American comic world demon hunter

Dante was leaning on the back of a car, holding the door removed from the car in his left hand, and holding the rebellious sword in his right hand, silently thinking about his next counterattack.

There should be two enemies on the building directly in front, equipped with sniper rifles and automatic rifles. There are at least four people on the left and rear. Their firepower in that direction is too strong. There is at least one person on the building on the right. Whenever you turn your back to him, Every time, he will always shoot a headshot bullet in that direction.

Dante relied on his speed to dodge two bullets, but there was no guarantee that he would be able to dodge the next one. His sporadic danger perception could not help him in such an environment.

"To break the deadlock, I had to make a choice. While rushing in one direction, I was attacked from two other directions. But as long as I rushed into the building, this attack could stop."

Dante threw the car door high in his hand. At that moment, at least five bullets penetrated the car door.

"Not everyone shoots, I have to be careful about their attacks."

Dante rolled twice in a row and came to the nearest car. However, this car could not block all enemies' vision. Two bullets bounced and hit Dante's calf.

Dante did not stop, and quickly jumped up and rushed towards another car not far away. The bullets followed Dante like a shadow. As soon as Dante jumped to the highest point, he was accurately hit by two consecutive bullets in the chest and small area. arm.

If Dante hadn't covered his face with his left hand, this bullet should have passed directly through the bridge of Dante's nose.

Dante fell to the ground in embarrassment. Then, his right hand holding the sword hit the ground hard, causing Dante's body to roll. While dodging several bullets, he was hit by another bullet from the same direction. spine.

"After this sudden encounter, the first thing I did was buy a gun."

Dante cursed and hid while using his fingers to pick the bullet embedded in his spine. If the bullet was not taken out, Dante's limbs would feel numb.

But the enemy obviously would not give him such a chance. Several bullets were fired at him quickly. Dante quickly rolled on the spot and got directly under the car.

Dante hid under the car and took back the great sword of rebellion. Before Dante regained his hero status, rebellion could not release his power remotely. The current rebellion was just a giant sword that had a restraining effect on demons.

When Dante was at his peak, the numerous skills that needed to be coordinated with the release of sword energy, such as sudden stabbing, continuous slashing, rising dragon, flying swallow, round trip, etc., were now completely useless.

Dante can only keep reminding himself in his heart that he must prepare long-range weapons and prepare long-range weapons for himself.

"boom"

The car above Dante exploded violently. It was obviously caused by the bullet hitting the fuel tank of the car. Dante had no time to think about the gun. He used his hands and feet to resist the flames and airflow, and climbed awkwardly against the wreckage of countless car bodies. out.

Dante wished he could give himself a slap. What was wrong with him? Could it be that he had forgotten the tradition of warriors? When he lost his strength, the first thing he did was not to arm himself, but to think of some random things. thing.

Dante's clothes were almost burned, and the skin all over his body was ulcerated. This kind of pain was different from before. The pain now made Dante start to tremble slightly.

"Fake, are you going to the Kingdom of Death again? I don't know who will get my body this time. It's a pity that I just met my friend Chas, who will probably not live long due to his injuries."

Dante's bare feet, which had exposed muscle tissue and part of the bones, rushed towards the direction with the strongest firepower. He was still about eighty meters away from the building where the enemy was.

Sure enough, in just two steps, Dante's back was hit by three bullets. Dante felt that he would fall down in humiliation again this time.

Just then, another shot rang out.

Dante looked over in surprise, and the sound of gunshots appeared not far from him.

He saw a man wearing only a body armor and combat vest, with two arms exposed, getting out of a battered car. The man had short black hair, and the expression on his face looked very... serious.

He held an automatic rifle in his hand, and with just seven bursts of fire between two turns, the enemy in the distance disappeared.

The sound of gunfire never sounded again. It seemed that all the enemies were dead, or the enemies did not expect that they would be hit by such a precise and rapid attack and were scared away. The first possibility was probably more likely.

Dante's body was covered with blood, and he stood upright on the ground staring at his rescuer.

The man snorted fiercely and walked up to Dante.

"Damn mutants"

The short-haired man cursed and started shooting at Dante's neck. He didn't stop shooting until Dante's head was about to separate from his body.

"Are you still alive? Let's talk." The man hit Dante on the chest with the butt of his gun.

"Why did you help me get rid of them, but you seem to hate me so much?"

"Damn, I'm actually still alive."

The man thought for a moment, then reached out to pick up Dante and threw him into his broken car. Then he walked into the car and started the car. Dante was lying weakly on the back seat, with a pistol facing him. The man driving the car only used his right hand to control the car, and his left hand kept his pistol pointed at Dante.

Dante moved his arm slightly, and a bullet accurately flew out of the muzzle and penetrated into Dante's jaw.

"Since you just saved me, I forgive you for all your previous actions, but if you still shoot at me, I will be really angry. Believe me, even if I am in such a state of embarrassment, it will only take one shot to kill you. sword"

After Dante finished speaking, he took back the rebellion he had just placed in front of the man's neck. The blade of the rebellion even extended out of the car window, but fortunately the window was already shattered.

Dante propped himself up with his hands and sat up. He first took a look at the injuries all over his body, and then began to use his hands to

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He dug out the remaining bullets from the wound, and Dante kept humming as he moved.

In just one minute, Dante had already taken out fourteen deformed warheads from his body.

"Can an immortal monster like you feel pain?"

The man driving the car asked in a hoarse voice.

Dante turned to look at him, who had already withdrawn his pistol.

“It hurts, but I’m used to it.”

Dante replied briefly, and then continued to take out the remaining seven bullets from his body with his fingers.

These bullets are located relatively deep, which makes Dante's removal work much more difficult.

The man driving the car seemed to have seen this scene through the rearview mirror. He fumbled with his left hand at the car door for a moment and took out a long tweezers.

“It would be better to use this”

As he spoke, he handed the tweezers to Dante.

"Thank you." Dante took the tweezers and remembered something at the same time, so he said: "I am Dante, Dante Nephilim."

"I know." The man interrupted Dante: "I know your name, and I also know that you killed my brother. Makember is my brother who fought with me."

"So that's it. No wonder you obviously tried to kill me while saving me."

"The same goes for you. Even though I broke your neck, you can still talk to me so calmly."

The man in the driver's seat turned his head and looked at Dante's face for the first time.

"I'm Frank Custer."

"Dante Nephilim."

The two shook hands lightly.

Dante then continued to use tweezers to hold the bullet in his body, and asked casually while holding it.

"I killed your friend, do you still hate me?"

"Hate." Frank explained briefly. "Although I hate it, in that case, I understand your choice."

Frank said, and suddenly slapped the steering wheel hard.

"He was a warrior, an excellent soldier, a good father, and a just man. Dante, I hope you know that what you killed was not a crazy villain, but a good man who was poisoned and hallucinated."

"You know this too" Dante looked at Frank in surprise. "I'm sorry. I only found out about it after the fact. If I could have investigated clearly at that time, I would definitely not have killed him."

"You actually said sorry to me." Frank was even more surprised than Dante: "How big is your heart? I just shot your neck with a bullet, and you still said sorry to me."

Dante shook his head gently, and with his tragic wounds, this scene was indescribably weird.

"Frank, you can't kill me, me"

"I know." Frank interrupted Dante: "I know you are immortal. I saw the scene of your death in the video saved by the police. Looking at it now, I am afraid you were not dead at that time, but He must have lost consciousness."

"Almost. However, you once mentioned mutants when you met me. I must emphasize that I am not a mutant. I have read news about mutants on the Internet. Their abilities come from genes, and I That’s not the case with power.”

"It doesn't matter, I don't care where your ability comes from. I just hope you can work with me to rescue Marken's widow."

As Frank drove, he revealed the reason for his presence in Atlanta.

"The night before yesterday, I received a call from Marken. The call was from Marken's wife. She knew that we were the best brothers. She told me that Marken was dead, and that Marken's death had a huge impact. I was suspicious, so I bought a ticket overnight to fly to Atlanta the next morning.”

As Frank spoke, he took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and showed Dante one of the text messages: "Frank, I need help."

"I received this message yesterday morning. Then, no matter how I called back, the phone could not be connected. When I came here from New York, all I saw was an empty house."

"I checked the text message records, and the last location where Aaliya sent me a message was a branch of the Hunter Gang. Last night, I asked a friend to get some weapons, raided the branch of the Hunter Gang, and found something I wanted. According to the news, Alia and her daughter were indeed taken away by the Hunter Gang. By the way, the Hunter Gang is the largest local gang, and the leader is an Italian. "

Frank said this, reaching out to sweep away the messy glass shards on the passenger seat, and threw a stack of photos to Dante. Dante put his bloody hands on the seat to wipe them clean, and then looked at the photos.

"Some of them were taken by me, and some were kept by the hunter branch. Two of them were taken by hunter members when they were tracking Marken."

Dante looked through the photos and found Marken, the policeman killed by Dante.

"Dante, you killed my friend, and I shot your neck with a bullet. We are clean. Now, you decide whether you want to work with me to rescue Alia and her daughter, and avenge Marken. "

"Of course." Dante agreed quickly. Dante also wanted to find out everything hidden here. What Frank did coincided with his previous thoughts.

"But, Frank, why are you so sure that I will join forces with you? You know, you broke my neck."

Frank laughed at Dante's words.

"I'm so sure"

Frank reached into his coat pocket and took out the detonator.

"If you don't agree, I can only try to see if the directional explosive TNT under your butt can kill you."