"Thank you...Adam." Bobby thanked Kai a little awkwardly.
Kay poured Bobby a glass of whiskey, smiled and shook his head. "You can call me Kai."
Bobby took the whiskey and opened his mouth. Finally, he said: "Although this is a bit strange for me to say, Adam...ah, no, Kai. There are some things that must be said. John and I have known each other for more than twenty years, and I know everything about him. He has always I miss you so much. He really wants to accompany you, but he can't. He is a witcher, and his appearance is not a good thing for you. I can understand that you don't like, even hate John, and you don't even want to use what he gave you. First and last name, but I still have to tell you that he loves you just as much as he loves Dean and Sam."
After Bobby entered the manor, he learned that the magnificent manor in front of him was actually the property of the illegitimate son of his old friend John. What made him even more unexpected was that Dean and Sam had known each other very early and had been with him ever since. All are connected.
The two brothers never told him about this matter. Dean and Sam's explanation for this was that they were taking revenge for Bobby's concealment from them before. It was obvious that Bobby knew about Adam's existence very early, but he never revealed it to their brothers.
"Bobby...can I call you that?" Kai couldn't laugh or cry after hearing Bobby's persuasion. He is not Adam, and he cannot have any special feelings for John Winchester. So Bobby's words are completely false.
"certainly!"
"The problem between John and I is not that complicated, we are just strangers." Kai said.
Seeing what Bobby was going to say, Kai immediately interrupted: "Reality is reality, Bobby, not those bloody TV series. How can there be so many entanglements between two people who have never met twice. My name is Kay, the name Adam is in the past tense and has nothing to do with John. Really, on the contrary, you just make me embarrassed by bringing this up. If I say I care, I'd be lying to you. If I say I don't care about this person. , and seems to be angry, but the problem is that I really don’t have that many ideas.”
In fact, if it weren't for the trouble of explaining it to these demon hunters, Kaidu would have planned to tell them the truth. It's so embarrassing.
Bobby saw Kai's sincere eyes, saw Kai's natural relationship with Dean and Sam, and found that he seemed to have done more than necessary. After all, what Kai said made sense. John did not get along with Adam too much. Apart from the blood relationship, there seemed to be no entanglement in their relationship.
"Oh... I'm embarrassed." Bobby picked up the wine glass and took a deep sip of whiskey in embarrassment.
Fortunately, his old friend rescued him immediately. The old black man Rufus walked out shirtless, clutching his bandaged abdomen. When he saw the whiskey in Bobby's hand, his eyes lit up, and he immediately walked to the sofa and sat down next to Bobby.
Then he directly picked up the whiskey on the table and poured himself a glass of wine.
"Highland Park 12-year-old single malt whiskey, good wine. This thing is not cheap." Holding the bottle, Rufus's whole body lit up, and his face, which was originally pale due to blood loss, was also full of life.
Plateau Knight came to Scotland and is known for its slow and gentle process. It is kept in oak barrels for at least 12 years to allow the hot alcohol to ferment and mature, ensuring that the original malt flavor is more perfect. Wine tasting expert Michael Coxon once praised the flavor of Highland Knight as "a natural winner among single malt whiskeys" and gave it a very high rating of 90 points in his book.
This wine is not expensive. The key is that it is rare. This brand is a very old distillery. It is located in the Orkney Islands off the northeastern corner of Scotland. It is the northernmost distillery on earth. It has been using traditional techniques since its establishment in 1792. The annual output is only One thing, if you want to buy it, you must have connections.
In order to cover up his embarrassment, Bobby grabbed Rufus' hand and stopped him from drinking.
"You're crazy. Don't forget that just now you had a hole opened in your stomach."
"It's okay, you can drink while the scene is going on. Alcohol is the best anesthetic, don't you know?" After saying that, Bobby ignored him and took a sip of wine.
Dean and Sam also came out at this time. For people like them who walk around all year round and do shady things, they must know emergency medicine knowledge. Rufus's stab wound on his abdomen miraculously avoided all injuries. It's critical, so it only looks serious, but in fact, after the bleeding is stopped, disinfected and sutured, it's nothing serious.
"What's going on with you guys? Didn't you say you just arrived today? Why did it happen like this?" Dean wondered why Rufus was injured.
Rufus is an old black man who doesn’t know his age. He really doesn’t know his age. All he knew was that he was born in Texas. Well, this is one of the most racially discriminatory states in the United States. It is a white state and there are very few blacks there. And the discrimination was even more terrible in the era when Rufus was born.
Rufus has no parents. He was picked up and raised by someone, and the person who picked him up was obviously not a good person. In short, he grew up in a garbage dump, so he didn't know how old he was until he was picked up by a Picked up by a witcher, the witcher used him as bait to hunt a werewolf. At first, the witcher just wanted him as bait to hunt a werewolf. Originally, he was bound to die, and the witcher had no intention that he would survive.
But he actually survived. After that, he started his career as a witcher.
He is older than Bobby because he taught Bobby. He also partnered with Bobby for decades, but eventually fell out. It's not surprising, witcher partnerships don't always last long. There are many reasons, but I can't sum up the rules. I can only blame it on the curse of the demon hunter.
Although they had a falling out, the relationship between the two old men was not broken. They were the kind of friends who usually stayed away from each other for a long time, but if something happened, they would sacrifice their lives for each other.
The noise about the Vampire Royale was too big this time, and many demon hunters noticed it. Because Bobby was old and well-connected, he contacted many demon hunters and came to Chicago, intending to find out what happened. What.
After hearing the news, Rufus also came over.
"We met a vampire on the way here," Bobby explained. "Rufus and I and a few other demon hunters who happened to meet them eliminated them, but we didn't expect that this attracted another group of very powerful vampires, so we escaped separately. Rufus was injured while escaping. injury."
"You mean, a group of powerful vampires came to Chicago?" Kai asked in surprise.
It has been difficult for Kai to find vampires gathering together in the city these days, and there are also a bunch of stragglers. This has resulted in a serious reduction in the efficiency of Kai's recent experience. Also, his clone ability has serious limitations. He cannot leave one in Chicago and wander outside by himself.
The clone now has the same physical strength as the original body, and can also use a few small spells, but cannot use special skills and plundered powers. But it's enough to cope with it. The key is that the clone's existence has a time limit and will disappear after twenty-four hours.
I originally thought that I wouldn't have such a good opportunity to gain experience in a short period of time, but I didn't expect that there are vampires coming to Chicago, which is a bit interesting.
…
While Kay was entertaining guests, countless killings were going on in the flowery Chicago night.
A group of men in black wearing strange uniforms are carrying out a massacre against the active demon hunters in the city. The uniforms of this group are really strange, a bit like diving suits, and they seem to have a bit more technology than diving suits. The demon hunters' bullets hit those uniforms and were unable to penetrate them. In addition to black tight-fitting combat uniforms, they also wore combat vests on their upper bodies, holding various sophisticated firearms. They all carried melee weapons on their backs, and on their heads were also Wearing something a bit like a motorcycle racer's helmet.
The fighting efficiency of this group of people is extremely astonishing. They cooperate with each other tacitly and are ruthless and ruthless. Being targeted by them is equivalent to being targeted by death.
Although most witchers are solitary, there are still some places dedicated to communication, usually witcher bars. This kind of bar is usually located in some nook and cranny, and the business is extremely bleak. These bars are supported by the consumption of demon hunters. By the way, the consumption of these bars is very expensive, but because they can obtain information and replenish weapons and supplies, hunters can Demons still like to gather in the Witcher Bar.
Basically every big city has one or two bars like this.
Chicago is certainly no exception, but today, at least today, the Witcher Bar in Chicago has become history.
This group of men in black massacred all the witchers in the entire witcher bar, leaving only a few alive, including Charlie, the owner of the witcher bar.
The men in black pushed several survivors to the ground and knelt down, then waited quietly.
After almost three minutes, the clear sound of high heels hitting the ground came.
Click click click click.
A woman wearing a tight combat uniform and a black leather windbreaker walked in. That woman is very beautiful. Although she is a bit tough, it looks just right on her face, highlighting her nobility and coolness. What is even more stunning are her eyes, and her blue eyes are even more stunning. She fell in consciously. It was not the kind of charm a woman feels towards a man, but a kind of beauty similar to holiness and purity, which makes people want to get close to her unconsciously. Only the sharp teeth slightly exposed at the corners of her mouth revealed the identity of this woman.
vampire!
The woman walked up to a demon hunter with cat steps and gently raised his chin.
"Tell me, where are Blade and Hannibal?"
The demon hunter was a little dazed before the woman spoke, as if he was stunned by the beauty in front of him. But when she asked for information about Blade and Hannibal, the demon hunter suddenly woke up. The woman in front of him was vampire! And he is a witcher!
"Bah!" The woman responded with a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
People who can become a demon hunter definitely do not do it out of hobbies or lofty ambitions. This job is dangerous, moneyless, lonely, and can even drive people crazy. Only a madman would choose to let himself die in society and remain anonymous from then on. Love, no family ties, no social interaction, to devote yourself to this career.
Anyone who chooses to become a witcher has a tragic past. Happiness is the same, but every misfortune has its own misfortune. However, most of the tragedies of demon hunters are the same, and they are all caused by monsters that feed on humans.
They have an unforgettable hatred for those aliens. Everyone may succumb to these monsters, but the demon hunters will not. Without this determination, there is no way to become a witcher!
Phew!
There was a flash of blood, and a man in black behind the demon hunter chopped off his head with a sword.
There was a flash of fluctuation in the woman's blue eyes, which seemed to be pity.
Then comes the next person. The results are similar. Until the end, only the owner of the Witcher Bar remained.
Charlie is an older demon hunter. Although he is only thirty-three years old, he started his demon hunting journey when his whole family was killed by an evil spirit when he was fifteen years old. When he was thirty years old, his knee was bitten by a werewolf, and he had no choice but to quit the demon hunting industry. He took over the bar from its previous owner. As for why the previous owner changed ownership of the bar... the reason was very simple. Every demon hunter would not die well, and the previous owner was no exception.
Demon hunters who hunt those monsters will eventually die at the hands of those monsters.
"Ahem, how's it going? Girl, do you want to know? Okay, I can tell you." Charlie said with a weird smile while coughing up blood.
"Say!" the woman said coldly.
"As long as you let me fuck you, I'll tell you! Hahaha, isn't it a good deal? Oh, by the way, you are a vampire, do you monsters still have feelings? Do you want your brother's hot big dick to moisten you? Underneath your cold, quick-knotting net? Hahahahaha!"
Charlie is a very gentle man, unlike many witchers, not rude at all. It's hard to imagine this man saying something so vulgar.
The woman's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and she stared at Charlie.
"You want to die?"
This looks like a threat, but is actually a question. She discovered that the man wanted nothing more than to die.
Charlie stopped smiling, being seen through. Falling into the hands of these monsters, Charlie actually felt that having his head chopped off with a knife was the best result, at least that's what they usually did to vampires.
"No, you won't die." The woman grabbed Charlie's neck and lifted him up, then opened her mouth and bit his neck.
Charlie struggled to avoid it, but to no avail. But just when the woman was about to bite his skin. A flash of pleasure flashed in Charlie's eyes.
"Fake Squid, freak!"
At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared and kicked Charlie away!
The woman turned her head and looked at the dark figure. It was an Asian man. He was not wearing a helmet like the others. If Kai were there, he might look familiar, because the first vampire he killed in Chicago looked very similar to the man in front of him.
The Asian vampire made no sound to explain, but took out a needleless syringe from Charlie's sleeve.
He took the thing, smelled it, and said, "It's silver nitrate!"
At this time, black blood continued to flow from the corner of Charlie's mouth. Silver nitrate was not only corrosive, but also highly toxic. About 10 grams could kill someone. And this thing is more toxic to vampires. If you get a little bit of it, you will definitely die.
Charlie planned to die with this woman, but in the end he failed, and he could only enjoy this thing alone.
The woman looked at the needleless syringe, and then at Charlie who was lying on the ground and losing his breath. Finally turned around and left.
