Face the silent trio.


    Kun still used his hand as the topic, laughed, made funny expressions and movements, and said, "do you think I can''t continue to play the piano?


    You can cut it into pieces, you can chop it into small pieces, but Kun Kun will live forever, ha ha!


    I''ll catch them! "


    In the face of the blood slaves surging up, the blade said expressionless, "I count to three, you get down, one, two..."


    Karen wondered, "what?"


    Cole pressed her neck down hard. The female doctor screamed and the three fell to the ground at the same time.


    Kun spread his hand and looked at his subordinates. "What are they doing?"


    The next moment.


    I just heard a quick ''didi'' sound.


    Boom!


    The terrible destructive power of plastic bombs opened a huge gap in the wall five meters away from Cole!


    Under the diffuse smoke and dim light.


    Abraham Whistler, the old American man who limps, likes listening to old-fashioned rock and roll, has a cruel and kind mouth. With an MP5 submachine gun and a headset, he is like a late protagonist, wearing an unbuttoned cowboy gown, standing in a cool posture and saying, "am I late?"


    The submachine gun roars like a sickle of death.


    The blood sucking species who were caught off guard were suddenly turned upside down by Whistler alone.


    Another group rushed in. The gunman hadn''t fired yet. Kun roared while dancing in the barrage of MP5, "no, no, no! Don''t shoot! Forrest wants a living blade!"


    "Go!"


    The blade hacked the elite vampire closest to him, and Cole ran to Whistler quickly.


    After receiving the three, the old man threw a black travel bag containing C4 into it.


    The four turned and ran.


    As she ran, Karen said, "have you been in touch?"


    Whistler teased, "how can a child break through outside without protection?"


    The burst gap connects the maintenance channel of the subway.


    Just got to the door.


    A subway roared past, making a loud noise. The high-speed air flow suffocated the people close to it.


    The blade pulled Karen close to the wall and slowly moved out of the hole to avoid being affected by the C4 shock wave and heat wave.


    Cole and Whistler hid on the other side.


    Ten seconds later.


    The huge explosion and splashed solid fragments, like wheat cutting, instantly devoured all the blood slaves in the channel!


    Whistler''s nagging was not over. Several pieces of gravel bounced against the speeding carriage of the subway. One of them bounced on the shoulder of the old man''s face and beat him down from above.


    The huge momentum made the gravel like a low-speed bullet. The second piece rubbed over Cole''s ear at high speed, rebounded from the wall and hit his head.


    To be exact.


    The next second, Cole was hit in the head and almost lost consciousness.


    Karen''s face changed. "Whistler! Cole!"


    At the moment, the subway had passed by. The blade grabbed her arm, his face was sweating, as if he had collapsed, and shouted, "they can take care of themselves! Jump with me!"


    Cole staggered aside, kneeling on one knee.


    Touch your head with your hand. It''s all blood.


    Yell in your heart, Falk! Damn NIMA''s blood!


    He was beaten by a pile of blood sucking seeds without breaking his skin. He was almost killed by a small stone!


    On the other side of the subway tunnel, Karen was pulled up by the blade and shouted to him, "cole! Jump!"


    He tried to get up by holding his knee, but his dizziness almost made him fall.


    Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Whistler, who had slipped away along the well cover. In the distance, the noise of the next subway was like the roar of a giant beast!


    Kun stood opposite the blade with a large group of blood slave thugs and surviving elite vampires.


    At this moment, the naked eye can already see the coming subway and pose to test forward. He yelled at one of them, "you take someone to kill the pig! Others jump with me!"


    But it''s too late.


    Except Kun jumped alone, all the three blood slaves who jumped with him were hit by the subway!


    The view was blocked by the subway, and Cole couldn''t see the situation on the other side of the blade.


    According to the development of the film plot.


    The blade is bound to hold Karen and jump into the last carriage of the subway.


    However, it was not because he was afraid or deliberately gave up Cole.


    Sweating and weak all over, it shows that he is trying his best to suppress the thirst and bloodthirsty brought by vampire blood.


    If you don''t inject serum as soon as possible and don''t say help, you may pass out on the spot.


    However, the process of injecting serum is very dangerous. He can''t seek his own death under the watchful eyes of a large group of blood slaves.


    Sure enough.


    The local railway passed by.


    Cole burst into a rage, pulled out his machete and helped a blood slave who didn''t know how to live or die, amputated and cremated all below his neck.


    Turning around, the golden haired elite female vampires with only Eastern European descent and more than a dozen blood slaves reluctantly stopped chasing.


    Through the glass behind the subway car.


    He saw Karen, a female doctor who clenched his fist and knocked on the glass with an anxious face, shouting at him madly, and the blade who was weak and almost slipped on the carriage.


    Facing the vampires and blood slaves who came slowly and surrounded him, Cole took out the metal flip lighter and lit a cigarette.


    Like a warrior who leaves behind the temple and is not afraid to face death.


    Take a deep breath, the blue smoke slowly dispersed and smiled at Karen.


    It seems that there is a fierce battle waiting for him.


    And this.


    It was also the last scene seen by the almost desperate female doctor when the subway turned the corner.


    Satisfy smoking addiction.


    Cole pulled out his long knife, looked at the crowded blood slave thugs and ordinary vampires around him, threw away half of his cigarettes and said indifferently, "who will come first?"


    "Bastard Night Walker, kill him for me!"


    The roar of elite vampires is like the horn of riots.


    Yell, yell.


    The five blood slaves closest to Cole, like a male dog in heat, showed their fangs, copied the iron bar used for street fighting, and fiercely rushed at him!


    "Kill him!"


    "Suck up his blood!"


    Pull out colt m1900 and shoot the first blood slave.


    Count the number of bullets silently in your heart: two.


    Hold a knife in your right hand.


    Stop two iron bars waving over, kick over one of them with one foot, and shoot another dead with a gun.


    The third one.


    Although Cole has achieved perfect defense, there are too many blood slaves and ordinary vampires. Where can you see, 20? Thirty?


    And there were scattered blood slaves, who climbed out of the ruins of the passage with a disheartened face.


    The stimulation after the injury made these beasts more bloodthirsty and crazy than usual.


    Cut off the other blood slave''s arm with a knife and raise the gun to shoot again.


    The fourth round.


    At the same time, the system threw in the broadcast evolution progress: 33%.