At the moment when Henry Clark was about to collapse, Grace Brooks did not let go, but instead supported him by the arm, feeling the irregular spasms of his palm muscles. Grace Brooks saw a bluish tinge appear on his face.

The frenzied exertion of his muscles and brain had almost drained every ounce of strength from his body. Henry Clark nearly thought he would suffocate in that madness.

Leaning against the wall, he felt the stabbing pain in his lungs, then suddenly started laughing between gasps, coughing and laughing at the same time.

“Cough, cough... haha... See, even a blind man going crazy is terrifying, isn’t it...”

He lifted his head, his hollow eyes facing Grace Brooks. For some reason, it made Grace Brooks feel like crying. She wiped the moisture from the corner of her eyes and nodded hard, “Yeah, it’s really impressive.”

Henry Clark panted, greedily sucking in the blood-tinged air, coughing from time to time, but the smile on his face never faded.

He realized he was starting to enjoy this frenzied rhythm, this dance on the edge of life and death.

Even the air laced with blood seemed so lovely, so intoxicating...

“Amazing...”

“Yes, amazing, haha...” A mocking voice sounded at the end of the corridor. The hatted, hippie black man toyed with a severed head in his hands, stepping out from around the corner with a weird grin. “We meet again. I remember your voice. It’s really great to run into you.”

He twisted his neck, making his joints crack loudly, and said, “I actually thought you’d be hiding in a closet, trembling...”

Henry Clark’s heart suddenly sank. Exhausted as he was, and with Grace Brooks at her limit, were they just going to wait for death?

His trembling hand slowly pulled the knife out of the zombie’s head. Guided by the direction of the sound, he aimed the blade at the grinning black man. Even at the very last moment, he would not give up!

Henry Clark sneered, “Even now, you’re still talking shit.”

“Ha, the wails of a cripple before death are music to my ears.” The hippie black man, one of the vampire brothers: Scott, grinned and raised his gun. “I’ll make sure to give you a death you’ll never forget, even in hell.”

“Get down...” Henry Clark suddenly heard a voice come through his earpiece.

Footsteps sounded. At the other end of the corridor, a middle-aged man appeared, carrying a massive weapon. He hefted an anti-tank weapon called an RPG, and with a cold sneer, pulled the trigger.

As the rocket-propelled grenade traced a white streak down the corridor, Uncle Clark’s cold laughter rang out: “Die, bastard!”

Chapter 11 Sudden Mission

The fierce gunfire from below had long since faded. John Baker was covered in bloodstains, standing amid the ruins, forcing himself to stay upright. Every muscle in his body was taut. The enemy was close at hand, yet he snapped his now-useless gun in half without a care.

Huge gaps and cracks had appeared in the walls and ground. The vampire with the wide-brimmed hat stood with both hands in his pockets, stained with human blood, looking down at the human about to fall before him.

Ten minutes earlier, in the heat of battle, John Baker had suddenly felt his wrist vibrate, but had never had a chance to check the command that appeared. Just as he was about to finish off the zombies, a sudden enemy had thrown him into an unprecedented disadvantage.

An enemy who had been on the brink of death could, with just two playing cards, tear open walls and carve a long trench in the ground—a terrifying vampire.

John Baker, instantly and severely wounded, was thrown into a desperate situation.

He finally caught a glimpse of the mission prompt on his watch screen out of the corner of his eye.

[Sudden Mission: Kill the ‘Handsome Guy’ Tobias Hamilton, reward: 4000 points, one C-level card.]

No doubt about it, he’d hit the jackpot—unfortunately, the worst kind.

Sometimes, when reincarnators interfere, the plot can collapse, leading to unexpected situations that even the instigators couldn’t imagine—sometimes good, sometimes bad.

Unfortunately, John Baker had run into the worst kind.

The Hope Team, by accident, had triggered the appearance of one of the future enemies of HELLSING’s protagonist Alcott ahead of schedule: the handsome guy Tobias.

A vampire who could, with just two playing cards, split bricks and tear through concrete defenses.

Although in the later plot, he would still be brutally killed by the protagonist Alcott, right now, for John Baker, it was almost certain that he would be the one to get slaughtered.

A single playing card, used as a flying weapon, had sliced open his arm, exposing the bone—a massive wound that had crippled more than half his fighting power.

This damned guy must be at least four stars!

“Handsome guy?” John Baker cursed inwardly, spitting carelessly onto the broken bricks. “You’re ugly as hell.”

“They say vampires are supposed to be good-looking. Why is every vampire I see more grotesque than the last?”

His answer was a sudden violent gust. Hard playing cards dragged from the middle-aged man’s hand, turning into flying blades. With their sharp sound, everything in their path was split and cut apart by tremendous force, leaving a trench filled with shattered dust.