Seeing that the three adults had lost two on Wednesday, he immediately became anxious. If he had wanted to give it a try before, now the three adults had lost two, and he was still struggling! Loyalty to the clan leads Wednesday to do what is in the best interest of the clan.
"Sir! Go quickly! Go quickly!"
The last man in black robe saw the two companions he had been with day and night dying, and he was furious. But in the end, the rationality of survival made him calm down. Four against two, and two were killed in reverse. What will happen now when two versus two are killed? Needless to say?
It's important to escape!
The man in black robe did a backflip, widened the distance between him and the blade, and then dodged and fled towards the door!
Of course, Blade couldn't let him go and wanted to chase him immediately. But at this time Wednesday, he found an automatic rifle from the ground and shot Blade continuously. Blade rushed towards Wednesday with several rounds of bullets, but Wednesday shot with his other hand. Turning over, a pistol appeared in his hand and fired three shots at Blade's knee!
The blade was hit all of a sudden, and he could only kneel down on one knee, watching the old ghost rush out the door!
While Wednesday held the blade, he did not forget to shoot Hannibal. Then he threw away the automatic that emptied the magazine, and pulled out the second one from his waist. With a continuous popping sound, he pressed towards Hannibal and the blade.
For a moment, Hannibal and Blade were actually suppressed.
When Hannibal counterattacked, he decisively jumped behind the counter next to him, crouched and moved forward quickly while removing the empty magazine and replacing it with a new one. What he has to do now is to delay time for that adult!
So we must stop them both!
But at this time.
Suddenly there was a scream outside the gate!
"No! Don't come here! Don't come here!"
Then I saw the man in black robe who had finally escaped running in again!
Wednesday was stunned.
"Sir! You..."
"There's a monster!!! There's a monster! Run!!!" The man in black robe didn't care about Wednesday at all, but ran towards Hannibal and the others. It looked like he was going to die.
But the blade didn't move, and neither did Hannibal.
Blade frowned and looked at Hannibal: "No wonder you are so embarrassed...it turns out your dog is elsewhere."
By this time Wednesday had forgotten to shoot, and Hannibal didn't need to be so alert. He wiped his sweat and stood up.
"There's nothing we can do. There are too many scum in this building. It's more efficient to act separately."
Dao Feng frowned. He never cared much about human affairs, except for the Hagui clan. So I still feel a bit... I can't say I can't accept Hannibal's massacre, but it still feels too cruel.
Hannibal didn't explain. Hannibal's character is not that of a nice guy.
In just two words, all the lights outside the gate were extinguished, and waves of darkness poured in from outside the gate. Then countless eyes opened in the darkness and stared at the fleeing man in black robe. The man in black robe was about to approach Hannibal and the others. While he was there, a big mouth suddenly stretched out from the ceiling and bit him!
Seeing this scene on Wednesday, he immediately raised his hand and shot at the monster, hoping to save the man in black robe.
But this move not only failed to save the man in black robe, but instead attracted the attention of another monster in the darkness.
In fact, Blade knew that the outcome was destined after the hounds appeared, so he didn't feel anything strange. On the contrary, Wednesday's actions surprised Blade again.
The sacrifice of one's life before had already surprised Dao Feng. Unexpectedly, he still didn't give up now... When did the vampires also have such a realization?
Blade has killed so many vampires. It's not that he has never seen vampires who are loyal and emotional, but he has never seen such a dedicated one...
Do you need to be so loyal?
At the same time, this also made Blade even more wary of this group of vampires known as the 'Ancient Blooders'.
Blade is not afraid of vampires. After all, even if those guys get together, they are only superficially united. In fact, they are selfish. Everyone only cares about themselves. Seeing that there are many people, they are actually a mess. No matter how many of these vampires there are, Blade is not afraid.
But this Wednesday in front of him made Blade see a terrifying reality, that is, among the vampires, there is a highly organized and disciplined clan!
He's not afraid of vampires being strong, he's afraid of vampires being united!
In the darkness, a monster that looked like a snake, a dog, or a crocodile with eyes all over its body came out and stopped in front of Wednesday.
That terrifying, indescribable shape brought a strong impact to Wednesday. At that moment, Wednesday's thoughts began to become confused, as if his thinking was disturbed by something. He wanted to calm down, but the ever-present feeling The turmoil kept disturbing me.
"No! No! Monster! Monster!!!"
During the previous period, the hound had finally eaten enough souls and finally began to evolve. Their next stage is called Msisha, also known as the Lord of Tindalos, a more powerful and rarer form of fiend.
According to legend, Msisha is a being composed of a multi-faceted body, angular limbs, prismatic objects, and other bizarre structures. From many angles, he looked like a huge wolf-like creature, his body shrouded in billowing purple-black smoke. His body was covered in blood, his eyes were hot, and his lower jaw was protruding, but the outlines were constantly changing, as if all the evil in the universe were reshaping them all the time.
In fact, they are not solid flesh and blood. Sometimes their shapes are human-like, sometimes like snakes, and sometimes more like wolves.
However, this process does not happen overnight. It takes time to slowly complete the transformation. But they already have some of the abilities of Lord Tindaros. For example, looking directly into their eyes will cause people to fall into extreme fear and confusion, and eventually go crazy and die.
As for their other abilities, further observation is needed. Kai is also the first to raise such monsters and has no experience.
Blade looked at Wednesday incomprehensibly, what's going on?
"Hannibal, wait! Don't kill him yet, I need to get some information from him."
Hannibal nodded, and then Wednesday was caught by the hound and thrown in front of the blade.
Blade glanced at the hounds and felt that these two monsters were even scarier than the last time they saw them. It made him feel uncomfortable. So Dao Feng quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at Wednesday, whose eyes became a little dull.
…
Blade found a room to interrogate Wednesday. Hannibal didn't worry about this. He sent the hounds to continue hunting. The hounds in the evolutionary stage were in urgent need of nutrition, and the killer in this building happened to be the rare food. Hannibal Let them hunt on their own. The most you can do is to let them not make the place dirty. Today's hounds are more concerned about nutritional supplements and don't care much about things like taste, so there is no need to torture those 'rations', so Not that Hannibal needed to watch it himself.
After the hounds left, Hannibal found a relatively complete chair from the ground and sat down.
About half an hour later, Blood Mint came from outside the door. She had several deep wounds on her body. A wound even had to open up the entire abdomen, but the woman just wrapped it with a curtain rag she found from somewhere, and limped in.
She was also holding a black man covered in blood.
That's Cornell.
Seeing Hannibal, Bloodmint seemed to want to smile at him, but before she could make any extra moves, the wound on her waist was pulled, and she gritted her teeth in pain. It was also thanks to Hannibal using the dragon bone to strengthen her, otherwise, she probably wouldn't have been able to get here.
Hannibal frowned and helped her sit down.
"Why are you taking this guy with you? You can handle him yourself."
Blood Mint smiled weakly, but she actually didn't know. Maybe it's because you want to feel safe? It's hard for her to understand why she trusts this guy who wants her soul so much.
Fortunately, Hannibal didn't go into details. He promised to help Bloodmint get revenge. As for what Bloodmint would do specifically, that was her business.
"Can you wake him up? As soon as I saw him, I started fighting. The fight was so fierce that I couldn't even say a word." Xue Mint asked. After she and Cornell met in the presidential suite of the Continental Hotel, the two started having sex without saying a word. As a result... as you can see, both sides basically lost.
Hannibal curled his lips while healing the blood mint: "Is this necessary? Wouldn't it be easier to kill him with a knife?"
"My life...but it became like this because of him. There must be an explanation." Blood Mint said in a very depressed mood.
"Well, it's really troublesome." She said so, but Hannibal still helped her wake up Connell.
Because he was still in a weak stage, he couldn't use spells or anything like that, so he simply found an unopened bottle of champagne from the ground and poured it on Cornell's head along with the ice cubes in the champagne bucket.
Connell suddenly sobered up. Seeing the surrounding environment, Cornell didn't yell like those good-for-nothing gangsters. Instead, he was very calm. After all, people like him would be prepared to be killed one day when they go out to hang out.
But this kind of calmness deeply hurt Xuemint. If she could, she would rather see Connell yelling, crying and begging for mercy. Although there was no substantial comfort, it was still much better than now!
Blood Mint managed to stand up. Although her body was hurting everywhere, the hatred in her heart made her stand up slowly without fear of pain.
"Do you regret it?" She had a lot to say, but when it came to her mouth, she lost it again, and finally asked this sentence.
Cornell's lips moved, his body shook a few times, and then he suddenly laughed: "Why should I regret it? It was your man who wanted to steal my money. What's wrong with me killing a despicable thief?"
Bloodmint: "No, my husband has already rejected Mickey, and he has no intention of getting involved in that matter. You know that. Just to demonstrate, you sent people to kill our whole family, right?"
Cornell's eyes were stern: "That's nice to say. Do I have to wait until he steals my money before I take action? I'm a gangster! I'm not a judge."
Blood Mint was speechless. Indeed, how could such a scumbag repent? Even if you really repent, it's just an act. Blood Mint suddenly laughed: "Yes. None of us are judges!"
"The only thing I regret now is why I didn't kill you before." Cornell looked at Blood Mint, his eyes full of resentment and regret. Of course, it's not because he regrets his crime, but because he was worried about public opinion and didn't let people go to the hospital to eradicate the roots. If he had known that things would eventually turn out like this, he should have been more decisive at the beginning. Anyway, it would take a lot of money to bribe one or two unscrupulous doctors. It doesn't cost much, just give her an injection and you can kill her silently.
Blood Mint shook his head, not planning to say anything else.
Next, Blood Mint pulled out his dagger and began his final revenge.
…
Blood Mint has improved compared to last time, perhaps because Cornell is her enemy. She killed Cornell very slowly this time, a full half an hour later, and Cornell's screams were slow. As it descended slowly, Cornell didn't think of resisting. He tried to use voodoo to curse the blood mint, but the blood mint didn't give him a chance. Every time he tried to do something, the blade would cut slowly and roughly. His body.
Not to mention casting spells, Cornell couldn't stay awake for even a moment.
In the end, Connell couldn't hold it any longer, and the blood mint gave him a pleasant surprise. Before dying, Bloodmint chopped off Cornell's hands. In her words, Cornell's hands were stained with the blood of innocent people.
The moment Cornell died, Blood Mint seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and went limp. At the same time, his breathing became basic, and his whole person began to feel trance-like. Maybe it was because she finally let go of the heavy burden in her heart that she couldn't get used to it for a while, or maybe she was so excited that her body couldn't keep up.
He helped the panting Blood Mint back to the chair and motioned her to rest for a while. As for Cornell's body, naturally a hound was responsible for cleaning it, and it was still a piece of meat after all.
When the blood mint finally calmed down, Hannibal asked: "How is it? Are you okay?"
Bloodmint was silent for a moment, then said: "If you can, can you take me to the cemetery? Cypress Hill Cemetery, the one in Glendale, Queens."
"as you wish."
Hannibal said hello to Blade who was working, agreed on where to meet, and left with the blood mint.
…
New York is a city that will never let you down. Even at three o'clock in the morning, there is still no calm. You can hear sirens ringing everywhere in Queens from time to time.
Hannibal helped the faltering woman into the cemetery and found a place among a pile of tombstones. On the tombstone is the surname "North" in large letters, and below are the names Chris and Kelly, who are Bloodmint's family members.
He let go of his hand and let Xue Mint walk to the tomb and slowly sit down.
Her head slowly rested on the tombstone, and an uncontrollable low cry came from her throat.
"I miss you so much, I really miss you so much..."
Her trembling hands rubbed the two names on the tombstone, and she burst into tears.
Many times, she wondered if it would have been better if she had died along with him. Xuemint was also hit in the head by a stray bullet, but luckily it only missed him and did not die on the spot like her husband and daughter. I really don’t know if that’s luck or misfortune.
Those who survived endured everything and were immersed in heart-wrenching thoughts and anger with nowhere to vent every day.
Now that the great revenge has been avenged, Xue Mint is not relieved at all. Instead, he is even more painful and even wants to die.
Xue Mint cried for more than ten minutes, and finally passed out again after becoming hoarse from exhaustion. Hannibal helped her up again and sent her to a secret safe house, and Hannibal didn't dare to leave, for fear that the woman would do something stupid as soon as she woke up.
No matter how difficult life is, you have to survive with difficulty.
