In the outskirts of London, in the reception hall of Hellsing headquarters.

Integra sat behind the table with his hands crossed under his nose.

The group of people who had returned from South America were all gathered here at this moment, including Fang Mo who was smiling coquettishly, Acate who was also infected by him and started laughing, the policewoman who was standing uneasily not far away, and the one who was sitting on the sofa.

Bernardo, the mercenary leader smoking.

"So what you are saying is..."

Integuera's face was almost full of confusion and confusion: "Did you come all the way back from South America in a van?"

"Exactly."

Akat admitted with a smile.

"..."

After listening to this, Integula seemed to fall into a brief silence. After a while, she lit a cigar and tried to calm down: "So this car can drive on the sea, right? Which country is this from?

Black technology?”

"That...that's not..."

When the policewoman not far away heard this, she quickly shook her head, and then glanced at Fang Mo subconsciously: "But this car..."

"It can fly."

Bernardo interrupted at this moment.

"???"

Integra was stunned.

But she soon realized that this was obviously done by Fang Mo, so she immediately turned to look at Fang Mo: "Aren't you going to explain it, Mr. Wang Jiangchen?"

"It's Da Sima. I added Da Sima in the car."

Fang Mo made simple gestures with his hands, and at the same time showed a smile like a strange rat in the miasma: "Take off, eh, fly."

"Be normal for the fuck!"

The veins on Integuera's forehead suddenly burst out, and she slammed the table: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused in South America! At least give me a good report now!!!

"

"Hey, our power system in the East is like this."

Seeing the other person's blood pressure soaring, Fang Mo also explained: "You also know that I am a zombie... Then haven't you heard of the word flying zombie?"

"Flying zombie?"

Integra was slightly startled. She had learned about this when checking the information. It is said that some zombies can fly out of thin air after they have completed their cultivation.

"Even if you haven't heard of the word flying zombie, you know about flying with a sword, right?" Fang Mo spread his hands: "The people over there can control the flying sword, and then fly around in the sky on the sword..."

"Then it must be at least a sword, right?"

Integra complained.

"Well, it's really hard to explain something to a British guy like you..."

Fang Mo pretended to sigh and shook his head: "If you understand Eastern culture, you will know that sword is just a concept. For those who are masters of swordsmanship, any grass, wood, bamboo or stone can be used as a sword... So as long as I think it is a sword, then I can control it."

Swords fly.”

"you……"

Integra frowned, suddenly feeling that something was wrong: "Are you fooling me again?"

"I didn't."

Of course, Fang Mo couldn't admit it. He waved his hand and said confidently: "Do you understand the concept? The people from Vogholtz next door said that you can fly on a broomstick, and then someone suddenly had the idea to step on Ellie...

The sweeping robot goes to school! Then why can't everything be a sword? If you doubt me again, I will make the whole London fly next time!"

"I……"

When Integra heard this, his head suddenly grew heavy.

Hearing what the other party said, she recalled the live broadcast she had seen before.

When confronting the vampire named Tuba Cain, Fang Mo just shook his hand out of thin air, and the special soldiers on the opposite side, including armored vehicles and helicopters, were all crushed into an extremely huge solid concrete ball.

Such an unbelievable and terrifying method.

No matter how you think about it, this doesn't seem like a power that undead creatures should have, right?

To be honest, the moment Integra witnessed that scene, she even had a dream-like, unreal illusion in her heart, that kind of shocking visual impact... It was almost like a miracle.

, is the supreme power that surpasses all science and mystery in this world.

"you……"

Thinking of this, Integra also looked at Fang Mo in front of him with a complicated face: "What the hell are you?"

"I am the Immortal Corpse King."

Fang Mo responded with a serious expression: "Elegy."

"... If you could stick to your previous identity for a little bit, I wouldn't have such a headache." When Integura heard this, he rubbed his brows feebly: "It's just because you talk nonsense every time.

Badao, I don’t even know what you are after this..."

"Hey, it's easy."

Fang Mo also became happy when he heard this: "Actually, you don't have to have a headache, after all, I... am not a thing at all."

"..."

Integra felt his eyes darken: "Forget it, I shouldn't have communicated with you...Akat."

Finish this sentence.

She simply turned her head and looked at the Vampire King next to her.

"Kufufu, my master." Akater responded with a smile on his face: "You must have seen the wonderful scenery during our previous battle, right? I didn't expect that your emotions would boil up from this, hehehe

, it seems that the joy of war... is about to come completely."

"Why have you become like this, you bastard?"

Hearing Akat's teasing, Integra's face seemed to darken for a moment: "You must have been contaminated by this guy!"

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing his master's furious look, Akat suddenly threw his head back and laughed.

"Master...Uncle Bao..."

As for the only normal person present, it was probably the policewoman not far away. At this moment, she was looking helplessly at the two monsters who were torturing Director Hellsing, and she didn't know what to do at all.

"Don't laugh! Damn it!"

Integra threw the cigar in his hand angrily: "Give me a good report on the entire situation! Tell me everything!"

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Akater stopped talking, then raised his hand and pointed at Fang Mo next to him, and briefly explained the information in his mind: "It's almost what this guy said, the other party is indeed the remnant of that group of lunatics, Millennium

, or rather...the last brigade."

"Is it really them?"

Integra's expression sank slightly: "So what is their plan?"

"War, war, and more war."

Acat said with a smile: "Kill others, or be killed by others, let the whole world sink into the quagmire of endless war, and then enjoy yourself and be intoxicated with yourself...compose a symphony with war and death,

Dancing gracefully among the graves."

"Ah...what?"

Bernardo, who was sitting on the sofa not far away, heard this and couldn't help but complain: "Isn't this crazy?"

"Yes, he is a madman."

Akat slowly opened his hands: "There is no purpose, no plan, just simply enjoying it all, trampling on the living, trampling on the dead, trampling on the whole world... and is hopelessly addicted to it, unable to extricate himself."

"The worst possible outcome?"

After hearing Akat's explanation, Integura's expression became more solemn.

If the other party has a plan, it's okay and you can target it, but if it's really a lunatic, it's troublesome because you don't know what they are going to do next.

"Forget it, let's forget about the matters in South America for now."

Taking a deep breath, Integra also made an immediate decision: "I want to tell other people about this immediately. Don't move around now. Maybe the Queen will convene a round table council to discuss the response plan.

Especially you, Akat, you may have to explain some detailed information when the time comes."

"Hehehe, I won't go anywhere."

Akat nodded happily and said: "I always feel like something interesting will happen..."
To be continued...