Chapter 280

Late at night.

The streets near the Caliban industrial building are still crowded.

Like heaven and hell.

The rich area where Caliban industrial building is located is brightly lit.

It is also like the most famous "eight miles".

The poor neighborhood on the other side is old and chaotic. The streets are full of garbage and the walls are full of graffiti.

Drug dealers are sneaky, standing under street lights and making deals with drug addicts.

The woman who runs the skin and meat business is showy. She stands under the neon light and greets Cole.

Gangs who don't return at night in groups linger in all kinds of entertainment places.

Among them, there are many hybrids.

Hook up with drug dealers and buy hagui skilled women to provide prey and bloodthirsty fun for tonight's hunting.

After the prompt tone of the system ends.

The faint sound of gunfire came from the Caliban building.

A group of bent and timid evil creatures climbed out of the sewer and hid in the dark alley, eager to try. Greedy and bloodthirsty eyes swept every living creature passing in front of them.

A wary low hiss.

A female vampire who successfully lured her prey walked through a dark alley filled with garbage with a tall young man.

A pair of bloodthirsty eyes stared at her.

For humans, even hybrids are still irresistible natural enemies.

But for reapers.

Vampires are just more delicious food than humans.

After a short scream.

Paralyzed by neurotoxins, female vampires and young people were slowly dragged into the depths of the alley and made a creepy sound of eating and swallowing in the dark.

Like a grand killing feast.

A bloody smell.

Constantly teasing the eager Reaper hiding in the dark.

Until one of them, unable to suppress his thirst for blood, rushed out of the alley and rushed to a passing hybrid couple.

Wails and screams of pain.

In an instant.

Break the silence of the night!

It is also like blowing the horn of eating to all reapers.

This group of evil creatures hiding in the sewer and living like mice can no longer tolerate so many prey and walk in front of them.

A steady stream of reapers.

Just like the rats that can never be killed in the sewers of Greater London, they poured into the streets one after another and frantically attacked all living creatures that can be seen in the streets in the last hour before dawn!

Frightened vampires and humans.

Scream.

Run away.

Along the street, the sleeping people were awakened by the noise in the street, turned on the lights and put their heads out of the windows.

When they see "people eat people", it's a thrilling backstage of handstand.

Fear turned into the most dangerous plague and began to spread throughout the street.

Timid, close the doors and windows and panic.

Rational people, call the police station for help.

An undercover SWAT stationed near the Caliban building, seeing the riot, hurried to the headquarters for support, picked up guns and rushed to the streets to evacuate the fleeing crowd.

Let more residents who open the windows and are confused about the situation outside lock the doors and windows and protect themselves.

Dada dada——

Empty the magazine of the automatic rifle.

The plainclothes SWAT's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Looking at a group of reapers who jumped at him, he shivered to change his clip and shouted to his headset, "damn! These monsters are not afraid of silver!

And they don't just attack humans, vampires are also their hunting targets. "

Excellent tactics will not make him weak and give up resistance.

But no matter how many bullets are fired, the enemy who can't be killed is like the most terrible despair, strangling his throat!

Click

The empty shell sound after the empty bullet changed the face of the plainclothes SWAT!

Seeing the hated reaper, he jumped at him with a roar and hurriedly pulled out his pistol, but it was too late.

Perhaps we have foreseen the coming of pain and death.

At this moment, the body of the special police surged adrenaline, pulled the trigger crazily and roared hysterically.

"Come on! You monsters! Fark! Ah -"

Just when he was caught and put his hand against the Reaper's neck for the last stubborn resistance.

A long knife burning scarlet flame runs through the heart of the reaper in an instant!

Flames surged.

In a scream, the reapers burned the wreckage.

The Swat, who escaped from death, took a big breath of fresh air, moved back madly, trying to stay away from the wreckage of the harvester still on Mars.

Look up.

His eyes fell on a dark figure.

One with a knife and the other with a gun.

Bathed in scarlet light, it is like a god of killing.

The monster he could not kill was like a thin piece of paper, which would be torn to pieces under the long knife.

The Reaper wailed in pain, and in the afterglow of the burning flame, the man's black clothes swayed in the night wind.

See each other turn and leave.

The Swat quickly shouted, "Hey! You! Wait!"

Get up and catch up.

Under the dim light of the street lamp.

He saw a man in a black windbreaker with a gorgeous crossbow behind him.

The first time I saw Cole's face.

He was stunned.

Vaguely remember where I met, but I can't remember for a moment.

"What's up?"

"I'm lieutenant Alaric. Your dress... Night Walker?"

Cole looked back at him, raised the justice trial at the same time, shot and killed a blood sucking seed trying to turn into the window of the street house, and said indifferently, "are you a member of the official organization?"

"We are ordered to monitor the movements of the vampire kingdom here, you..."

I haven't finished yet.

The Swat seemed to think of something. He immediately opened his eyes and shouted in disbelief, "long knife burning fire... Are you Cole walker?!

The legendary strongest vampire hunter!

God, where have you been all these years? We all thought you were dead. "

Cole didn't want to waste time standing here with him. I glanced at the countdown. There were 27 minutes before the end of the time limit task.

The statistics panel shows that the number of infected people has reached 0.7%.

As he walked, he said, "do you know me?"

The Swat, who was in his twenties, said excitedly, "of course! The vampire hunting textbook we use now was written by you more than ten years ago.

The vampire world calls you fireknife butcher, but we prefer to call you the strongest hunter. "

Cole did not respond.

The Swat seemed very excited. Even his eyes at Cole were full of respect, as if he had seen a life idol.

however.

In addition to his excitement, his excellent tactical literacy immediately made him realize that there was a big riot near the Caliban building, which was very not simple.

He has never seen those monsters that can't kill.

Headquarters has never passed on relevant information to them.