Overlords in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 194 Inescapable Responsibility

For those who wander on the edge of life and death all year round, the boring and peaceful daily life like ordinary people is very precious.

Put on an ordinary t-shirt, eat a full meal and go out for a walk like ordinary people, and go to the supermarket to snap up purchases while taking advantage of the big sale. You don’t have to worry about monsters with claws and fangs rushing towards you from the dark, and you don’t have to Don't worry about those filthy blood staining your leather clothes.

"Well, the woman named Juliet may be too confident in her cooking skills. Her red pepper sauce is like homemade napalm, but some of her ideas in the dishes are very good and bold..."

Carrying shopping bags, Eric Brooks squints and recalls his breakfast on the way back to his rental home from the convenience store.

Chili, the food is full of chili, is it possible that Juliet's ancestors are actually Mexicans?

Although the taste of the food is not quite in line with Eric Brooks' taste, fortunately, this peaceful daily life makes him very satisfied, and everything is developing according to his own expectations.

After the outbreak of the vampire rebellion, New York City is no longer as prosperous as it was before. The dilapidated streets are full of sundries and garbage that no one has cleaned up. Homeless people warming up next to a bucket.

I hope everything can develop in a good direction, and hope that the city can recover from the pain as soon as possible.

But all of this has nothing to do with Eric Brooks, he is a rough man, not good at other things except killing vampires, fortunately, Eric Brooks' previous savings are enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

With longing for future life, Eric Brooks suddenly quickened his pace unconsciously, but just as he passed the intersection, he found a homeless man in a large windbreaker squatting carelessly on his back The door of the new apartment.

"It's useless, your wife and children's wish to be hot on the kang will not come true." The homeless man took off his hat, revealing the cross tattoo on his forehead, "You were born to be a supernatural assassin, you were born to be like this , this is your destiny."

The shopping bag in his hand fell to the ground, and Eric Brooks reached out and grabbed John Clark by the collar, lifting him up from the steps.

"Listen, Furball, there are two kinds of people I hate the most!" Eric Brooks began viciously, "One is the woman who harassed me, and the other is a monster like you, you are just a person who got caught up in the supernatural. Poor thing about events, because you get nothing out of your tragic life!"

"That sounds familiar, doesn't it?" John Clark, who was grabbed by Eric Brooks's collar, was not afraid, but instead asked Eric Brooks in a calm tone.

Speechless, Eric Brooks let go of his hands, and instead squatted down to pick up the dropped shopping bag, "I'm retired, quit, you go, I don't want to see you again you."

What Eric Brooks said just now was not only mocking John Clark, but also mocking himself.

"You can't escape your own blood. You were born when a vampire killed your mother, and thus became a vampire hunter." John Clark said calmly.

"But I just want to live a normal life now, and I don't want to get involved in these shitty things anymore, okay?" Eric Brooks said impatiently.

"Look man, I've been lucky so far, I just lost what I had, and the rest...they lost their lives."

"Well, as you wish, since you insist on this, then I won't force you anymore." John Clark put on his hat again, and then took out a strange golden sphere from his pocket and handed it to Eric Brooks, "Take it, this is my congratulatory gift to you for moving to your new home, and it is also my respect for you."

"Thanks, but what is this?" After taking what John Clark handed over, he instinctively told Eric Brooks that there was nothing dangerous about this thing.

From the outside, John Clark's gift was a fist-sized golden ball with a hollow golden pattern engraved on it. Through the hollow top, it could be seen that the ball was inlaid with a compass pointer like a clock.

"This is a magic compass." John Clark, who put on his hat, turned and prepared to leave, "It was hand-crafted by a Chinese magician thousands of years ago, and its function in searching for negative energy is like a tradition of pointing north. Like a compass."

"It used to belong to an ancient organization of warriors—'cleaners'. They were committed to eradicating the dark side of human beings. They were also attacked by the dark for revenge. Only a few members have survived to this day." John Clark patiently Eric Brooks explained the origin of the magic compass in his hand.

"It seems that they have done a lot of good things... Okay, it's time to say good night buddy, don't forget to take your medicine before going to bed." Eric Brooks opened the closed door of the apartment with a key, and then said without looking back .

"This is fate, you can't escape..."

Standing silently outside the door for a while, John Clark turned and left.

……

"Damn, which mental hospital did this guy escape from? It makes me look like an attention-grabbing monster."

After returning to the apartment, Eric Brooks casually threw the magic compass in his hand on the sink, and then got himself a glass of warm water.

Just as Eric Brooks drank the water, the pointer inside the magic compass suddenly started to rotate, and even the entire sphere shook.

"This thing moved, it seems that guy didn't lie to me... Oh, sober up." Eric Brooks drank another glass of warm water, "That guy is a monster, except... he knows about me There are not many people who know about the mother's matter."

The magic compass was still shaking gently on the sink, making a noise that Eric Brooks couldn't ignore.

"Fuck off, I don't like it... I don't like where this thing is pointing, damn it, if this thing is right, if something really bad happens..."

Unable to control his strength, the restless Eric Brooks subconsciously crushed the water glass in his hand.

"I can't sit idly by, can I?"

After some mental struggle, Eric Brooks looked at himself in the mirror, and finally sighed helplessly. The psychopath was right, this was his own destiny, and he couldn't escape it.

"This fucking fate!"