Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Coulson is Back
Blade rolled his eyes. "This is the Vampire Bible, its value can't be measured by money! It contains many ancient secrets, including the origin of the vampire clan and various hidden truths."
Cohen quietly pulled out a small video camera. "So, the important part is the content recorded in it, right?"
Blade searched for clues in the secret room while Cohen filmed everything from start to finish, then gave the footage to David for him to analyze.
Blade couldn't make heads or tails of the Book of Death, but he had picked up some clues from the big fat guy at the entrance earlier.
Frost seemed to have discovered a relic, something resembling an altar. The structure was complex, but its exact purpose was unclear.
"Smack!"
Cohen suddenly clapped his hands. "Aha, I think I understand it now! Blade, do you get it?"
Blade raised an eyebrow. "You figured something out?"
"Look here, it clearly says that if twelve pure-blood vampire elders are sacrificed, one can gain the supreme power of the Blood God. Frost is aiming to cause an upheaval!"
Blade carefully examined the page Cohen pointed to in the Book of Death for a long time, but saw nothing.
He looked back at Cohen, who seemed so confident. How did you figure this out? I can't even understand half of this vampire stuff! But it seems to match the information from his previous interrogation.
"Does it say where the altar is?"
"No, but since it's a major excavation near New York, it shouldn't be hard to find. It also mentions that the ritual requires a special sacrificial offering…"
"Oh no, let's see who this is—it's none other than the legendary Blade Warrior!"
Suddenly, a laughter echoed from outside the room, and a group of people came through the door.
At the forefront was a tall, white-haired woman with heavy makeup, exuding a confident air. She and her companions stood there, clearly planning to catch them off guard.
Before Blade could say anything, Cohen stepped forward, his voice cold and low: "Let me formally inform you, from now on, Blade is under my protection. If you want to touch him, you'd better ask me first!"
Blade stood there, stunned. "Wait, what? I'm your subordinate now?"
The white-haired vampire leader and her human mercenaries exchanged glances. "Who are you?"
"Crusader of Sin, Iron Man!"
The white-haired woman looked confused. "What's that?"
Cohen's expression turned dangerous. "You're asking for death, woman!"
Blade drew his sword and stepped forward, but Cohen stopped him with a hand. "Watch closely. This move is going to be very cool!"
Blade: ?
In the next moment, a blinding flash of light appeared in front of them.
It was like a silver dragon, flashing past in an instant.
The white-haired woman and her group were instantly surrounded by smoke, their muscles paralyzed, frozen in place.
They had crowded at the door, so the attack hit everyone.
But with so many people, the attack's power wasn't enough.
So Cohen did it again.
Not enough? Let's do it again!
Three times in total, and the white-haired woman and her team were completely incapacitated.
Cohen felt an emptiness in his body as if something had been drained away.
He pulled out his gun, walked over, and coldly finished off everyone's life.
Blade watched in stunned silence. He had expected a tough fight, but this was far too easy.
"Let's go. The vampires came first, the police are next. We can't kill them openly."
Outside the door, the two split ways.
As they were about to separate, Cohen warned Blade, "Frost has likely set his sights on you. Stay alert and keep those around you safe."
"Got it."
Watching Cohen leave, Blade fell into deep thought.
Originally, he had been somewhat suspicious.
Cohen's body shape and movements were vaguely similar to the Demon Face, but he had never heard of Demon Face being able to discharge electricity.
Could it be that they're not the same person?
Strange.
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"Agent Coulson, Agent Barton, tea?"
In the church's backyard, at a round table, Cohen smiled warmly as he poured tea for the two men.
"Would you like milk or sugar?"
"No, thanks!"
Cohen set the teapot down, glanced at Coulson's dark circles, and smiled. "Agent Coulson, even though you're concerned about the people of Hell's Kitchen, you must remember to get enough rest. Look at Agent Barton—sharp-eyed and full of energy, he carefully sized me up as soon as he walked in."
Coulson and Barton both felt a bit embarrassed.
"Ahem!"
Coulson cleared his throat and changed the topic. "We're here to ask if the priest has heard any rumors. Since that night, Demon Face seems to have disappeared."
Cohen subtly glanced at the chair beneath Coulson, where the Demon Face mask was hidden.
"Nothing like that, but recently the security in Hell's Kitchen has been excellent, I've noticed."
This was true.
Since that night, George Stacy had gone a bit mad. He personally led patrols through the streets of Hell's Kitchen, using the evidence of gang crimes that David had sent out. He'd arrested quite a few people.
Previously, he had always known that the mafia was deeply rooted and far-reaching, with influence in the police department, city government, and the district attorney's office. So, he had always been at peace with the gangs in New York.
But the appearance of Demon Face had broken that status quo.
His career was facing great danger.
At this point, if he wanted to maintain his position in the eyes of the people, he had to take decisive action.
Before the supervillains emerged on the stage of history, his efforts had been effective.
The security in all of New York had greatly improved, and the gangs had started to keep a low profile.
Some newspapers even claimed that a new era was about to arrive.
But Cohen knew that this was just a fleeting illusion.
The improved security was taking its toll on most police officers, leaving them exhausted.
With some people secretly stirring things up, opposition to George Stacy was starting to grow within the police force.
This good period couldn't last forever.
He smiled and asked, "Agent Coulson, you haven't given up on tracking down Demon Face, have you?"
Coulson sighed. He had originally planned to fly to Brazil to "dance with the monsters."
But six explosions in Manhattan had kept him there, along with a troublesome companion, Hawkeye Barton.
For the past couple of days, he hadn't found a single clue, so he decided to come to Cohen and try his luck.
He chuckled. "I was about to give up, but then he released poison all over the city. This shows he might have a deeply anti-social personality."
The Department of Homeland Strategic Defense, Attack, and Logistics must take this risk seriously.
"I heard from some media reports that the city-wide poisoning was done by Kingpin?"
"Fake. There's no way such a foolish gang leader would do this," Hawkeye interjected.
Cohen nodded, hesitated, then said, "I've also heard rumors that the poison wasn't released city-wide. It was a mistake in how the drugs were destroyed?"
"That's impossible!" Hawkeye said, shaking his head firmly. "No such strong person would make such a stupid mistake."
Cohen paused slightly, feeling that Hawkeye was talking a bit too much.
"That may not be the case," Cohen said carefully. "Our world… is actually pretty abstract!"
(End of Chapter)
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