——To my dear old friend: Jack Martin
The safe word I set for you is [Jack Has Come To...]. It is written by me and seen by you with your own eyes. Only by not missing a single English letter and not a single punctuation mark can you complete this ritual and free you from confusion. Awakening from a dream.
If you have just woken up, I’m afraid there are still many things you don’t understand.
I will briefly tell you the story of what happened during these years and why I did what I did.
In November of 1888, when it was bone-chilling, I discussed with the newspaper the recent big topic of "Jack the Ripper". I didn't know that the murderer was you - so out of curiosity I went from the old location in Edinburgh to London to collect materials, and finally followed the clues to find you.
You were disheartened at the time and told me about Wen Bucai's family affairs.
You tore his home apart, killed his wife and daughter, turned this savior into a crazy walking zombie, and finally lost this good friend.
I can feel the strong desire for self-destruction from your remorseful spiritual pressure, from your trembling and crying body - so I will use my soul power to treat you.
I wrote six characters for you. These six characters are all fake and do not have any realistic prototypes. You will become the protagonist in the story and live according to the character attributes of these protagonists.
I believe that time is a good medicine that can cure you, and it can also cure your lack of talent.
At that time, I didn’t know that we had become [outlaws], immortal weirdos—in that order of character, you would now be called Winston Spencer.
When I was writing these characters, I never imagined that you would live for more than 160 years.
This character is probably the sloppiest, greasiest, carefree and comfortable weirdo I have ever written.
Hope you're having fun in this part of your life, Jack.
But now, you have to wake up——
——Two of my apprentices went to London to fight vampires.
I personally thought that these two young men were still in their infancy and were no match for the old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.
They were so tender that they needed a piece of old, spicy ginger for seasoning.
The first thing I thought of was you——
——I just hope you can forgive me for sending you into the story I weaved without your consent.
——I just hope you can help my two apprentices regardless of the past grudges.
One of them is Jiang Xueming and the other is Bu Liuxing, both Chinese.
If you can protect them during this journey and help them save their lives, I would like to thank God and Buddha for your kindness.
I'll have someone order a new set of clothes for you and make you a new gun.
You can tell me what you want.
After everything is over, let's have a drink together.
There is another story I want to tell you in detail——
——It’s a story about the underground world that you have absolutely no idea about, that you have never been involved in.
You may not believe it, but thousands of meters below the Tower of London, there is a deep underground pit. There is a train station there, called Sky Station, which leads to the vast underground world.
Happy hunting, Jack.
May you dance with the wind all the way.
——David Victor
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"It's so rare." Jack Martin leaned against the streetlight of the Times building, pulling on the brim of his hat to block the wind and rain, and read the letter over and over again.
His blood-red eyes showed a bit of amusement, and messy golden hair was squeezed out from the cracks of his hat.
"Teacher Victor! You actually groveled and begged me for mercy."
The corners of his mouth were cracked to the root of his neck, and his heart was filled with an ecstatic and hearty smile.
"More than a hundred years have passed. It seems that the butcher's knife of time has chopped you into pieces beyond recognition - I can hardly recognize you."
His mood was joyful, brilliant and buoyant.
Collect the envelope and take out another kill list.
The densely packed names on it are already marked with red lines. They are vampires that have been killed, as well as the vampire's little helpers.
He is waiting for the last prey to appear.
The Times is one of the three major newspapers in the UK. In order to distinguish it from rumor-mongering tabloids such as RED·TOPS, these authoritative official media usually use large black fonts as their headlines. It is also a newspaper that seriously sends the most severe and serious news to British citizens.
As the printing industry began to take off during the Industrial Revolution, the struggle between red and black never ended.
Jack Martin shook his head and muttered to himself.
"Ah, yes, yes, you say yours and I say mine."
"I say this is true and that is false."
"There are people who love the Queen's corgis and care about the royal dogs."
"Some people like to read love stories in the market and care about the widow's waist."
"Teacher Victor, how did you end up giving me such a role?"
"It's like running out of ink, and in the end you have to find someone who can make up the amount and fill it in casually."
"I'm going crazy! I'm going to scratch the skin from my neck to my chest. I've been wronged for more than 20 years. I've hit every wall in this hellish place, and my nose is almost broken——"
"——When I was a student, my teacher disliked me. After work, my superior gave me small shoes. A good friend with whom I had nothing to do asked me to start a human flesh business with him. In the past two years, I talked to the elderly around Downing Street about epidemic prevention. As a result, they Point at my nose and call me crazy.”
"I was very angry, but now I am the Count of Monte Cristo, which is like a cool novel."
"I'm a little confused as to whether I'm Winston Spencer? Or Jack Martin? Maybe George Joseph? Any other names?"
"But there's one thing I'm sure of."
"I want to go on a killing spree now."
"Your psychotherapy effect is outstanding, Teacher Victor. Just like I have been waiting for your new book, I now have a strong sense of hunger in my heart."
"How many new works have you written in these more than a hundred years?"
"I..."
Before he finished speaking, gunfire rang out from the direction of the Times Building.
The bullet hit the lamppost of the street lamp. Jack tensed up and hid behind the lamppost.
"Do you have a sense of public morality? The road administration has spent so much money! Just to give you target practice? My head is here! Aim!"
A voice of panic and fear came back from the darkness. It was a woman.
"Winston Spencer? Are you Winston Spencer?"
Jack Martin shouted back: "Don't you know who you're going to kill before you shoot? Oh my God! Oh my God! What a horrible monster you are!"
The woman was almost so frightened that she cried, and said aggrievedly: "You must be the murderer... So many people have died in major newspapers in the past two days, and you want to take my life?"
Jack held up the kill list, glanced at it, and casually named a name.
"Are you Ram?"
"wrong!"
"Are you Rem?"
"no..."
"Oh! Then you are Krim!"
"That's a man's name! He's dead. He was the assistant general manager of the Guardian! He died three hours ago!"
Jack pouted: "Then this name can be crossed out, sorry."
"No...don't be so polite." The woman then realized that this man was indeed the murderer she thought.
Jack then said, "Let me see, oh! You must be Joelle! Right?"
No sound came from the darkened Times Building.
Immediately afterwards came the continuous sound of gunfire——
——7.62 NATO rifle rounds hit the lamppost of the street lamp.
Qiao Li squatted at the side window of the historical exhibition hall on the first floor, her eyes full of anger, fear and hatred.
She realized she had been exposed, discovered by this terrifying hunter.
There is no place for her in London anymore, and all the glory and wealth in the past will become a dream.
She works for Mistress Mary, and she works for vampires.
In this era, red and black are mixed together.
Whether it is a red title or a black title.
——They are all telling lies.
As a weekly producer at The Times, she had long joined the ranks of the blood aristocracy.
She has enough confidence to kill this unknown white dove knight.
This confidence comes from the weapon in her hand, which is the best-selling AR-15 rifle in modern society.
She was prepared, unlike other stupid and unlucky people.
Fortunately, she had been prepared early and was always ready to kill this murderer who blocked people's money and life.
Rifle rounds can shatter that annoying lamppost!
Show me some blood! ——Qiao Li thought so.
She has rich combat experience. She has hunted with Mother Mary many times. She is also a thorn in the side of the Lazuli Guard in the underground world.
Thirty rounds of ammunition were used up, and there was still a preloaded life-saving bullet in the gun.
She didn't dare to make any reloading action, and only saw the big hat slowly falling from the streetlight.
"What?"
At this moment, her heart was shaken, as if she had seen a ghost.
The target disappeared—gone before her eyes.
All that was left was the lone big hood and a radio.
Jack Martin's relentless taunts came over the radio.
"Modern weapons are so powerful! Did the cross-gun flames ejected from the flash cap dazzle your eyes? Do you want to know where I am? Jolie?"
Before she finished speaking, under the warm light of the exhibition hall, Qiao Li felt cold all over her body. Her skull was about to deform and crack due to the strong fear, as if she was in a stress reaction and wanted to immediately transform into a bat shape and escape from this place.
But once she turns into a bat shape, she will lose the qualification to shoot. The thick rat-like knuckles cannot fit into the trigger guard, and the bulletproof vest and steel helmet on her body will also lose their protective effect.
She had no choice but to bite the bullet, stand up with the gun in hand, use the display cabinet as a temporary shelter, and was about to change bullets——
"-Oh! Oh! I heard the sound of the magazine clattering." Jack Martin followed him like a shadow, his voice like a ghost, coming from all directions.
Qiao Li's nerves that had just relaxed immediately became tense, and she didn't dare to make any move.
"But I didn't hear the sound of the magazine falling to the ground. You were hesitating, right? You must have another bullet - a 7.62 mm caliber steel core armored bullet. Even if it only hits the body, the bullet's terrifying tumbling effect will Tearing a huge hole in the flesh. I handled this weapon in military school."
Qiao Li cursed loudly: "Stop fucking pretending!"
Jack: "Isn't it inappropriate for a vampire to say this?"
Qiao Li was frightened and lost her mind: "I have already called the police! The police will be here soon!"
Jack: "Isn't it inappropriate for a vampire to say this?"
Qiao Li gritted her teeth: "Guess who the police officer will help? Is it you or me?"
Jack: "How interesting... According to what you said, these tax thieves might really shoot me, a caring citizen."
Jolie was extremely angry: "What on earth do you want to do? Winston Spencer! Whatever you want! I can give it to you! You have made me uneasy these past two days! I don't even dare to hire a bodyguard To protect yourself - people in our small circle of vampires say that you can disguise yourself and make up, you can hide spiritual pressure, you are a murderer who is omnipresent and omnipotent, you are Jack the Ripper..."
"Don't say that, I'm so sad - the reason why I chatted with you for so long." Jack paced beside the display cabinet without making a single sound, "It's to keep your brain in a state of excitement. Lest you, a cold-blooded creature, smell my scent and feel my body temperature.”
Qiao Li's pupils narrowed and focused in an instant, and it only took less than half a second to go from frightened and alert to extremely horrified.
In the remaining half a second, she couldn't move anymore.
She felt like she was tied tightly by invisible threads, like a puppet.
Jack told the truth: "On the other hand, now that I am notorious, no gun dealer in the underground world will be happy to sell this guy to me - I have to find another way. At this distance, my [Soul Power] is just right I can touch you."
Jack's fingertips were tied to a vague steel cable.
Unlike Wen Bucai and Victor, it doesn't even have a complete human form.
It died with the big boss and turned into the broken soul of Jack Martin.
"Jolly, I can't kill you with a meat saw, right? You're wearing a stab-proof suit and a body-repellent vest - fully equipped."
Jack's finger flicked, and Jolie's body suddenly stood up as the steel cable pulled her.
From both sides of the exhibition cabinet, a person and a ghost looked away.
But at a distance of twelve meters, it was easy to aim and shoot.
It's just that the vampire has a gun, but he can't lift the hand holding the gun.
But the hunter didn't have a gun, and he still had some silver jewelry in his pocket that he got from the display cabinet.
Qiao Li yelled: "Fuck...what the hell did you do to me - let me go!"
Jack's face was expressionless as he dug out a large pile of cultural relics from the counter.
"Look down and take a good look, don't move - my soul power is very sharp."
Qiao Li hugged the rifle tightly, lowered her head slightly, and saw that her arms and torso were bound and entangled by a golden rope. After a fierce struggle, the exposed skin on her wrists had been cut and bled - the super healing ability of the vampire body. Almost swallowing these cables into the body.
"Fuck..." Qiao Li gritted her teeth, gained anger from the severe pain, and regained determination and courage from the anger, "Fuck...fuck!"
"No, no, no! No, no, no! Don't..." Jack's movements became faster and more agile. He was picking up parts from the counter, and the bullet wheel of the Mark VI revolver just hit the Colt Python. Inside the fuselage, "I'll be quick! Don't worry!"
There was a snap——
——Qiao Li’s violent struggle caused her arm to suffer a broken bone, followed by a shrill scream.
She couldn't break free from this weird rope, and she didn't dare to transform. She could only watch her enemy playing with antiques triumphantly, preparing to use the tatters from a hundred years ago to give her the final blow.
Jack spent a long time piecing together and finally finished the stitching monster on his hand.
"There's good news! Jolie!"
Qiao Li said fiercely: "You fucking..."
Jack: "The good news is, I got the job done."
Qiao Li threatened: "You can't kill me! Come on! How many bullets do you have?! When you run out of bullets! I will change back to my original shape and eat you alive!"
"But the bad news is..." Jack threw away the Stitch Monster casually. This improvised strange gun couldn't shoot any bullets at all. Even paper shell bullets couldn't guarantee a hit rate: "I don't plan to use it. ——I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
"So what do you mean by always apologizing to me?" Qiao Li almost went crazy.
Jack immediately changed his expression, from disappointed and disappointed to a cheerful one with a ferocious smile - he took out a big treasure from behind his back.
It was a Remington stock, a Winchester barrel, a flintlock muzzleloader, and a musket suture monster that could be used with any shot.
"Good news! Jolie!"
The two rows of big white teeth show confidence and strength in the smile.
Jack's expression was twisted, and he almost fainted with joy.
"I'm afraid this kind of antique only has one chance to shine! What am I going to put in it? Can you guess it? Jolie?"
Qiao Li's eyes changed drastically, and almost all her arrogance was extinguished in an instant.
While Jack stuffed the black powder inside, he took pieces of silver jewelry from the display cabinet, and stuffed the broken glass from the counter inside.
"No...no, no, no, no!" Qiao Li shouted, "No!"
At this distance, the smoothbore shotgun could shatter all the exposed limbs of her upper body, including her neck and face that were not protected by a bulletproof vest. There was no need to aim, just raise the gun and fire.
"No, no, no, no! No! I beg you! Winston! Winston Spencer! You have the first and last name of Prime Minister Churchill! You are a noble man, right?! You will not treat a woman Such cruelty!"
Jack asked impatiently: "But you said you don't want it, why don't you want it?"
Qiao Li immediately shouted: "Stop stuffing silverware into the gun chamber! Stop stuffing it!"
Jack's head was like a big light bulb of wisdom.
"Oh! You're so considerate! This charge will blow up the barrel - yes! I have to thank you!"
Immediately afterwards——
——The hunter raised his gun. At that moment, the black hole in the muzzle seemed to be filled with stars.
"Thank you! Little girl!"
Qiao Li only felt that her body had regained freedom for a moment.
That was the steel cable thread moving rapidly, easily cutting through the bulletproof vest, and even the bulletproof insert plate. It was the moment when the door of death opened wide——
——The shining golden circular pendulum stopped on her forehead.
"Listen! For whom the bell tolls!"
The ancient shotgun spit out gold and silver flames.
Dark blood splashed on the dark red door——
——The silverware was almost melted by the dragon's roar-like gunfire, rolling and burning in the broken bulletproof vest, and blending into the vampire's body.
With just one shot, Qiao Li turned into a ball of black ashes.
From a vampire to a vampire.
"Hey-hey-well!-yow!"
Jack threw away half of the fire stick in his hand and danced crudely in the exhibition hall.
Suddenly he raised his hand and pointed, and suddenly straightened his waist and raised his hips.
"Now! You! Are you satisfied! Old witches of the Rose Cult!"
Jack Martin blows a kiss to the camera.
"Are you angry? Are you coming to arrest me?"
The blond boy wrapped his coat tightly, like a ghost.
"Try it! Call more people! Call everyone on your pillow! I am your biggest problem!"
It instantly turned into smoke and disappeared.
"Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha!——"
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[Real name: David Victor]
[Soul Power: Highway To Hell·Highway To Hell]
[Destructive power: D]
[Speed: C]
[Range Distance: C]
[Sustainability: A]
[Precision: A]
[Growthability: A]
[Special Ability ①[Highway To Hell]: After the organism observes or recognizes the handwriting written on any stationery, the organism's spirit will be trapped in it and cannot extricate itself until the study is completed and the text is fully understood. The content cannot be stopped before, nor can it be interrupted by strong sound or light, or huge shaking external force. In this state, nothing can stop the [reading] behavior of the organism until David Victor takes the initiative to pass [safety] Words] to relieve the power of the soul. ]
[Special ability ② [Make your legends]: When David Victor uses stationery to write text on the living body, it must be understandable, fluently readable, and rich in literary and logical words. The organism will use any means to complete what is written, no matter the cost -
——At the same time, David Victor himself will also be affected by the abilities of [Hell Highway], including hearing, touch, smell, taste, vision and psychic sixth sense, as well as the intuitive perception of beasts. ——David Victor At this moment, the behavior of the organism will be imitated as much as possible, and the physiological perception of the organism will be involuntarily and uncontrollably experienced, including past memories, current perceptions, and premonitions of future expectations, until David Victor takes the initiative Use [safe word] to remove soul power]
[Note: Highway To Hell is a restless and frenetic famous single by the rock band AC/DC]
[Note II: Make your legends, from Ronnie Savage’s quiet and peaceful piano song Make Your Own Legends]
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