Click!
The sound of pulling the pump is clear and sweet.
Winchester, a famous gun of the century.
In the foggy London of 1888, Lu Li had seen someone using it, and the Winchester M12 shotgun in his hand had forged the glory of the pump-type firearm, nicknamed the trench sweeper.
boom! boom!
The piercing sound of gunfire makes onlookers feel as if they are in Mexico, a country where crime is rampant. You must know that this is New York!
At the same time, some brave drivers got up and unconsciously looked up to see the results——
This time, Gus didn't have the same luck as before. All the rear tires exploded and the iron sheet on the door was riddled with holes, making people wonder whether the goods inside were still intact.
In fact, the Blood Ancestor has awakened from its slumber, and it lies silently in the loam, because it cannot leave its nurturing soil for too long or too far before crossing the river.
"It's over. One shot to achieve the finale? It's so simple that it's unbelievable."
After saying that, Lu Li walked out of the police car with a shotgun in hand.
Due to inertia, the white Nissan car that lost two tires rushed into the green belt. After being dragged for dozens of meters, it hit a cement pile and spun in circles on the road.
A voice continued from the phone: "Repeat the three rules."
Gus's furious voice sounded——
"White guy, bitch!"
"First, get lost."
"Second, suck me*!"
"Third, send someone to rescue me quickly!"
Facing a policeman armed with a shotgun, he has no power to fight back unless Satan appears.
Thinking of this, Gus grabbed the seat to steady himself, then, keeping his body low, he loaded the pistol while looking at the coffin placed in the back row.
"Brother, what are you? You can make those stupid cops so crazy."
Gus complained like a rap.
As soon as he finished speaking, the coffin began to shake violently.
The Blood Ancestor instinctively felt the danger. The human being walking towards here was too dangerous, more dangerous than the demon hunter who had been chasing him for more than ten centuries.
"Remember to send the master across the river before dawn."
After Gus' mysterious employer finished speaking, Lu Li's cell phone rang at the same moment, and the caller ID read "Chief Ross"
Unfortunately, Lu Li didn't answer the call. It might not be a good thing to call him at this time.
At the headquarters of Shixin Group, not too far from 59th Street, an old man was sitting in a wheelchair, silently watching the live broadcast from the road surveillance. He was nearly 90 years old and was about to die.
For people of this age, modern medicine has little effect. After all, the old body cannot bear even a heart transplant surgery, let alone other surgeries.
Now, Palmer can only stay in a room with a temperature 20 degrees below normal temperature, lingering for breath.
"I've learned all my life what it's like to cross the line."
"We've crossed the line again this time, haven't we?"
Next to Palmer, a man in a suit put his cell phone back into his pocket and remained silent.
"I still can't get used to you not breathing."
"Yeah, I miss the feeling of breathing sometimes."
While the two were talking, a man wearing a monkey mask walked out of the elevator. He had black hair, a Japanese short sword on his shoulder, and a handbag in each hand. He said in fluent English: "You'd better find a way to get rid of this guy named Lu Li." People, use whatever means necessary.”
"Mr. Zhou, don't you have confidence in your men?" Palmer pressed the button, the wheelchair rose, and he stared at this man with a more mysterious origin.
He has no interest in money or women. Judging from Mr. Zhou's performance yesterday when he climbed to the top of the building with bare hands, he is undoubtedly a monster. He has no physical problems and does not need to desire health or longevity.
"They? They can only stop it temporarily."
The monkey-faced man shook his head, opened the first handbag, and took out a stack of sketches: "Find me two people. They are in New York. The first person's name is Wei Feng. He may be a policeman or a security guard. Find a way. Put him out of a job.”
"The other one is called Pan Ming. His identity is uncertain. If your people meet him, you'd better be polite."
The man in the suit, who had always been expressionless, finally showed an expression. He smiled and said with a strong German accent: "Is this Mr. Pan your friend?"
"Krat, you better shut up."
"Of course, if you want to die, I'll be more than happy to oblige."
The solemn tone made Mr. Palmer frown. He didn't know how the loyal servant of the Blood Ancestor, who had always kept a low profile, had offended this person.
"Mr. Zhou, this should be the first time we meet."
The smile on Aihorst's face did not diminish, he stared at the person who provoked him, and continued: "Besides, I am no longer a human being, so how can I talk about my nationality?"
Under his eyelids, there appeared a layer of film that was definitely not human, and quickly closed from the left and right sides to the middle. They just kept sliding on the surface of the eyeball, which was disgusting.
Mr. Palmer shuddered at this, but when he thought of the benefits of turning into such a creature, a fire ignited in his heart.
From beginning to end, none of the three looked at the screen.
Because, in order to ensure that the Blood Ancestor could cross the river smoothly, they deliberately set up a back-up at the Queensboro Bridge.
5:20 a.m., 59th Street.
At this moment, Gus had a deeper understanding of his employer——
Local gang members gathered here, driving a large number of cars in reverse direction from the other end of the bridge, aiming to intercept the opponent's way; the snipers guarding the area fired cold shots, forcing the damn policeman to find a bunker.
At the same time, passers-by who parked their cars on both sides of the road kept making emergency calls, but they did not get any response, and none of the traffic police and district police who were supposed to be stationed nearby could be seen. The entire area seemed to be coming from nowhere. New York has disappeared from the map.
"Finally something interesting."
Hiding sideways behind the cement pier, Lu Li was not nervous, but breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, all the little mice hiding in the dark were exposed. Trucks blocked the road and snipers were involved. It seemed that the other party had only this ability.
At first, he thought that heavy firearms such as rocket launchers would appear. However, considering that the order has not yet collapsed, the chaebol did not dare to take things too far. The current situation is probably what the masterminds behind the scenes can do. It's the limit.
"Help carry this cabinet to the car."
Gus didn't dare to get close to the coffin, so he simply ordered a few unsuspecting gang members to help carry it.
Suddenly, one of them screamed miserably, let go of the coffin, and waved his bloody arm. A bullet accurately penetrated the guy's ulna.
Obviously, Lu Li pulled out the Beretta pistol in the holster when the distance was widened.
"Since someone is covering up, I'll let it go a little bit."
