Suburbs of Los Angeles!
The sound of roaring engines came from far away, and three expensive black cars drove past one by one, driving at an electric speed and whipping up impetuous hot wind.
The three cars performed various thrilling lane changes and overtaking, and the black paint reflected a series of rapid flashes of light. But this was not a street competition among drag racing parties, nor was it a shooting scene for vegetarian chickens, but a chase and two escapes of life and death. speed.
In the first black car, the person in charge of the vampire bar was holding the steering wheel with both hands, gritting his teeth and sweating profusely. His face, which was already pale, was now even more pale and extremely white.
Vampires have strength, speed, endurance and reflexes beyond ordinary people, and their physical fitness can crush humans. Even if they don't practice driving, with their extraordinary senses and reflexes, they can drive the car into the air with just one step of the accelerator.
However, something was wrong today. The priest who was chasing them had amazing driving skills and couldn't get rid of them no matter what.
"Boss, why don't you go to the great elder?" the younger brother in the passenger seat asked tremblingly.
"Idiot, you exposed the location of the headquarters. The great elder will execute us without the priest taking action."
"But...boss, if this continues, we will still die!"
"Get in touch with the headquarters and tell them that we are being hunted by a very powerful priest. Let them find a way to set a trap. We will take the priest there..."
"Okay, boss!"
In the last car, Russell held the steering wheel and hung slowly. He did not directly kill several vampires, but gave them a way to survive so that he could follow the clues and catch them all.
At this time, Russell had already put on his black robe. He took out the cross necklace from the collar and hung it in front of his chest to indicate that he was a clergyman, in case the sharp look was too eye-catching and he was accidentally injured by friendly forces.
The purpose of changing into this outfit is to prevent unnecessary trouble, not from the vampire camp, but from the human side.
Sister Medellin once said that faith is vulnerable in the face of money and power. Russell believes that there is no end to human beings' satisfaction of desires.
People who have nothing crave money and rights; people who have money and rights will find ways to have everything forever.
It is a good thing for people to be self-motivated, but unbridled satisfaction of desires will become addictions, and they will become unscrupulous and use everything to their advantage.
There is no shortage of people in the world who are willing to make deals with the devil, especially in the United States, a country that dares to use the name of God for desire. Those with money and power will never give up the olive branch thrown by the vampire.
Vampires need to suck blood to maintain their lives. They are afraid of light, silver, crosses, and all the things that dark creatures are afraid of. However, vampires are immortal and can live for a long, long time.
This alone is enough to make many people follow suit. As for faith... Who wants to see God if he is alive? Besides, it is not certain whether he will be able to see God or not!
Having seen the underground blood banks in Mexican border towns and the bars where demons used to dance, Russell has reason to believe that there are humans serving vampires.
Chichi————
The tires scraped the ground rapidly. The first black car suddenly changed direction and drove into the opposite lane next door. The second car continued to move forward.
Without thinking, Russell turned the steering wheel to follow the first black car, still hanging at a constant speed behind it, half-dead.
He could feel that the other party had determined its target and would no longer continue to run around aimlessly.
…
Twenty minutes later, the black car suddenly braked to a stop, and three figures opened the door and escaped in three directions.
This is a cemetery where few people come at night. The slow speed of the car almost made Russell fall asleep. Before he could step on the brakes, he accidentally hit one of the escaping figures.
The unlucky vampire flipped four or five times in the air and fell to the ground with a thud. His neck was distorted and twisted at a very touching angle.
On a human body, this kind of injury would be hopeless, but this vampire did not die immediately, but instead repaired the wounds in various parts of the body bit by bit.
Buzz! ! !
Click! Click————
Russell stepped on the accelerator and then reversed the car back. He went back and forth three times before parking the car and pushing the door open to get out.
The vampire lying on the ground had blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and his mentality was completely broken. He had never seen such a shabby clergyman like Russell, he was a complete devil.
"I know you're not dead yet. Tell me, are you setting up an ambush here?"
With the black gun pointed at his head, fear flashed in the unfortunate vampire's eyes. He was willing to transform into an undead creature just because he was afraid of death. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of dirty blood. He was too injured to make a sound.
"Not bad! I don't think there are brave warriors like you among vampires..." Russell praised, then the conversation turned cold: "I'll count to three, then I'll pretend to be stupid and I'll shoot you to death. "
"Giggle...I..."
"3!"
Clang!
Russell silently counted 1 and 2 in his mind, then spoke 3, and the magic light blade extended, sending the mighty and unyielding vampire warrior to hell.
Overcast clouds cover the sky, the moonlight dims, and the cemetery group is in infinite darkness. Only the vague shadows of tombstones can be seen in the distance. Occasionally, one or two owl's penetrating hoots are heard, which intensifies the terrifying atmosphere.
Russell only glanced at it and had no intention of going deeper.
The space is vast and there are no bunkers for defense. If the opponent has set up a dozen Gatlings and walks in without thinking, wouldn't it be asking for trouble?
After thinking about it, Russell silently recited a spell and stuffed a ball of soul into the vampire's body.
Jason: (゜一゜)
This corpse is pretty good. You can tell from the angle of Jason's gaze that he is only a few centimeters taller than Russell.
After looking through the space rings, he couldn't find Jason's favorite machete or hockey mask. Russell handed over the Edman alloy knife and kicked him in the butt regardless of Jason's disgust.
"Sneak in and kill everyone you see, but don't kill them all..."
Russell paused and added: "Leave the leader-level people here and follow them quietly. I want them to lead the way for me."
Jason: (゜一゜)
"You don't know how to tell the difference between a leader and a junior?"
Jason: (゜一゜)
"Fool! The one holding the submachine gun is the younger brother, and the one holding the pistol or cold weapon is the leader!"
Seeing Jason disappear into the night like a fool, Russell shook his head repeatedly. The unsatisfactory guy had been following him for so long and had not made any progress at all.
Russell returned to the car and waited. After a while, rapid and brief gunshots rang out from the cemetery.
The sound of engine starting sounded, and the vampires in the cemetery suffered heavy casualties and began to strategically move. Maybe there are many real human beings inside, but Russell will never pity them.
Those who plunge into darkness will eventually face the light!
Besides, it’s just a handful of people, but a certain website dies tens of billions a day!
