Chapter 52

"Reward for completing the main task: Colt - just trial."

The mechanical synthesis sound is played.

A strange force began to rush in Cole's blood and body.

It is difficult for him to describe in words what kind of experience it is. Like hot magma, it is constantly pumped by the heart to every cell of the body.

The explosive terrorist force is also dormant in every inch of his muscles like the undercurrent of the ocean.

There is no feeling of maladjustment.

As he was born.

It can accurately control every power.

besides.

Special event: the plot twist device mentioned in the change of the world line also solved a doubt in his heart. Why didn't he produce the butterfly effect because of his appearance when summoning the soul I world, and after some things, the plot of the film will return to the original track.

In other words.

Even if there is an uninvited guest in the film world and there is a [plot reversal device], it is not easy to forcibly change the plot.

Just like this time, miracles must be done vigorously from strange angles.

Throw away the cigarette end and hand Karen a Glock pistol full of silver bullets. Cole said, "go to the rooftop and wait for support."

Hearing the ghost cry of blood sucking species coming from downstairs in groups, Karen held the refrigerated blood taken from the blood bank in one hand, stuffed the pistol into her pocket and said, "what about you?"

Pull out the long knife and relight a cigarette. Cole's indifferent eyes fall at the end of the hospital corridor. "I'm a hunter, not a prey, doctor."

Karen sighed in her heart. She couldn't imagine how many dark creatures the cold guy standing in front of her had killed before she put on such a cool gesture like, 'you're surrounded by me alone', which makes people want to go crazy with him.

In this bloody and dead city ruled by vampires, it seems that he is the man who really stands at the top of the food chain.

"Well, you pay attention to safety."

After Karen left.

The bell that the elevator reached the floor sounded like the first shot of war in this suddenly silent corridor.

When the elevator door opened, a group of vampires rushed out of the elevator.

Their chins were covered with scarlet, messy and dirty clothes, blood scabs condensed, sharp teeth exposed, and holding all kinds of weapons for street fighting.

Whatever their reason.

Or ask Forrest for credit, try to enter the aristocratic circle of the vampire world, or be tempted by a huge reward of one million dollars.

Before dawn, only one person can leave the hospital alive!

Cole looked down at his watch. At 3:30 a.m., the supporting seals should be on the way.

Take a deep breath, cross your lungs, and smoke curls around your mouth and nose.

Hold the knife in both hands.

The half burned cigarette has not landed yet, and the roaring blood flame is like the fire of hell, attached to the blade and burning.

Step forward and step out.

Violent knife waving.

Blood, like scarlet pigment, splashed on the walls and the ground. The scattered burnt out debris and the still lingering mourning of death sounded the death knell of blood sucking species at this moment.

These blood slaves who deliberately came to die and ordinary vampires without social status.

All think that the legendary vampire butcher, Cole walker, an uninvited guest of the city of angels, is nothing more than a walking million dollar knife and an ordinary human blown to heaven by the vampire aristocracy.

The idea of being controlled by desire and violence makes it difficult for them to understand why the noble lords in the vampire world give a person the nickname "vampire butcher", which makes them very uncomfortable and wants to beat him up.

The truth is.

As they fear the blade.

Only when they face death in person can the blood sucking species really understand how Cole's name as a butcher comes from.

Compared with the blade, the day walker who likes to drink and has gorgeous killing techniques.

It's in the 15 meter attic corridor.

Cole walker is a ruthless killing machine.

The vampire's blood covered his clothes and body, burned out, and debris piled up the whole corridor.

Kill three in one step.

Like death.

Cole didn't know how many blood suckers he killed, rushed into the hospital in an attempt to earn a reward, until he was the only living person left in the corridor on the top floor.

The system tone is still ringing in my ears.

"Evolution progress: 99.1%"

Pick up a piece of old clothes left on the ground, kick away the burned debris piled at your feet, sit on the bench and wipe away the sticky blood on your face.

Look down and light a cigarette.

This time.

The originally silent corridor suddenly heard a frivolous sound of men and women laughing.

"Baby, that's a million dollars!"

"Are you really sure to deal with that guy? It's said that he killed two close friends of Forrest who couldn't solve the blade."

"Ha ha! Those fools have long been frightened by the blade. A human deserves to be called a vampire butcher? I only need a little force to bite his neck... Er, neck."

I'm most afraid of sudden embarrassment.

The young couple dressed in hippie style walked out of the stairs of the fire passage hand in hand.

then.

The longing and happiness for a better future suddenly solidified on their faces.

In the corridor, which was neither long nor short, they saw a terrible scene like hell on earth.

Incandescent tubes flicker.

The bare wires sizzled.

The stinky blood sticking to the soles of the feet, like paint, covered the corridors and walls.

The burning debris piled up, like the road of hell paved by human bones, is terrible.

And these are not the most frightening.

When their eyes noticed Cole sitting on the bench in front of them.

It was just like the human being just fished out of the sea of blood. The pungent smell of blood didn't even have time to arouse their bloodthirsty nature. The young female blood slave turned and ran with a scream, but she bumped into the door of the fire passage.

The male blood slave stepped back and hit the windowsill. He raised his hand to hold his hat and said in panic, "damn..."

This time.

His eyes collided with Cole.

Ruthlessly pulled out of the holster, Glock pointed to two blood slaves. Cole, like the same hell demon, had a cigarette in his mouth and said expressionless, "good evening, two."

"Oh, no! No -"

"Jack, help me!"

Bang!

Bang!

The smoke from the muzzle of the gun drifted slowly.

The male blood slave was shot in the head. At the same time, the body became burnt out and piled up under the windowsill.

The female blood slave instinctively tilted her head, so that she narrowly escaped a disaster, only one ear was scraped off by a bullet.

"Missed?"

Put Glock away. Cole got up and went to the young woman who covered her ears and collapsed on the ground trembling. She took a cigarette and said indifferently, "it seems that you haven't been transformed for a long time."

Seeing the hope of survival, she quickly hugged Cole's leg, cried with tears, and begged for mercy, "it's Jack! He bit me! Please... I've never killed anyone! Woo woo..."

"Really?"

"I was coerced by him! I really didn't know things would turn out like this. Let me go. I'll do whatever you want me to..."

Unfortunately, before she finished, the frightened expression was frozen on her face forever.

Blood flame burning.

Cole kicked away the remains of the female blood slaves that burned into a pile of ashes, took the smoke from his mouth with his thumb and index finger, frowned, walked to the roof, and said indifferently, "are you good or evil? I'm not interested. Suck blood."

At the same time, the system prompt sounded in his ear.

"Evolution progress: 100%."

"Calculating additional progress..."

"The third evolution of blood flame, the secret art of slaughter, has been completed. The final evolution progress: 0.1%."

[evolution III: the strength of the cold weapon you use blood flame has been greatly increased, the destructive power of blood flame has been greatly increased, and the blood consumption has been greatly reduced.]