Chapter 270

Whistler, standing aside, opened his mouth and hesitated. He glanced at Carly whose hair was disturbed and said, "you haven't changed at all from that time, Cole."

Carly looked up at Cole.

Maybe hide hatred and hatred deeply.

The lawyer's eyes didn't change much.

Get up, wipe the blood on the corner of your mouth, straighten your glasses, signal Nisa that he's okay, take a deep breath and say to the blade, "we spent two years training a special force, blood bag, and want you to lead them."

The blade was slightly surprised and said, "two years?"

Nisa looked directly into Cole's eyes and looked very unhappy. She turned her head and said, "originally, the blood bag was to hunt you, blade."

Scud joked, "so now they're hunting reapers. Wow, cool."

Dawn is coming.

ERI damachinos nodded slightly to the blade, and Assad, standing aside, hurriedly said to the blade, "after dark, blood bag and I will meet you in factory 3."

"Factory 3?"

"Your base of operations in Bucharest."

The investigation by the vampire kingdom was so clear that it obviously exceeded the blade's expectation.

But I didn't say much.

The host here ordered him to leave.

People will not stay long.

Under the leadership of Assad, he walked to the timely apron.

Cole, who was walking at the end, noticed that someone was peeping at him, turned around and just collided with the eyes of the vampire king.

In a sense.

The old guy looks very similar to Chad Norma.

The same blue gray skin, bald head, blood vessels are clearly visible.

But compared to Norma's monster.

Wearing a black robe and long pointed ears, Damus jinnos is more like an alchemist corrupted by evil.

Of course Cole knew they were a father son relationship.

Since blade Warrior II will fail to restart the plot after destroying the plot twist device, he chose to push the plot step by step.

Moreover, the class composition of the vampire world in the blade universe is very similar to human beings.

Blood, surname, wealth.

These three are the elements of the upper class, not individual force.

Cole noticed his gaze.

The vampire king smiled inexplicably, and then Cole smiled.

The pure steel gate fell slowly, blocking their sight.

Stand where you are.

Touch out a cigarette.

The crisp sound of the lighter sounded.

Cole stepped out.

Rather than killing the old man himself, he preferred to wait until Chad Norma met his father and witnessed the touching scene of father's kindness and filial piety.

In an hour.

In an abandoned factory somewhere.

Lean against the iron fence.

Whistler said to the blade in a hoarse old voice, "what do you really think?"

The blade wore epithelial gloves and said in a cold joke tone, "they will kill us as soon as they have a chance."

The Scud frowned and said, "we won't do it, will we?"

"No."

The blade went to the guardrail, his eyes fell on cole, who was smoking alone below, and said, "let's pretend to cooperate first, take advantage of the opportunity they took us in-depth, and have a close look at how their world works."

Whistler went down the stairs, took off his cowboy coat and disdained, "I've seen enough of their world. Now the position of the top of the food chain is not guaranteed, which scared them to pee their pants."

Sitting next to Cole, the red necked old man reached for a cigarette and said, "what about you, pig butcher, do you want to take this opportunity to go deep into the vampire world, go crazy and avenge your wife and children?"

Light the cigarette for the old hunter, Cole said coldly, "you're right, but you have to wait until you finish dealing with the reapers."

Talk.

Looking up at the Scud lying on the railing, I saw that the 25-year-old was flustered. I couldn't help but move my eyes elsewhere and didn't dare to look at Cole.

Whistler followed Cole's line of sight and looked up at a pair of Scud legs like street gangsters.

The old hunter's intuition told him.

That night, Cole, who followed Nisa and Assad, must have seen something, but he didn't say it.

With the help of the waiting time during the day, people find their own places to rest and recharge their energy for their actions at night.

...

After sunset.

The last ray of sunset disappeared into the sky.

The predators hiding in the shadow quietly walked out of the shelter, mingled with the crowd and waited for the opportunity.

Compartments in the factory.

As usual, the blade fixed himself on the chair and injected serum before action.

But she was caught by Nisa who opened the door and went in.

Looking at it, he said in silence, "they're waiting for you to review, day walker."

Five minutes later.

Seeing the blade appeared, Assad got up and said, "blade, see the blood bag.

Light hammer, verren, priest, snowman, Chupa and Reinhart. "

Lighthammer and verren are a vampire couple with bald head and red hair.

The priest wore a shawl, curly hair, small round eyes and spoke with a German accent.

Chupa was tall and strong, wearing a lock armour.

The bald Reinhardt wore sunglasses with the same blade and the same black leather coat.

The snowman is the only Asian, with smoky makeup and a samurai sword on his back.

As soon as they met, the two sides were full of gunpowder.

Reinhart, the oldest and most powerful of them, raised his chin, walked up to the blade, pretended to be friendly and embarrassed to ask, "blade, we all want to know..."

The blade put his ear in front of him.

"What?"

Reinhardt put his face up and lowered his voice so that everyone could hear it.

"Are you shy?"

Chupa smiled. "Well said, Dad."

Was openly provoked.

The blade looked up, smiled and said, "well, I see. You trained for two years to prepare to kill me.

Now, I'm standing here.

Very excited, isn't it? "

Just when he was ready to play with these vampires.

But the creak of a rusty iron door when it was pushed open suddenly sounded in the empty factory building.

People's eyes looked at the man not far away, with a black coat on his shoulder and a cigarette in one hand.

The priest smiled in his German accent, "Nisa, he is the man you mentioned? Fireknife butcher... Only humans can use such a stupid name."

Reinhardt raised his chin slightly, provoked the blade, then crossed him and went straight.

He stopped Cole with one hand, shook his head suspiciously and said with a smile, "wait, in addition to the blade, do you want to join us?

butcher?

To be honest, the name is really stupid, like a hick who deals with cow dung every day. "

Talking room.

Deliberately laugh and show his fangs to Cole.

Maybe I want to see his fear and anger on this man's face.

After all.

No one will be afraid of being closely contacted by natural enemies.