Book 9: Chapter 42: The Rift
Looking at the four beautiful women, each with their own unique aura, the Avengers sitting opposite them also had serious expressions, their gazes shifting toward the Captain America at the center.
“Hey, folks, I told you earlier that this wouldn’t work!” Iron Man, hovering in mid-air, flipped down and landed, placing himself between Green Hunter and his companions.
Tony Stark lifted his iron mask and curled his lip, spreading his hands as he spoke to Captain America, “Steve, I don’t care what orders Nick gave you. Stopping these ladies from eliminating vampires isn’t my style. Even for those who’ve already died, do you really want them to remain restless after death, turned into undead slaves by vampires?”
Captain America reached up and pulled off his blue face guard, his strong face showing a deep frown under thick eyebrows. He turned his head to look at the two giants beside him.
“Hulk doesn’t like this either. Hulk doesn’t want to fight friends!” The green giant among the two, one white and one green hunched over and yelled in a deep, muffled voice. But the other pale-skinned giant showed no reaction, merely turning his head to gaze toward the HELLSING headquarters, his eyes growing colder.
Seeing this, Captain America sighed inwardly. His tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he spread his hands with a laugh. “To hell with those bureaucrats in the White House! Brothers, do what you think is best. Whether the enemy is vampires, Crusaders, or those damned Nazis, I only have one request: kick their butts hard!”
“That’s the Captain America we know!” Both groups of powerful figures shared a smile.
“So be it. Before the Undead Army spreads widely, let’s split up and secure the nearby streets,” Captain America said seriously, removing the super-alloy shield from his back.
“Steve, what about that Vampire? There are countless casualties in London now. If we don’t act, the Undead Army will keep growing,” Iron Man, rising back into the air, asked with some concern.