"Boom~"
The Night Dire was so fierce, like a heavy howitzer shell, it directly smashed the window with a bang and flew into this house.
But a moment later, it jumped out again, roared, and rushed towards a manhole cover on the road.
Du Weiguo could see clearly from his high position, and with a sharp look in his eyes, he knew that the beast Xue Li was repeating his old tricks, and he teleported and escaped into the sewer.
In desperation, he no longer covered up, and flashed directly to the edge of the manhole, kicked away the pure iron manhole cover, and threw a few instant grenades in.
"Boom boom boom~~"
There was a violent explosion, and the dazzling white light lit up at the same time. Du Weiguo also became ruthless and threw 5 silver bead high-explosive grenades and 5 incendiary bombs in one breath regardless of the consequences!
"Ouch~"
The deafening explosion was also mixed with a shrill wail, and Du Weiguo's mind sank again and he fell into a drowsy state.
The next moment, raging white flames soared into the sky, and Du Weiguo was about to wake up. He had no time to make other moves and could only teleport away to temporarily avoid the attack.
In a cramped and cramped space like a sewer, detonating such a large number of high-explosive grenades at the same time, and the worst of all, containing incendiary bombs, would have devastating consequences.
In just an instant, the entire section of the road was roasted by the ultra-high temperature, and a large section collapsed. A pungent stench filled the air, making people sick.
There was such a big movement, the ground shook, and countless people were woken up and turned on their lights. They thought there was an earthquake, so they woke up and ran out in their clothes to check.
In a dark alley about a few dozen meters away from the collapsed section of the road, Du Weiguo stood in a corner with a gloomy expression.
He shook his head vigorously to dispel the heavy sleepiness in his mind, sniffed in disgust, and spat bitterly.
Du Weiguo frowned, scratched the Night Dire squatting at his feet with a fierce look in his eyes, and cursed in a stern tone:
"Night Dire, is your nose stuffed with donkey hair? It was obviously covered in blood after I beat it, so why can't it smell?"
While snoring, Nightmare explained angrily in Du Wei's mind: "The smell is covered, so I can't smell it~"
Places like sewers were already full of stench, but now they were cooked by incendiary bombs. The smell was amplified countless times, so Nightmare couldn't distinguish it.
The duck that had obviously reached his mouth flew away. Du Weiguo was so angry that he was blinded. He was not reasonable at all and scolded Nightmare mindlessly:
"Damn it! You know how to eat every day, but when it's time to work, you have diarrhea! What's the use of you?"
Du Weiguo was unreasonable and fierce. Nightmare was so dejected after being scolded that his eyelids drooped and he did not dare to say a word.
Fortunately, there was a sound of heavy footsteps not far away, and Lancelot followed the sound, carrying his harpoon cannon.
The old handsome guy's eyes were like an eagle. He first glanced at the tragic battle scene, then stared at Du Weiguo with an unusually solemn expression, and asked word by word:
"Wesley, can you teleport?"
This is the difference between Easterners and Westerners. If Uncle Jiu had noticed it, he would have kept his mouth shut and kept this secret in his stomach, and would not have asked anyone about it anyway.
But Lancelot, a ghost guy, obviously didn't have this awareness. Not only did he ask without hesitation, but his expression was full of hostility.
Du Weiguo was furious at this moment. He glanced at him coldly and answered the question:
"Lancelot, the blood beast was injured by me and escaped into the sewer. Check its location quickly. Tonight, we must kill it no matter what!"
Lancelot did not answer Du Weiguo's words, but still stared at him with eyes like knives, and his tone was stern:
"Wesley, I'm asking you, can you teleport?"
His eyes were cold and cold, not like he was joking. There was even a hint of danger in them, and the evil spirit surged, showing that he was serious.
Du Weiguo frowned and narrowed his eyes. A fierce light flashed through his eyes, and he was hesitating. I'm going to wipe you out. Is this old Bideng really mentally ill?
Lancelot can be regarded as a tragic hero. The purpose of their order is to silently protect the order and hunt down the monsters that wreak havoc on the world.
For this noble purpose, he worked hard one after another, and even lost his own son without any regrets. Du Weiguo really admired what he did.
However, admiration is admiration. If Lancelot dares to show his teeth or even fight with him, the consequences are self-evident. He will definitely die without any suspense.
After chasing him in the middle of the night, Du Weiguo now had a rough estimate of Lancelot's skills.
Lancelot is very strong, and is undoubtedly a person with abilities, and he is also a relatively rare person with physical strength.
His physical attributes are far superior to ordinary people, and his abilities are also very comprehensive. Even with his bare hands, Lu Yan is no match for him, and he can fight on a par with Du Weiguo.
Lancelot's weapons are also a bit powerful. They can be used far or near. From a long distance, they can launch shuttles attached with thunder and lightning. They are made of special materials and are extremely tough. In close combat, they can also eject sharp blades, which are equivalent to short-handled war spears.
Of course, these are just appearances, and it cannot be ruled out that Lancelot has other sharp killers, just like the thunderstorm that pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger.
However, no matter what back-up he had to suppress the situation, Du Weiguo didn't care. He was confident that as long as there was a fight between life and death, he would definitely die.
After his skills were upgraded to immortality, Du Weiguo now really has no taboos. Gods can kill gods if they block them, and Buddhas can be killed if they block Buddhas.
Du Weiguo's evil spirit rose up, and his tone became colder:
"Lancelot, we have an idiom in the East called "mubupeiyuan", which means don't pry into other people's secrets, because people will die."
Lancelot did not flinch, and his momentum suddenly rose, tit for tat:
"Wesley, do you know? Teleportation is an ability that only gods can possess. If it is possessed by mortals, it is heresy, will cause disaster, and needs to be eliminated!"
The auras of the two people collided again. In the dark alley, a cold tornado suddenly blew on the ground, like the wind of the Nine Netherworld, biting and chilling.
Du Weiguo sneered disdainfully: "Ah, heresy, so, Lancelot, is this also one of the purposes of your Order?"
Lancelot responded tit-for-tat: "That's right."
Du Weiguo's eyes flashed with ferocity: "So, you have also eliminated other humans with teleportation abilities before?"
Lancelot's hand was subconsciously placed on the harpoon crossbow, and his tone was cold: "Yes."
Two small Tang knives, black and white, slipped silently into Du Weiguo's hand: "Lancelot, are you confident that you are my opponent?"
Lancelot's tone was decisive: "I will never regret it even if I die."
Du Weiguo suddenly understood why this order had been completely wiped out, with only Lancelot left alone.
This dog-like organization leader is really too stubborn. Just like the guy with a flat head, he will do whatever he doesn't accept and forcefully kill himself.
You say you're just going to hunt monsters, it makes sense both emotionally and logically, but you still want to provoke someone with the ability to teleport.
Lighting a lantern in a latrine is simply seeking death!
Anyone with superpowers who can teleport is basically considered to be the pinnacle of power users. How can an ordinary person be killed so easily?
Order will challenge impossible tasks, such as killing one thousand enemies and losing eight thousand to oneself. Sooner or later, this kind of business will lose its capital and close down.
Du Weiguo was delighted. The Tang knife flashed away and he put it away quietly. The cold evil aura also put away his voice. He said in a joking tone:
"Oh, we don't know right from wrong, we don't distinguish between friends and foes, Lancelot, just for a pedantic doctrine, you would rather fight with me and both sides will suffer.
And then let the real murderous blood beast escape, so that no one can control it and continue to wreak havoc on the world? What the hell is this bullshit purpose? "
Du Weiguo had never lost in a quarrel. The clumsy-tongued Lancelot was suffocated by his sarcastic expression, and his momentum was released involuntarily.
However, he still held his neck and said stubbornly:
"So, Wesley, are you admitting that you can really teleport?"
Although Lancelot's tone was still cold, his eyes were obviously shaken, and he didn't even dare to look at Du Weiguo.
The members of the Order were declining day by day. Since even his own son died, Lancelot became a complete loner.
Lancelot was a little despairing, his heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but began to question the doctrine and purpose of the Order.
The only thing that can support him now is the belief in revenge. The hatred is as deep as the sea. If the blood is not crushed to the bones and ashes are scattered, even if he dies, he will not be able to close his eyes.
However, several generations of members of their order, together with other partners, have been fighting against the blood beasts for decades and hundreds of years, with many casualties and injuries, and they gradually withered away. In the end, even their own sons died, and they were helpless.
In fact, Lancelot had already concluded in his mind that he was no match for the Blood Wolf in a single fight.
Du Weiguo, who also has the ability to teleport and is extremely skilled in the world, is the only candidate who can possibly get rid of it.
Du Weiguo was a well-educated person and could see Lancelot's entanglement at a glance, and he didn't want to have any more trouble with the poor old man.
He lit a cigarette without thinking about himself, blew a puff of smoke directly into his handsome face, and uttered wild words:
"It's none of your business. Okay, hurry up and search for traces of the blood beast. Otherwise, I will completely eradicate your order tonight."
Lancelot's face was dark, and he thought to himself: "If it weren't for the fact that I can't beat you~~"
After a while, Du Weiguo's forehead had veins popping out, his eyes were cracked, he grabbed Lancelot's collar and roared:
"Lancelot, what the hell are you talking about? What do you mean the compass has lost its sensitivity? Didn't you say that this crap can last for 12 hours?"
Lancelot frowned tightly and his face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water. He pushed Du Weiguo away and was extremely angry:
"Fuck! You stupid pig, are you blind? This thing is so bright that it's about to explode. Can't you see? It's all your own fault for making the dirty blood of blood rats everywhere!"
Previously, Du Weiguo and Xue Li had a battle in mid-air with lightning and stone fire. Xue Li had to forcefully eat 13 pure silver bullets from Du Weiguo.
Although it reacted promptly enough to protect its vital parts with its fleshy wings, it was still torn apart by the bullets, and dark green blood splashed everywhere.
Lancelot's homemade compass relied on the blood of blood beasts to sense its body. Now it was confused by the blood splashed out, and the pointer turned like a windmill, and it had malfunctioned.
Du Weiguo was furious and cursed again and again:
"I'm so paralyzed! What the hell are you talking about? Now that we've already met each other, why don't I take action? Do I still have to sit down and drink and chat with it?"
Lancelot was furious, grabbed Du Weiguo's neck with his backhand, and shouted like a bell, louder than his voice:
"Fuck! Wesley, you still have the nerve to say, you bastard, stupid pig, why did you act without authorization at that time? Why didn't you wait for me to surround it together!"
Du Weiguo's eyes turned red. He also grabbed Lancelot's collar and almost slapped his nose and sprayed:
"Damn it! Lancelot, are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease? It's flying in the sky, without any obstruction, and can change directions at will.
We are running on the ground, how can we catch up in an urban environment? Wait for you? You are so slow like a bastard, are you waiting to collect the body? "
Du Weiguo was now spouting words in English and Chinese. Although Lancelot couldn't understand, he could guess that it was definitely not a good thing.
He was speechless by the rebuke, and he suddenly broke away from Du Weiguo's hand, raised the harpoon crossbow, and became angry with embarrassment:
"I will destroy this heretic like you!"
Du Weiguo also made a real fuss, holding the black and white Tang Dao in his hands at the same time, gritting his teeth:
"Old Biden, okay, you really want to die, right? I will help you now!"
"Squeak~~"
At this moment, the sound of braking suddenly sounded. Uncle Reina and the others finally arrived. When they saw this scene, they rushed over and pulled the two people away with all their hands.
After understanding the general ins and outs of the matter, Reina's face became full of gloom, and her tone was low:
"Wesley, is there a possibility that this beast of blood has been burned to death by you below?"
Du Weiguo shook his head firmly:
"No way, this beast can hypnotize. After the grenade exploded, it fought back. I almost got hit and was burned alive by a white phosphorus bomb!"
Du Weiguo is sure that the Blood Wolf is not dead. Apart from the hypnotic counterattack, the system has not received any free skill points. It is so powerful that it should be worth more than 2 skill points.
"Hypnosis?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu frowned: "This beast can also hypnotize?"
Du Weiguo had regained his composure at this moment, shook his head, and explained roughly:
"Well, it's not hypnosis in the traditional sense, nor is it mind control, but a strange ability that can make people fall asleep quickly."
When Lancelot introduced the ability of the blood beast before, he only briefly touched on this sleeping ability. Uncle Jiu did not understand English, and Pengzi who helped him translate was also stumbling, so he missed this party.
After hearing Du Weiguo's explanation, Uncle Jiu nodded:
"In this way, the ignorance of the family members at the previous murder scenes can be explained."
Du Weiguo smiled bitterly and said in a helpless tone: "Uncle Ninth, now that the real murderer has been revealed, are you still in the mood to supplement the evidence chain?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu sighed, his expression gloomy, a deep sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously, and he felt a little depressed.
The blood beast is cunning, its combat power is so high, and its abilities are so weird, they are far beyond his reach.
During the pursuit just now, Uncle Jiu didn't even see the shadow of the blood beast in the whole process, and he was always left far behind.
Even so, Uncle Jiu was still so exhausted that he nearly crashed his car and died several times.
Uncle Jiu is a sensible person. Judging from this situation, even if the blood beast stands in front of him, he is probably powerless and can only give away his life in vain.
Uncle Jiu’s tone was melancholy and gloomy:
"Yes, this case is indeed beyond my ability. It's up to you to decide what to do next. I'll just take the lead."
Du Weiguo naturally knew where Uncle Jiu was concerned, but he was so anxious now that he was in no mood to comfort him.
At this moment, the firetruck from the fire department had arrived, and the high-pressure water cannon sprayed wildly. Not only did it extinguish the fire, it also washed away the splattered blood.
Du Weiguo walked next to Lancelot, who had a dark face, blowing his beard and staring eyes, and said in a muffled voice:
"Old man, the blood of the blood beast has been washed away. Quickly take a look at your broken compass to see if there is any reaction."
Lancelot gave him a vicious look, his nose was not a nose, his face was not his face, and he scolded him angrily:
"Ignorant idiot, the blood of the blood beast is extremely permeable, and its breath can remain for more than ten years. It cannot be washed away with water at all."
While talking, Lancelot also took out his compass. Sure enough, the pointer was bright and spinning very fast, with no fixed direction at all.
Du Weiguo suppressed his anger:
"Lancelot, is it because we are too close to its blood now? Why don't we try to go further away?"
Lancelot put away his compass and looked at the ruined neighborhood. He smacked his lips helplessly and sighed, with a somewhat emotional tone:
"Wesley, I admit, you are really powerful. I have fought with the blood beast for so many years, and I have never seen it shed so much blood.
But, it's useless, its blood and aura are much stronger than the main body. Even if it is far away, the compass will point here. "
Du Weiguo was completely irritable, his eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and asked:
"This won't work, that won't work, so what the hell should we do now? According to you, even if it sucks blood unscrupulously and harms people, we can't lock it down?"
Lancelot ignored Du Weiguo's anger, slowly took out his cigar, lit it, and said in a faint tone:
"That's not the case. Although its dirty blood is troublesome, it can still be cleaned. It is seriously injured now and will definitely need to drink blood to recover from the injury soon. When the time comes~"
Lancelot exhaled the smoke forcefully, his eyes flashing sharply, but Du Weiguo was furious:
"Damn it, since there is a way to clean it up, why didn't you tell me earlier? Why are you still pretending to be here? What if it jumps out and harms people again now?"
While talking, Du Weiguo reached out to pinch Lancelot's collar again, but he raised his hand to block it and cursed angrily:
"Are you really mentally ill? Or are you blind again? Can't you see that it's already dawn?"
Du Weiguo was eager for revenge, but he had indeed lost an inch. At this moment, the eastern sky had already revealed a piece of fish belly white, and the sun had already risen. (End of chapter)
