novelraw Chapter 871: Hellsing Fun!
Chapter 871: Hellsing Fun!
Chapter 871: Hellsing Fun!Late at night, somewhere in northern England…
Looking at the gruesome scene before her, Integra’s face had gone terrifyingly pale. Just a short while ago, a whole family—children and the elderly included—had been slaughtered in this private residence.
Their bodies were savagely dismembered, and the walls were covered in bloody, blasphemous symbols, seemingly meant to provoke both church and government.
A few hours earlier, this place had already been cordoned off by a swarm of police cars. But after some investigation, it became obvious that the clues left behind were bizarre—far from a typical homicide. It smacked of some supernatural phenomenon. So Hellsing was brought in to take over.
“This is a direct challenge to the British government and the Church,”
Integra said in a low voice, taking a steadying breath. “It’s also an insult to us at Hellsing… we must wipe them out!”
“These bastards…”
Even the policewoman—now turned vampire—was gritting her teeth in fury. The carnage was just too horrific to bear: women with their stomachs ripped open, infants torn apart, their tiny limbs used as blood-soaked ‘paintbrushes’ to scrawl taunting messages on the walls.
Even though she’d become a vampire, the officer retained a strong sense of justice from her human days. Seeing this slaughter made her blood boil.
“Unbelievable! They’re practically flaunting their crimes!”She stared at the mocking death threats plastered across the wall, fists clenched tight. “They even went so far as to announce their next target…”
“No time to waste. Let’s move out.”
Unlike the furious policewoman, Integra kept a cooler head. “Get in the car. We’re heading to the enemy’s last known location, now.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
the police officer answered promptly.
As it turned out, Hellsing had a lot of pull—enough to requisition police resources and even military helicopters at will.
With their every request fast-tracked by an all-green-light priority, plus some well-orchestrated coordination, it didn’t take long to get a fix on the targets.
Sure enough, the culprits were vampires. They were traveling northbound on Highway 17. However, due to the police’s earlier misjudgment, Hellsing hadn’t mobilized fast enough. ṜÂΝỗＢЕs̈
By the time they zeroed in on the vampires, the monsters had already reached their next target, quite possibly attacking more civilians at that very moment.
“Looks like we’re a step too late,”
Integra muttered with a sigh, staring at yet another lifeless manor. “All right, everyone—let’s move. We can’t let these fiends get away!”
“Yes, ma’am!” the police officer said, tense and keyed up for a fight.
But two certain “freaks” in the vehicle were reacting… differently. Both Alucard, in his red leather trench coat, and Fang Mo, with his white hair, started laughing. Their low chuckles echoed through the cramped interior, making the moment extra chilling.
By coincidence, the policewoman—Seras—was sandwiched between them, and she reflexively hunched her shoulders as they both laughed out of nowhere.
“Time to go, Police Girl.”
Alucard didn’t seem to care how unsettling that laugh was. He just shoved the car door open.
“R-Right…”
Seras instinctively tried to answer, but before she got the words out, a large hand smacked down on her thigh with a loud slap, making her jump. “Eek!”
“Nice legs, buddy,”
Fang Mo said with a grin. “Who designed that uniform?”
Indeed, Integra had given Seras a standard-issue “Hellsing uniform.” The top half was normal enough—looked like a yellow police shirt—but the bottom half… yeah. Some bright spark had gone with a miniskirt, thigh-high white stockings, and combat boots.
…Which was, well, quite a look.
“Huh? This?”
Seras blinked, confused. “Isn’t it the official Hellsing uniform Miss Integra gave me?”
“Well done, Kragus.”
Fang Mo shot a thumbs-up toward the person in the passenger seat. “I’ll give you a pay raise later.”
“How about we first note that I’m the Director here, not your employee?”
Integra corrected him with a scowl. “And my name is Integra.”
“Understood, Gulagust.”
Fang Mo flashed an OK sign. “Got it.”
“You’ve got nothing—”
“Wait, hold on a second?”
Seras finally caught on and turned to look at Alucard, then Fang Mo. “So… how come you two aren’t wearing uniforms?”
“Got tired of ’em ages ago,”
Fang Mo replied with a snicker. “I’ve already rocked the thigh-high look while calling lesser beings ‘trash.’ That was before you were even out playing in the sandbox.”
“W-What?!”
“Anyway, let’s head out.”
Fang Mo ignored her confusion, shoving the door open and hopping down from the vehicle.
Seras—still overwhelmed—clutched her head in frustration and followed him out, firearm in tow.
“You seem surprised, Police Girl,”
Alucard commented the moment they stepped outside.
“Sorry,”
Seras sighed. “I guess… I’m just not used to any of this yet.”
“You’ll adapt soon enough,”
Alucard said with a grin. “He wasn’t lying. For us, outward appearance, gender, names—none of that matters. You’ll understand eventually.”
“R-Really?”
“That’s enough chit-chat.”
Alucard cut the conversation short and pulled out his silver handgun. “Get up on the roof. Make sure none of them slip away.”
“Yes, understood.”
At the mention of work, Seras became more focused. She slung her rifle over her shoulder and attempted to climb the exterior of the manor to reach the roof. The place was a standard European-style two-story building with an attic. Luckily, Seras’ enhanced vampiric strength made the climb a breeze.
Meanwhile, Fang Mo ambled over, sword in hand.
“Oh, looks like you’re fired up too,”
Alucard said with a crooked grin. “Want me to let you handle the job?”
“Nah, trash mobs don’t interest me,”
Fang Mo shrugged. “Let the rookie handle them.”
“Hahaha… you think so too?”
Alucard chuckled and leveled his gun at the door. “Though I’ll still help out. My master ordered it.”
He immediately emptied an entire clip into the manor. Almost on cue, shrieks came from inside, as if someone had been shot. The screams were downright miserable.
Bang!
Alucard kicked in the door, splintering it into shards. In the moonlight, two figures huddled in the entryway.
“…Hmm?”
Fang Mo squinted to get a better look. Turned out it was a young vampire couple. The guy wore a black beanie, a modern-urban style, riddled with gushing bullet holes.
Thanks to the silver rounds, the wounds were smoking ominously. Next to him was a panicked young woman, similarly decked out in a street-style hoodie spattered with blood, trying to help him to his feet.
“A couple, huh?”
Fang Mo raised an eyebrow. That was unexpected—he did, after all, have a soft spot for “wholesome romance.”
“You bastards…”
the male vampire snarled, his expression twisted—whether from pain or pure fury—and whipped out an SMG. “We’re on the verge of attaining eternal life, goddammit! Now DIE!”
He squeezed the trigger, sending a storm of bullets right at Alucard and Fang Mo.
Ratatatat!
Muzzle flashes lit up the corridor. Alucard didn’t even bother dodging, flinging his arms wide open as though to embrace the hail of lead. Blood spattered everywhere, but he seemed unconcerned, almost enjoying the bullet rain. As for Fang Mo, the rounds struck him harmlessly with a series of pings, sparks flying on impact—some of them even ricocheted into Alucard.
“W-What the…?”
The female vampire was stunned. “Babe… d-do we really stand a chance?”
“We’ll… we’ll be fine,” the man rasped, wincing from the burning pain caused by the silver bullets. But right then, his SMG ran dry.
He glanced up to see Alucard standing there without so much as a scratch—like all that blood from a second ago had been an illusion. Alucard calmly slid in a fresh magazine and raised his gun again.
“Ah! Aaaaah!”
Freaked out, the female vampire jumped away. She knew how much it hurt when silver hit a vampire. Panic flashed across her face. After a quick moment of hesitation, she apparently made up her mind, clenched her teeth, and turned to sprint for the window. She dove straight through it with a shatter of glass and fled without looking back.
“Huh? W-Wait, babe—”
The male vampire stared in disbelief. “Why are you—?”
“Tch, guess it wasn’t true love after all,”
Fang Mo said, sounding disappointed. “I’m out. Finish off that trash for me.”
“Trash, indeed,”
Alucard agreed. “He can’t turn into mist, can’t shift into bat form, can’t even heal himself. And once his ammo’s gone, he’s useless. Yet he still dares claim to be ‘beyond human.’ Pathetic.”
With that, Alucard strode forward.
“Ugh… guh…”
Whether from fear of a higher-tier vampire or just fear of death, the wounded man tried desperately to scramble away. Alucard didn’t give him a chance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Alucard emptied his magazine again. Blood sprayed, and the male vampire collapsed.
Alucard then grabbed his body and slammed him against the wall with a deafening crack. The poor creature ended up pinned in a crucifixion pose—like a macabre parody of Jesus nailed to a cross.
“N-No—please…”
He tried to beg for his life, but Alucard simply smiled and drove his hand through the vampire’s chest, shredding his heart. Low-tier vampires die instantly if their hearts are destroyed. He burst into a flurry of blue flames, disintegrating into ash. Only a dusty, bloodstained crucifix silhouette remained on the wall.
Meanwhile, on the roof…
“Shoot, already!”
Fang Mo was perched there, one leg crossed over the other, addressing a sweaty Seras, who was aiming her gun at the distant, fleeing figure. “Shoot the bastard!”
“I can’t—”
“What?”
Fang Mo teased. “Too shy to let it out in public?”
“What are you even talking about?!”
Seras practically bristled. “She’s too fast! She’s about five or six hundred meters away by now, and it’s pitch-black! I can’t do it—my rifle doesn’t even have a scope!”
“Lady, you’re a vampire now. What’s a little darkness?”
Fang Mo pointed at a cluster of trees in the distance. “You’re the fledgling of the Vampire King. Don’t be so pathetic. Even Caitlyn, that random policewoman from somewhere else, can outshoot you—and she’s still human. Aren’t you Seras? Go steal her ultimate or something—”
“I—!”
“Or maybe your weapon’s the problem?”
Fang Mo cut her off, pulling out a massive, luminous bow. “Try this. Shoot that traitorous coward right in her back. Blow her to smithereens.”
“Uh… this…?”
Seras froze at the sight of his bow. Something about it made every hair on her body stand on end. Her survival instinct screamed at her not to touch it, as if it were an artifact of pure doom.
“Police Girl, don’t rely on normal eyesight,”
came Alucard’s voice from the shifting shadows behind them. “Imagine you have a ‘third eye.’ If you shoot like a human, you’ll miss like a human. But don’t worry—you can definitely hit her heart.”
“A third eye?”
Seras frowned. “What… does that even mean?”
“He’s talking about your butthole,”
Fang Mo chimed in casually. “Or maybe the ‘code eye’? ‘Cause, y’know… shooting is shooting, right?”
“Stop being an idiot!!!”
Even Alucard’s patience was wearing thin. “I’m talking about her vampire senses!”
“‘We’ll definitely win!’ ‘Pfft haha… how can I not laugh?’ ‘Wait till you’re fighting Sukuna.’”