Chapter 34

He raised his head slowly.

In the dim flickering light, he saw a black man, a black man in black leather, fully armed and wearing sunglasses.

After a brief stupor, street gangsters crawled and hid in one corner.

When the music stops completely.

Blood sucking species wipe away the blood water that obscures their sight.

Instinctive fear made them involuntarily close to the middle of the dance floor and stay away from the uninvited guest as far as possible.

Crowded together, there were bursts of discussion.

"Is that him?"

"God... Really that man."

"Blade! That day Walker!"

Cole stood by the wall with his head down, spitting out the burnt out smoke fart, so he bowed his head and lit one again.

Compared with being ready to open the blade of unparalleled mode in the crowd at any time.

He is much more conservative about fighting.

His pistol currently has only seven silver bullets and must be used with caution.

Although the secret of slaughter is powerful, it has obvious side effects. Moreover, with his human body, it is tantamount to looking for death to single out a group of blood sucking species with super recovery ability and almost unlimited physical strength.

If you want to retreat in this battle, you must let the blade attract most of the fire.

however.

When all the blood sucking species focus on the blade, the crisp sound of the metal flip lighter is particularly harsh and eye-catching.

Blood sucking species standing near him cast their eyes one after another, ferocious and bloodthirsty.

Cole took a cigarette and looked through the white smoke. There was no wave in his heart. Is it going to start?

Finally.

The blade smiled.

He stepped forward, and the invisible pressure was like a real gas field, pushing the crowded blood sucking species back.

When the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, a violent blood slave who couldn't stand the threat roared and rushed to the blade with his bare hands.

"Come on! Day Walker!"

His voice was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Under the huge noise of shotgun, the grumpy blood slaves turned into a pile of fly ash. This underground nightclub, which was still in a frenzy a minute ago, suddenly turned into a pot of porridge!

The scream of escape.

The fury of the guards who poured into the nightclub.

I don't believe in evil and want to fight with the blade, but I keep moaning about the death of blood sucking species for nothing.

Among them, five or six strong men, aware of Cole's blood slaves, opened their teeth and claws to squeeze away the noisy crowd from a distance, trying to fish in troubled waters and take away the prey sent to the door when the blade was not paying attention.

"Catch him!"

"Go away! You fools in the way!"

"Don't let him run away!"

When the strongest and most ferocious vampire pounced on him, Cole took out a Colt Pistol with a cigarette in his mouth, pointed it at his eyebrow and pulled the trigger.

Count silently in your heart: one.

Bang!

In the scream of tearing heart and lungs, the blood sucking species who believe that they have an immortal body are like burning withered grass, which turns into flying ash in the struggle in an instant.

The sudden change in front of me immediately made the other blood sucking species around stay in place.

But they can't scare these bloodthirsty and cruel blood sucking species.

Come back to God.

One of them shouted angrily, "silver bullet... Grass! Son of a bitch Night Walker, kill him for me!"

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the DJ who took out the Uzi submachine gun from the stage, shot out the blood sucking species rushing towards him, and counted in his heart: two.

Cole turned and ran.

Even vampires know to keep pace with the times.

Dada dada

Hiding behind a pillar, the loud noise of knife blades and guards fighting with guns is deafening in the relatively closed underground nightclub.

However, Cole had just found a place to avoid bullets, but he happened to collide with two blood slaves in black.

The two sides looked at each other.

Without any nonsense, the two thugs grabbed the crowbar and rushed at Cole fiercely.

Spit out the cigarette.

Cole took the lead in smashing the blood slave thug who rushed from the left, counting three in his heart.

Then he raised his hand to block the crowbar waved by another thug and kicked him in the crotch.

The poor blood slave thugs haven't had time to wail about broken eggs.

Cole was expressionless, took out the dagger in the leggings, activated the blood flame secret technique, grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled it back. The dagger burning light red blood flame stabbed it fiercely from his lower jaw.

The blood slave's throat made a snore drowned by the pouring of blood, like a lighted dry firewood.

Coax!

In the unique sound of fierce combustion of flame, it breaks and turns into coke.

Feeling the slight stabbing pain in the palm of his hand, Cole looked down and saw that the palm of his right hand holding the dagger kept oozing blood at a drop per second, and then absorbed by the power of the blood flame secret technique.

In the measurement of liquid volume, twenty drops are about one milliliter.

Based on the amount of bleeding he currently activates the blood flame, he needs to consume three milliliters of blood a minute.

It takes 300 ml of blood to fight for ten minutes.

In other words, in the limit state, can the blood flame secret art only support half an hour of combat?

At this time, the original noisy underground nightclub has been empty, leaving only blood and ashes.

Cole closed the slaughter secret and hid behind the pillar to see the outside.

A group of heavily armed blood slave thugs, led by a Sao Bao vampire wearing a net sock T-shirt, rushed in from the door.

As soon as he entered the door, the Sao Bao vampire with pigtails pointed to the nose of the blade and his crazy mouth smelled.

"Catch him and kill him! Take a hard bath and make him miserable! Wuhu ~"

Although the vampire looks coquettish, Cole knows that he, Kun, the number one pony of Deakin frost, has an abnormal brain, likes to talk, is bloodthirsty and irritable, and hates the bone marrow of the blade, but he is very afraid.

The abuse was followed by cheers.

He is really serious.

Even after a few minutes, he will still be nailed to the wall by the blade and baked over fire.

Facing more than a dozen blood slave thugs, the blade not only did not panic at all, but even drew a boundary on the ground with a knife and waved to them.

Implication: if you can cross this line, I'll lose.

Obviously, ordinary blood slaves are not the opponent of blade at all, and they can't even pose any threat to him. A group fight with more to less turns into blade's personal skill in an instant.

The official appointed old guabi was present.

Cole, who was hiding behind the pillar, thought there was nothing wrong with him until another group of four rushed in from the side door with Uzi submachine guns.

You can just see Cole hiding behind the column.

The next moment.

Both sides were stunned.

Blood slave thugs never dreamed that at this time, humans would hide in underground nightclubs and even want to light a cigarette for themselves.

Cole clearly knew that there would be thugs holding Uzi in the follow-up, but in the film, only the scene of them being killed by the blade did not explain where and when they came in.

Put back half the cigarettes you took out.

I scolded in my heart. NIMA compared. It doesn't play cards according to the routine!