Marvel’s Princess Becomes King

　　 "Your stiff way of thinking just makes me want to laugh!" Hellstorm stood up and said with great momentum.

　　 The old vampire knows how to bend and stretch. Seeing Hellstorm stand up, he lowered his head by two points: "We are willing to provide three thousand elite fighters to join the army of **** and heaven."

　　 "Huh, too little!"

　　 "Five thousand."

　　 "Do you think I'm also one of those fools whose head was burned by the flames of hell?"

　　 "Eight thousand fighters, no new generation, all elites over 500 years old."

　　 Hellstorm thought for a while: "Each of the thirteen families will have a thousand soldiers, and I want your blood clan to send two hundred mages to fight."

　　The old vampire was surprised at first, and then angry: "Impossible! We don't have so many warriors! Not so many mages! Even if you count me, it won't be enough for you to say!"

After some bargaining, the number of warriors dispatched by the blood race remained unchanged. There were still a thousand warriors from the thirteen families, but the wizards were basically the leaders of the families. Hellstorm knew that he could not persecute too much, and finally only talked about fifty Quantity.

　　 Seeing the **** demons and vampires completely coming together through the tripod of all things, Bella's mood did not fluctuate, as expected and reasonable.

　　 This **** storm seems to her to be strong, and the nature of the power is similar to the son of Satan she killed in the White House before, and it should also be the son of Satan.

　　 The systems are not completely matched, and simple observation cannot measure each other's combat power, but Bella believes that his strength is overwhelming the other.

　　 She observed for a long time, but the Hell Storm did not respond. The opponent's mental power must be weaker than the fallen King Kong, and the physical condition is unpredictable.

　　 "Oh." She sighed long, the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind kept going, she wanted to stay out of the matter, but one or two of these guys were forcing her to stand in line.

　　 "Activate the last five thousand biochemical soldiers, and now start to load combat skills, waiting for my order. In addition, tell Starscream, I want to prepare for battle."

　　 With her orders, in addition to the frontal assault biochemical soldiers, the Continental Hotel, which has been cultivating in New York for several years, also launched a huge killer network.

　　Many assassins and assassins who didn't know the inside story were commissioned to go to a certain place to kill XX, and the vampires who were alone in charge of intelligence transmission were killed.

　　 This network of the Continental Hotel is composed of countless elite killers, who quickly walk through the streets and alleys, hunt down targets, upload evidence, and receive rewards. This is a point-to-face combat method.

　　......

　　 The billionaire who reminded Bella before, Nathan Ingram and his friend Harold Finch looked at the computer monitor in horror.

　　 Thirty minutes ago, when Bella gave the command of the general attack, the artificial intelligence they named "machine" seemed crazy and began to spit out the victim's social security number.

In less than ten minutes, they received more than 500 death notices. According to the calculations of the "machine", these people are in danger of life. In the next twenty minutes, the "machine" did not have a second After a break, the number that popped up exceeded five thousand, and then a large number of people without social security numbers, but with fuzzy avatars, appeared in the last photos with only piles of question marks.

　　 "What does this mean?" Nathan Ingram was also a computer expert at the beginning, but after taking charge of the company's operations, his ability has deteriorated seriously. At this time, he can only ask his friends.

The hairline is a bit high, and Harold Fincher, with his eyes protruding like goldfish, did not answer immediately. He constantly checked several core algorithms in the "machine", then tapped his forehead lightly, and finally watched To friends.

　　 "...I think, I think these people are in danger."

　　 "What? So many people are in danger?!" Nathan Ingram has a superhero plot. He likes to help others, but at this time the middle-aged man is also confused.

He pointed at a photo in the computer display. The "machine" did not provide much information about the person, only a vaguely profiled face, with dim surrounding light, and it looked like it was night. Observing from the face, it should be an old man. The rest The information is ignorant.

"This person has no social security, no driver's license, and nothing to prove his identity. How do I find him? And..." He asked in a somewhat incredulous way: "Why do so many suddenly pop up? Numbers? Do these unknown celebrities also live in New York? What does this prove?"

　　 Harold Finch stared at him, saying word by word: "This proves that New York tonight will be very dangerous. Many people will die tonight, many, many..."

　　 At the same time, in Kansas in the central United States, the Wen brothers, who have been busy slaying demons, also encountered a group of vampires. They even got a revolver in the hands of vampires that was said to be able to directly kill demons.

The older brother Dean Winchester was very motivated and carefully wiped the revolver. His younger brother Sam Winchester also had a firm face. They wanted to use this gun to avenge their mother and completely kill the demon from Hell, Asazil .

　　 The two brothers drove out of the town soon, not knowing that a "person" was watching them on the top of the mountain in the distance.

Cassidio, an angel judged by Bella as childish in thought, changed his body again~www.ltnovel.com~ At this time, he was the appearance of a young man, with piercing eyes, thick stubble on the chin, and wearing one. Beige long trench coat.

　　 He watched the Wen brothers leave the town blankly, seeming to have been thinking about something, until there was a wave of spatial transmission beside him, he turned his head and looked over.

　　 Seraphim, the appearance of a bald middle-aged Zechariah looked into the distance along his gaze, with the same playfulness hanging from the corner of his mouth.

　　 "Why do you do this?" Cassidio asked.

　　 Zechariah looked calmly: "Why? Why else? You are always like this, no wonder that human woman, uh... now looks like a demigod, no wonder that guy always calls you naive."

Zechariah looked at his subordinate who always likes to ask "why": "Remember, our task is to win the final victory, and we also need allies. Since human beings are unable to make up their minds, then we are pushing secretly A handful."

　　 Bald Tian said in an admiring tone: "Human meteorologists say so poetic! The Brazilian butterfly **** its wings gently, and a month later, Texas will usher in a hurricane!"

　　 He pointed to the Wen brothers who had left far away: "Their flapping wings have caused a hurricane in New York, and I just gave a revolver to kill the devil, hehehehe——"

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