Wild Exorcists from the Countryside

Russell wasn't worried about Van Helsing getting hurt; the guy was tough and had long since transcended the realm of ordinary people.

Michael and Lucian's punches were so heavy, yet they didn't kill him. This minor injury probably only looks painful; an ice pack will do the trick.

If all else fails, add a boiled egg. Eat it after you've finished the first one; it'll help you replenish your body!

Enraged that their mistake had led to Russell's attack, the two Werewolf punched and kicked Van Helsing, finally pinning his hands to the ground.

"Go find out where the nearest police station is, bring the wanted man there, and we'll give you the 2,000 franc reward." Russell nodded in satisfaction and ordered his men to lift Van Helsing up.

"Wait a minute, are you really going to take me to the police station instead of killing me?" Van Helsing asked with difficulty, still recovering from the kick.

Why should I kill you?

"..."

Van Helsing was momentarily speechless, tentatively believing that there were benevolent dark creatures in the world. But the thought of the Wanted on his back sent a jolt of pain through his groin, "Fine, I was wrong at first, mistaking you for evil monsters, but..."

"It's too late. It's no use regretting it now. Just wait for the law to punish you!"

"No, that's not what I wanted to say. Let me finish." Van Helsing looked up at Russell: "Since you call yourselves exorcists, you should know that we are colleagues. I am not a murderer. Those were unforgivable dark creatures."

"Hmph, don't give me that crap. Tell the judge what you have to say!" Russell said contemptuously, his every sentence revolving around justice and the law, practically screaming "I'm a good guy" on his face.

"Wait a minute..." Van Helsing had no choice but to resort to his trump card. "I am a member of the Church, belonging to the Holy Order Knights. Ordinary people may not know, but you must have heard of me."

"Never heard of it. We are wild exorcists from the countryside."

The next day, in front of the police station!

Last night, Russell and his entourage escorted wanted criminal Van Helsing to the police station, where they were warmly welcomed by the on-duty police chief. After verifying Van Helsing's identity, the chief smiled even more broadly, constantly calling him a hero and a warrior, and expressing his deepest gratitude to Russell and his team for their contribution to the peace in Paris.

It wasn't until this morning, after Russell and his team received the bounty, that they finally said goodbye to the reluctant sheriff.

"Come on, we made a small profit today, I'll take you to eat France food."

"Sir, we cannot eat human food..."

"Let's go to the hospital to buy some blood first, and then you can watch me eat France!"

The camera then shifts to the police station prison, where a miserable-looking Van Helsing is bound hand and foot and placed in a private cell.

With his strength, even without his equipment and weapons, breaking free of the ropes and escaping the police station would be a piece of cake, but he didn't want to leave at all.

Van Helsing had had enough. He didn't want to be a murderer wanted all over the world. It didn't matter if he wasn't treated like a hero, but the bounty had to be withdrawn to prevent him from encountering another stupid exorcist and capturing him for the reward.

Suffering a double blow to his physical and mental health, Van Helsing chose to slack off. He figured whoever wanted to do exorcisms could do it, and he was going to take a long break.

There was no way he could have a long holiday. He stayed in prison for three days and was woken up by the prison guards in the middle of the night to inform them that someone was coming to visit him.

"Your Honorable Father, if I may be so bold, Van Helsing has killed countless people and is not worthy of the Lord's forgiveness."

The sheriff pushed open the prison gate, followed by a red-robed priest, a big shot from the Vatican. He had been instructed to be friendly.

"Sir, I would like to speak with the prisoner alone!" The priest in red had a cold expression, and his imposing presence made it impossible for the sheriff to refuse.

"Alright, if you insist... Also, I'm right outside. If there's any danger, please speak up immediately."

The red-robed priest stood before the iron bars, and seeing Van Helsing lying there like a lazy bum, veins bulging on his forehead, he exploded with rage the moment the prison gates closed. He grabbed Van Helsing and unleashed a torrent of abuse. "What are you doing here, on vacation? Look at you, a maggot in the mud! You've disgraced the Holy Order Knights! I really want to send you to hell!"

Van Helsing scratched his backside, rolled over, propped his head up, and looked listlessly at the red-robed priest. "Great, hurry up and send me to hell, I can't wait."

"Damn it, what utter nonsense are you spouting!"

The red priest was furious, but Van Helsing's anger only grew. He jumped up and shouted, "I'm a wanted criminal, worth 2,000 francs. What's wrong with me living in prison?"

"Who do you think caused this? The Lord sent you to exorcise demons, not to cause destruction. Everyone is exorcising demons, so why are you the only one wanted? Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Talking is a delicate art, Van Helsing was no match for the priest. He quickly lost ground and stubbornly said, "I'm really sorry, but I'm good at exorcising demons with a lot of noise. This is also the Lord's will."

Do not blaspheme God!

The red-robed priest snorted coldly. The two were old acquaintances, and he knew Van Helsing's personality. He went straight to the point. "I've come this time to give you an important task."

"Wow, I thought you were going to bail me out and tell everyone that serial killer Van Helsing was actually a warrior who protected the light!"

"Shut up, don't complain, this is a test of your faith..." the cardinal continued, "You will be going to a small border town in Romania, the territory of Count Dracula, a dangerous place that has been designated as a forbidden zone."

"Dracula!?"

"Yes, a terrifying fellow. In the Holy Order Knights, only you can defeat him."

Next, the cardinal briefly recounted the cause and course of the mission...

450 years ago, the knight of Transylvania, Villaris, swore to God that he would exterminate all vampires, or his family would not be allowed to enter Heaven.

They failed; Dracula was unscathed, but their family line was on the verge of extinction.

A year ago, Gypsy King Boris Villaris disappeared, leaving only his only son, Prince Wicken, and his daughter, Princess Anna, in the entire family.

If these two were to meet with misfortune before Count Dracula was defeated, nine generations of their ancestors would be unable to enter Heaven.

The Veleris Family has fought against evil for over four hundred years, sacrificing countless lives; they are a family of unwavering loyalty. The Church cannot stand idly by and watch their clan descend into hell, therefore...

"So, you're sending me to hell?"

"That's right, you could say that!"

As he spoke, the priest handed Van Helsing a tattered scroll of unknown purpose, left behind by the Knight of Villaris four hundred years ago. "I will have Carl assist you. He brought you a lot of exorcism equipment, and he is right outside the police station now."

Van Helsing carefully put the scroll away. "Aren't you going to bail me out? If I Prison Break, the bounty will increase again."

"That's none of my business, that's..."

Bang!

The priest looked at the empty prison and the iron bars that had been violently smashed open, and trembled with rage. "You damned bastards who deserve to go to hell, couldn't you have waited until I was gone before Prison Break?"

"Father, what happened?" Chang Chang rushed in with a bunch of his underlings.

The priest in red. "..."

Outside the police station, Van Helsing followed the coded message and found his assistant Carl two streets away, along with two fast horses carrying large and small bags.

"Hey, Van Helsing, I heard you got arrested by the police?" the young man Carl said with a grin.

"They weren't police, they were a gang... Never mind, let's not talk about this, I probably won't run into them again."

Van Helsing shook his head slightly. The Werewolf exorcism was too far-fetched. He preferred to believe that Russell and his group were after him for the bounty.

He mounted his horse, patted the large and small bags, and asked, "Carl, what's inside?"

"Garlic, Holy Water, Silver Stake, exorcising Cross, and my latest invention, the demon-repelling crossbow—there's bound to be one that suits your needs."

"OK, let's go, or the police will be chasing us."

The two rode swiftly under the moonlight. As soon as they rounded a bend, Van Helsing sniffed and said grimly, "Carl, retreat quickly! There's an ambush here!"

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap—

Ten men blocked the alleyway, Russell stepped out of the shadows with a smile, "Van Helsing, you've Prison Break?"

"..."

"Grab him and take him to the police station for the reward!"