Chapter 267

Whistler, who went to the gun cabinet, frowned and said, "human? Waste cat legs, you mean, a human, following the buttocks of two blood sucking insects?"

Scud pointed to the computer screen and said, "my security system can't go wrong..."

I haven't finished yet.

The two vampires who had sneaked in earlier damaged the monitoring equipment with some kind of spray. At the same time, all the lights in the plant went out.

"Magnesium powder, they burned the equipment."

Talk.

Whistler took out a carbine.

Load.

Seeing this, Scud quickly said, "Hey! I don't trust you... Ah -"

Whistler, the old vampire hunter, how could he talk nonsense with an asshole boy whose origin is unknown and who broke his beloved old car.

Hit him in the face with the butt of the gun.

Scud groaned and fell to the ground with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

later.

Two vampires dressed as Japanese ninjas, with samurai swords on their backs and goggles that can filter ultraviolet rays on their hoods, like acrobats, hang on the steel frame of the plant and move forward.

The moment of landing.

Just hit Whistler's muzzle.

however.

The old vampire hunter couldn't see the elite vampires in night clothes at all. He pulled the trigger. After all the bullets were empty, he was immediately close in, punched in the face and fell to the ground.

The vampire picked up the carbine and pointed to the Scud just got up.

Frightened, he quickly raised his hand and hurried back.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

This time.

The blade of the samurai sword finally came and said to the Scud, "turn on the warning light."

The voice fell.

While pointing a gun at his vampire distraction, Scud forced to close the switch.

Behind the blade, a large row of high-power lamps that can emit artificial sunlight burst into dazzling light.

Two elite vampires, whose whole bodies are wrapped in tight night clothes, instantly close their goggles to filter out the ultraviolet rays that can kill them.

The vampire closest to the blade pulls out the samurai sword and rushes to it with a gorgeous posture called dance.

Vampires are far beyond the physical quality of ordinary people, so that they can make many actions that are difficult for humans to do, cool and deadly.

The blade sees the move.

They beat you all the time.

Until the tip of their knife, pointing to each other's key, stopped in place.

Another vampire pointed a gun at Whistler and Scud and shouted in Romanian, "Nisa! Put the knife away!"

Then he explained to the blade, "you shot first. We came to deliver the letter without malice."

See two people take the knife.

He walked over and said in English, "we represent the ruling class of the vampire Kingdom and ask for a truce. They want to meet you."

Then he knelt on one knee and handed the warrant sealed in the container to the blade.

however.

At this time.

The factory gradually fell into silence, and suddenly came a particularly clear sound of footsteps.

People turned their eyes to the place where the voice came from.

Human vision may not be able to see who the visitor is in the dark.

But the scarlet light spots shaking in the air are particularly eye-catching.

Scud's expression was a little strange. He turned and said to the blade, "maybe... It's the human I mentioned to you just now.

Come in with them. "

Whistler frowned as he loaded the carbine and said, "you mean, a human who doesn't sleep at night, follows two vampires and chases us all the way?"

When they talk.

Nisa and Assad looked at each other and felt shocked and confused from each other's eyes.

No one else knows about their sneaking here, let alone being followed all the way, but they don't know it at all.

Pull out your weapon and look warily into the dark.

Until the footsteps stop.

A man in a black windbreaker, oil head and cold face appeared under the light of the warning lamp.

Don't take a deep look at Scud.

Throw away the cigarette butts and stamp them out with your feet.

The blade frowned slightly and said coldly, "I thought you were dead."

Whistler stared at Cole's face for a long time and said, "cole walker? Wow, the last time I saw you, you were a young man. Why..."

That's it.

It suddenly occurred to me that he had been imprisoned by vampires for 18 years.

Assad slowly put down the long knife, turned and said, "blade, do you know?"

Blade didn't respond and motioned Scud to turn off the warning light.

later.

The male elite vampire took off his hood, looked back at Cole standing not far away and said to the blade, "my name is Assad, and this is Nisa."

Follow the voice.

The female vampire also took off her head cover, looked directly into the blade's eyes and said, "you have always been our most feared enemy, but now there is something else.

Something more terrible than you. "

The face of female vampires is very different from the mainstream aesthetics of Saxon whites.

The typical appearance of women in Mediterranean countries.

however.

In a sense.

Her beauty is very unique, like her rebellious eyes, like a poisonous white rose.

At this time, the system prompt sound suddenly sounded in Cole's ear.

"Mainline task phase 2, generated."

"As a vampire hunter who has lived in seclusion for too long and has been forgotten by the world, and a famous fireknife butcher in the past, you decided to help the vampire Kingdom clean up the enemy as a condition.

In return for handing over the beast that killed your wife and children. "

"Completion reward: immune serum."

After Nisa asked.

The blade frowned slightly.

With all his years of experience as a vampire hunter, he can't think of anything that can threaten vampires at the top of the food chain.

Did not choose to respond directly.

He crossed them and said to Cole, "this is my territory, Cole."

obviously.

He regarded Cole's tracking of two elite vampires as a hunting operation.

"I want to kill vampires, no one can escape, blade."

Talk.

Come to the blade.

Two elite vampires frowned, took weapons and looked alert when they heard such arrogant words.

After a silence.

Cole took out the picture and said, "but this time, I'm not here to kill them."

Talk.

Eyes swept over Assad and Nisa.

When the blade took the picture, Cole frowned, lowered his head, lit a cigarette and said, "my wife, Lina lotnikov and my son John."

Hear this.

The blade's eyebrows wrinkled deeper.

Intuition told him that what he heard next must be very unfriendly.

"Are you looking for them?"

Take a deep breath of the cigarette, Cole frowned. "They're dead. I'm here to ask you to do me a favor, blade."