Van Helsing, You're Busted-Come with Us

Fugitive 2000 Francs!

Hearing Russell's completely mocking address, Van Helsing's face turned extremely ugly. He had always been critical of his status as a wanted criminal and was also very dissatisfied with the Church's silence.

I have saved countless lives, yet I am regarded as an evil party member. Why is that?

He walks the line between life and death, doing the work of a superhero, but in the eyes of the world he is a ruthless serial killer. Van Helsing doesn't care about his reputation because he has no memory and is a person without a name. His reputation is irrelevant, but... he is frustrated!

He was filled with rage and had nowhere to vent it. The more he looked at Russell and the others, the more he disliked them. He had been fighting dark creatures for hundreds of years and could tell at a glance that Amelia and the others were no good.

Michael and the five Werewolf soldiers, in particular, hadn't even wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, clearly having just had a big meal.

After a quick mental analysis, Van Helsing reconstructed the crime: a large dining scene, and after finishing the meal, they overturned the stall... and burned it!

He had come in pursuit of the slain dark creature; its death was no excuse, but the ten monsters before him could not be let off easily, or Paris would be plunged into another bloodbath.

Van Helsing held two pistols at his waist. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. The pistols had been blessed by the cardinal and were exorcising weapons produced by the Church. However, the enemy was numerous and powerful, so he had to be extremely vigilant.

However, the next second...

"Van Helsing, you have committed a series of shocking crimes, including robbery, murder, and destruction of cultural relics. You have disregarded the law and justice, and your evil deeds have aroused the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. Come with us."

Russell, with an air of righteous indignation, first placed himself on the moral high ground. "Surrender now, and I will put in a good word for you before the Lord. If you remain obstinate, I will cast you straight into hell."

It would have been better if this hadn't been mentioned, but the moment the Wanted was brought up, Van Helsing flew into a rage. "You despicable dark creatures, stop twisting the truth here! What right do you have to keep talking about the Lord? You are the ones who should be judged!"

"First of all, darkness does not represent evil. Dark creatures also have good and evil. For example, we exorcists are born in darkness but yearn for light. We are all pure-hearted, fair and law-abiding, and full of passion to protect world peace."

Russell waved the Wanted: "Secondly, I did not distort the truth! Right and wrong are clear in people's hearts, and the eyes of the world are discerning. Your Wanted are all over the streets, how could this be faked?"

These words made Lucian and the others blush, and the simple-minded Michael lowered his head in shame.

"You..."

Van Helsing was furious. He had never heard such a shameless statement. The dark creatures were actually using the banner of justice to destroy him, their lord's warrior.

"What do you mean, 'you'?!"

Russell waved his hand and said, "Listen up, everyone. When dealing with this kind of devil, don't talk to him about chivalry. Grab your weapons and charge! Hmm... remember not to kill anyone. He always commits crimes masked, and a dead body can't be tried in court. Otherwise, the 2,000 francs will be gone!"

"Roar roar roar————"

At Russell's command, the five Werewolf soldiers immediately transformed, Lucian and Michael also entered their hybrid forms. Only Russell stood to the left and right with two beautiful women, arms crossed, directing the battle.

Van Helsing didn't recognize the vampire- Werewolf hybrid, but the five Werewolf couldn't be faked, and he immediately roared angrily, "Damn it, you really are dark creatures!"

"Roar!!"

The only response he received was a roar. Michael and Lucian charged down, their sharp claws aimed straight at his chest and face.

Van Helsing gasped. The two mixed-race individuals were incredibly powerful, and he dared not be distracted by saying anything more. He fired his dual pistols in quick succession, sweeping away the blessed exorcism bullets.

Michael instinctively sensed danger, and his charge faltered. Lucian sped up, blocking Michael's path, and with a swift movement of his blade, deflected the bullets.

Five Werewolf climbed up the walls on both sides and surrounded him from behind, putting Van Helsing in a predicament with nowhere to retreat in the blink of an eye.

Clang!

The bullets were ineffective. Van Helsing sheathed his two pistols, drew his sword from his waist to parry, and the two blades clashed. He was forced back two steps by Lucian's brute force.

The next moment, before he could even retract his sword, Michael delivered a flying kick to his chest, sending him flying out of control like a kite with a broken string.

Two Werewolf surrounded him, grabbing Van Helsing's arms from both sides, while the remaining three swarmed him, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks that left him dizzy and disoriented, causing his face to quickly swell up.

"Hey, hey, hey, you shouldn't hit someone in the face! If you break their face, how will the witnesses identify them!"

Five Werewolf growled, four of them grabbed Van Helsing by the limbs, one snatched the longsword and threw it aside, then slammed him heavily to the ground, creating a dent in the earth.

Van Helsing coughed up a mouthful of blood, his limbs pinned down and unable to get up. In his line of sight, a two-meter-tall Werewolf slammed down with a heavy punch, striking his chest and abdomen.

"Damn dark creature..."

Van Helsing roared, a flash of golden light appearing in his eyes. He unleashed his full power, freeing his restrained limbs. After getting up, he unleashed a series of clean and simple punches, sending the five Werewolf flying.

Michael appeared behind Van Helsing without anyone noticing, clasped his hands together, and slammed them down on his back. Lucian, who had been waiting in front, turned and kicked out with a powerful, heavy blow to Van Helsing's neck.

Boom!

Van Helsing coughed up blood as he slammed into the wall. In just a few rounds, he was beaten so badly that he was powerless to fight back. When he staggered to his feet, he was dizzy and had tinnitus, and his vision was blurry.

I was stunned by the attack!

This battle may not have been the most dangerous one in Van Helsing's life, but it was definitely the one where he was outnumbered and outmatched. The five Werewolf were secondary; given some time, he could kill them one by one.

The key is Lucian and Michael, whose strength keeps him busy. Moreover, Russell is watching him closely from the sidelines, and there are two beautiful women who are clearly not just pretty faces, all of which put him under great pressure and prevent him from going all out.

Lucian brandished his Hidden Blade, grinning maliciously and revealing his fangs. Before Van Helsing could recover, he slashed down with his sword again and again, forcing Van Helsing to raise his sword to parry.

Michael delivered the finishing blow from behind, landing a powerful Cannon Fist on Van Helsing's lower back, instantly turning him deathly pale.

Clang!

Lucian knocked the longsword away, Van Helsing, now unarmed, was even more helpless, pinned against the wall by five Werewolf who surrounded him.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

Lucian and Michael attacked from both sides, giving him a thorough beating before stopping. After the battle, the two Werewolf dragged Van Helsing all the way to Russell.

At this moment, the black cloth covering Van Helsing's face fell off, his hat was nowhere to be seen, and his messy long hair was stained with blood and stuck to his cheeks, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Their vitality is really tenacious, they didn't even die from this..." Russell said with a rather smug expression, tightly gripping the Cross that was about to fly away.

Just then, Van Helsing, with strength he seemed to find from nowhere, broke free from the two Werewolf and roared as he lunged at Russell.

Russell sneered repeatedly, and two beautiful figures rushed out from his side. In the dim light, two equally long legs sliced through the air, one kicking Van Helsing in the face, and the other delivering a fatal blow to his groin.

"Hiss!!" X8

Van Helsing collapsed to his knees, clutching his groin, beads of sweat rolling down his face, pale and unable to utter a sound. Eight men, including Russell, sympathized with his plight and thoughtfully provided voiceovers for him.