selene, couldn't resist any longer.

"Hehehe, I always thought the Paris night view was the most beautiful, but I only realized today that there are two other ladies whose beauty is even more captivating."

A gaunt man with long, dry, yellow hair emerged from the shadows, his lecherous eyes sweeping over Amelia before settling on Selene.

The two beautiful women remained calm and unconcerned about the man's blatant gaze. They dared to wear such clothes, so they weren't afraid of others looking at them. They simply added the man to their death list.

"Jack the Ripper?"

Michael knew his chance to shine had come. He snapped his the Snap and walked toward the gaunt man. Although it was his first time traveling through time, he had already grasped the essence of the technique.

If you're going to time travel, you have to show off, and you have to show off in front of beautiful women!

Bang!

With a powerful uppercut, the gaunt man clutched his stomach and fell to his knees, his eyes bloodshot, his stomach cramping, and he vomited up acid.

Michael has limited combat experience, but as a doctor, he knows which parts of the body to strike to instantly incapacitate a person.

Similarly, because of his limited combat experience, he misjudged the enemy's strength. After landing a successful blow, he lowered his guard and was caught by the emaciated man who charged forward and slammed him against the wall.

With a deafening crash, the bricks and stones collapsed into ruins. The gaunt man tore open his trench coat, transforming into a giant monster in the moonlight. He was nearly 3 meters tall, as strong as an ox, and covered in thick hair.

Russell glanced at it and concluded that, compared to the Headless Knight, the giant, though also a dark creature, was not Immortal Body and its dark power was far from sufficient, so it should be classified as a Mutant.

"Haha, you little bastard, I'm going to crush your bones one by one."

The giant swung his fist and smashed it into Michael. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Russell and the others were not moving. He didn't pay much attention to it, assuming that they were scared out of their wits.

Boom!

As the punch landed, the giant felt a sharp pain in his finger bones, as if he had struck steel. Looking down, he saw that Michael's skin had turned blue, and his dark, lifeless eyes sent chills down his spine.

"Roar roar roar————"

Michael bared his fangs and roared, pushing the giant across the street with both hands, creating another pile of ruins.

The giant monster, his head bleeding profusely, emerged from the ruins in a rage and engaged Michael was charging towards him, in combat. He initially thought his superior strength would be an advantage, and that he could easily defeat Michael with a few punches and kicks. However, after a few exchanges, his arms went numb, and he realized he had kicked a hornet's nest.

To dare to parade around town with two beautiful women late at night, especially in a dangerous city like Paris where monsters congregate, requires either a peculiar psychological fetish or immense power and fearlessness.

The giant monster's body was torn to shreds by sharp claws, and the more it fought, the more frightened it became. It tried to turn around and run away, but found that its retreat was blocked by Werewolf soldiers.

Facing Michael's powerful punch, he hardened his heart, mustered all his strength, and threw a punch to meet it.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the giant demon staggered back more than ten steps, his finger bones broken and his fist in an irregular shape. He screamed and begged for mercy, claiming that he had been bewitched and that it was his first offense, hoping that Michael would give him a chance to reform.

Sizzle!

Michael swung his claws, leaving five bloody, mangled wounds on the giant's chest, then punched him to the ground and mounted him, tearing and gnawing at him.

"Ah..."

Vampires and Werewolf are both Bloodlust dark creatures. Michael, who has fused with both bloodlines, was starving after two days without food.

The shrill screams grew fainter and fainter; on the contrary, the breathing in the arena began to quicken. Amelia, Lucian, and Selene were still able to control their appetites, but the five Werewolf warriors could not.

They smelled the blood in the air, their chests heaving as they swallowed hard. Michael wiped his mouth and stood up, and they looked at Russell with burning desire.

Russell waved his hand dismissively. "Remember to cut his head off, Paris is already in chaos!"

"My lord, thank you for your generosity..."

The giant demon's aura was weak, and its neck was torn apart by canine teeth, which was extremely creepy. It barely opened its eyes and saw five big men rubbing their hands together and surrounding it with drooling expressions.

"No! No, let me go..."

The scene is not suitable for children. You can refer to the scene of being pounced on by a zombie, except that Werewolf do not eat meat, but only eat fresh blood.

Just thirty seconds later, the five Werewolf soldiers wiped their mouths and got up. The giant demon was lifeless and had degenerated back into its original emaciated human form.

One of the Werewolf straightened his pants, pulled out a pistol, aimed it at the corpse, and fired UV Bullets through its forehead, quickly turning the body to ashes.

Tap! Tap! Tap—

The sound of leather boots tapping on the ground came from the alley entrance. Russell looked down and saw the Cross necklace floating slowly, pointing towards the alley entrance.

He gripped the Cross, his brow furrowing slightly. He turned to look at the approaching man, a strong physique shrouded in a black trench coat, dressed in black, wearing a black hat, and his face covered with a black cloth.

"Have any of you seen anyone suspicious passing by here?"

Although the man was asking a question, his tone was not polite. His cold eyes swept over the ground where the giant monster had turned to ashes. There was a large patch of charred black, still showing the outline of a human figure.

"You're too late, the monster has already been killed."

The man reached for the weapon at his waist and said coldly, "Is that so? I don't think so!"

"Etc..."

Russell suddenly spoke up, picked up the wanted poster and compared it. "Excuse me, are you the Fugitive 2000 Francs?"