Chapter 46

Three hours later.

Before setting out, blade handed Whistler the remnant pages of the book of Erebus he got in the vampire archives.

The old man frowned and sniffed.

"Well... It smells like vampire toilet paper."

"The blood book, which I brought from the archives, may have something to do with Frost's plot."

Whistler gently rubbed the palm sized human skin paper with his hand, looked down for a while, frowned and said, "I can't understand anything else about the blood God and the twelve Holy Spirits."

The blade handed him the disk he had previously obtained from the fat house vampire and said, "maybe you need this."

This time.

Cole came out of the lounge with a cigarette, leaned against the iron frame and said indifferently, "gather the blood of the twelve Holy Spirits to summon the blood god to come, and the blood of the day walker is the key to the ceremony."

Whistler turned to look at him and said, "you know?"

Cole shrugged. "The book of Erebus is part of the dark Bible. I was lucky to read some when I was active in Austria."

Whistler raised his eyebrows, limped to the computer and joked, "if it were the middle ages, you would be tied to a pile of firewood and burned to death."

Dark Bible.

Anyone who mentions it will be regarded as a felony of blasphemy and secret communication with Satan.

Unfortunately, this is a new era.

No one cares about these strange metaphysics.

After a silence.

The blade came to Karen who was playing with the instrument. "What are these?"

"I borrowed some instruments from the hospital last night."

"Develop your magic medicine?"

The female doctor picked up the medicine bottle on the table and explained, "this is EDTA, an anticoagulant used to treat thrombosis.

Look, what happens if I drop it into vampire blood? "

Dropping the solution on a glass slide under the microscope, Karen stepped back and said, "back up, the reaction will be fierce."

obviously.

As a professional, blade doesn't believe her words at all.

He took off his sunglasses and put a suspicious and tugging expression on the edge of the microscope.

In five seconds.

Bang!

The violent chemical reaction with vampire blood instantly exploded the slide together with the microscope.

The blade shrouded his eyes and retreated rapidly.

Cole sat in the distance with a cigarette in his mouth and a small glass of brandy from Whistler in his other hand. "Now, you know why the pure blood family would compromise with the human government instead of trying to start a war like that fool Forster."

Frowning and taking a sip of brandy, he joked, "the steel torrent of World War I and World War II must frighten those beasts."

Karen put her hands on her hips and said, "do vampire hunters believe in science?"

"There is no conflict between the two, doctor."

The blade turned his head and looked at Whistler with a rare laugh and said, "good antidote."

Karen said seriously, "I didn't say it was an antidote, but you can use it to blow up the vampire's head."

Then.

When the female doctor took blood samples from the blade, she talked about Whistler's incurable disease and some past events between them.

After he left, Whistler saw Karen whose vampire bite began to deteriorate in front of the bathroom mirror, threw down the comfort of "you only have one day to live" and turned away.

Cole asked Whistler to give him the address of an underground arms dealer and left later.

Because just now.

Karen's idea of defeating metaphysics with science suddenly reminded him of something.

The world background of blade warrior I is the United States in the 1990s, not the main world and Mengxi Empire shortly after the industrial revolution.

So he is going to buy an automatic rifle on the black market, and then buy a large amount of silver and make a new silver bullet with the help of the equipment of the garage.

Colt m1900 may be the most advanced industrialized weapon in the main world, but it is stretched out in this era when blood slave thugs have been replaced with Uzi submachine guns.

Drive to the gang run slums of Los Angeles.

According to Whistler, there is a Ukrainian named Ivankov in the Russian territory, who is engaged in the business of buying and selling illegal weapons.

As long as the money is in place, tanks and even fighter planes can help you get them.

After a friendly warm-up with the three bodyguards, Cole kicked open the wooden door behind the bar and saw Ivankov.

Two thousand dollars.

A G3 automatic rifle made by Germany, two glocks, four fragment grenades and 300 rounds of bullets.

Carrying a heavy black luggage bag in his hand, Cole left the bar and took a taxi back to the apartment set up by the system to store his equipment.

Close the curtains.

Still under the bed, Cole took out a brown suitcase and opened the code lock, which contained the pneumatic crossbow for the reward of the branch mission.

A total of four drums filled with small crossbows and arrows are equipped, all fully loaded.

After folding the pneumatic crossbow and stuffing it with a luggage bag, Cole opened the door of the apartment, but saw a fat and a thin area patrol standing outside the door.

"Mr. Cole walker?"

Cole said expressionless, "you've got the wrong person."

However, the other party is obviously not ready to make way.

One of the patrolmen took out a mobile phone, handed it to him and said coldly, "someone wants to talk to you."

According to the development of the film plot, now, Deacon frost should have negotiated with Chinatown and blade soon. In other words, he sent the two vampire slaves.

Put down your luggage bag.

Cole took the phone. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of their right hands, all on the waistband holster, with no expression on their faces.

The thin policeman said, "there's only one number in it. Dial it out."

"Forrest sent you?"

The two policemen looked at each other and didn't answer.

Cole, who deliberately distracted them, suddenly attacked.

He kicked the fat policeman in the crotch, then hit the thin policeman in the neck, then hit the former in the face and broke his nose bone.

Grabbed the latter's hair and smashed it against the wall.

Pulling down the clothes of the thin policeman who had been unconscious, Frost's slave mark was impressively printed on the back of his neck.

Seeing that another fat policeman had not fainted, Cole shot him in the face, stepped on his back and dialed the number.

Toot——

Toot——

At the other end of the phone, a relaxed but malicious voice sounded.

"Mr. Cole walker, the famous vampire butcher, we finally meet."

Cole said indifferently, "deacon frost."

"Oh? You know me, blade should have told you, but I have a proposal. Are you interested?"

Cole smiled, "really? It seems that I didn't kill your old face last time. I was too careless."

The beautiful eastern European woman with a knife and Kun are also close friends of Forster, but the relationship between them is much closer than this level.

Intimacy of negative distance.

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, as if he was trying to suppress his anger.

According to Cole's knowledge of Forrest, he is not the kind of guy who likes patience.