# Monster Hunting (2)
In the dim room, in the dark corners, strange sucking sounds continuously echoed.
"Crash! Crash crash!"
The sound of glass shattering rang out, as sunlight streamed in.
From the shadowy corner, a piercing scream of pain erupted.
A man and a woman, two pale-faced vampires, were originally devouring two young girls.
As sunlight shone into the room and fell upon their skin, it was instantly as if sulfuric acid had been poured on them.
Screaming and wailing, they immediately lunged towards the corners where the sunlight couldn't reach.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Before their wails could cease, a series of metallic thuds sounded one after another.
Then, blinding bright light and noise erupted.
Ah! The two monsters, who had just shrunk into the corners to avoid the sunlight, were instantly blinded hit by the flashbang grenades.
Pfft pfft pfft pfft!
Two fully armed Special Operative Fast-roped directly from outside the window, breaking through.
While still in mid-air, the SCAR rifles in their hands were aimed at the vampires in the corner, unleashing half a magazine of bullets.
Pfft pfft pfft pfft...
With such dense firing from 5.56mm caliber bullets, even vampires with powerful regeneration abilities were instantly riddled like sieves.
As soon as the two Special Operative landed, two more soldiers broke through the window.
"Target is incapacitated!"
A Special Operative looked at the two lumps of rotten meat that were still wriggling despite being shot, reporting the situation through his earpiece.
"Team A secure the targets, Team B search the remaining rooms! Everyone else search all rooms with closed windows nearby!"
Frank's voice was extremely steady, without a hint of fluctuation. In front of him was a computer, and the micro-camera on each soldier's helmet transmitted the footage to the computer screen.
Many people knew Frank was a soldier king with extremely strong individual combat capabilities, referred to by S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury as a "Level Ten Agent". This level could be said to be the peak of human individual combat power.
Few people paid attention to the command capabilities of this former Federation Marine Corps Captain.
It should be known that during his time in the Marine Corps, he was awarded the Medal of Honor, the Navy Cross, 3 Silver Stars, 4 Purple Hearts, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
When Frank was alone, he was the lone Punisher, but when he commanded soldiers, he was equally a qualified commander.
"Once a target is found, don't spare the bullets, kill on sight."
Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone when the enemy this time was not human, leaving no room for error.
The Special Operative who received the order was like a wound-up mechanical clock, executing the commands with precision.
They slid down the ropes towards the designated rooms.
...
"Point A is clear, no targets found!"
"Point B target neutralized."
"Point C search complete, no targets found!"
As suspected rooms were cleared one by one, the activity in this building also attracted the attention of the police. In the police car downstairs, two fat, pot-bellied white Police Officer looked at the Special Operative Fast-roping through the glass, exchanging glances.
A Police Officer in his fifties picked up the walkie-talkie in front of him, just about to report the situation.
Tap tap, his car window glass was suddenly knocked.
The old Police Officer startled, his hand gripping the handgun at his waist. He quickly drew it out, pointing it at the side window.
To his surprise, a kind-faced middle-aged Priest was holding a Bible and waving at him.
...
Room after room was cleared. Frank put away the computer, opened the Rooftop iron door, and walked down.
In the corridor of the apartment building, the 24W ceiling lights flickered incessantly, illuminating the narrow hallway. Frank's combat boots stepped on the floor. The stairs were eerily quiet, and the tapping footsteps echoed in the stairwell.
Suddenly, a rustling sound like scraping on the tiled floor came from above Frank, reminiscent of the sound a butcher makes when sharpening a steel knife back and forth on a wet whetstone before slaughtering livestock.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Frank abruptly stopped his steps, swung his hand back, and aimed a modified Browning automatic pistol upwards, instantly unleashing a stream of bullets.
"Ah..."
Amidst a strange cry of pain, large amounts of foul blood dripped from above Frank.
Thud! A strange white elderly woman fell directly in front of Frank.
Her mouth was full of sharp fangs, her fingernails were sharp, foul blood continuously gushed out, and her body twitched.
Frank lowered his gun, walked slowly to this vampire, raised his combat boot, and stomped heavily on her face.
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Four shots broke the vampire's four limbs.
Frank took out a black coffin nail from his pocket and plunged it into the vampire's face with a backhand motion.
...
Several military pickup trucks were parked at the entrance of the Community. Five or six burly black men skillfully carried body bags out of the building.
From a distant Rooftop, Selene watched this scene indifferently.
"Are these monster hunters or a human special department!?"
Behind Selene, a Death Dealer frowned, looking at the fully armed Frank and his team.
"Do you need me to check their identities? The aura around them feels very unpleasant."
Selene said coldly, "Don't cause unnecessary trouble. Since these Vagrants have paid the price, what happens next has nothing to do with us."
Selene's gaze shifted to the black-robed Priest standing beside the police car, talking to the Police Chief.
Seeing the black-robed Priest look over with a questioning gaze, Selene immediately took her people and quickly jumped onto a nearby building, scurrying away without a word.
The Priest shook his head in confusion, muttering indistinctly, "Strange, did I feel wrong? But these monster hunters are really useful, it's just a shame they're so expensive. Five hundred thousand US dollars, sigh. Still, no matter what, they're much easier to use than those Fanatic from the Inquisition!"
Thinking of the scene when the Inquisitor from the Inquisition took action before, the black-robed Priest felt a headache.
Those Fanatic fought to their heart's content, but he had to pay at least eight figures annually just for the clean-up costs.
(End of Chapter)