mid-night.


    A manhole cover in a dark alley was pushed open.


    Cole climbed up the iron ladder with a cigarette in his mouth.


    A group of local ruffians gathered under the street lamp not far away saw him. One of them took out a dagger and wanted to blackmail the uninvited guest.


    But when they saw Cole''s blood, they smelled the strong smell of rust in the air.


    "Fark."


    "God..."


    They all looked like ghosts and ran away.


    Abandoned newspapers were flying all over the sky in the night wind.


    Take off your sticky coat, hold it in your hand and stop a taxi with a gun.


    "I mean no harm."


    Throw ten twenty dollar dollars to the driver, tell him the destination, roll down the window, frown and light a cigarette.


    The black driver glanced at Cole. A thin sweat of tension and fear flowed from his temples. He didn''t dare to say superfluous nonsense, so he quickly stepped on the accelerator and left.


    To prevent being tracked.


    Cole got off on the outskirts of the city, two kilometers from the abandoned garage.


    Bypassing the front of the car, holding colt m1900 in his hand, he lay on the driver''s window and said indifferently, "if you don''t want to involve your family, don''t tell others that you''ve seen me. Let''s go."


    The driver swallowed his saliva nervously and nodded.


    Cole got up and signaled that he could leave.


    I took out the cigarette box and wanted to light a cigarette, but it was gone.


    Throw away the cigarette box with a curse.


    Walk slowly towards the blade''s secret base.


    Maybe it''s luck.


    Maybe something else.


    After a man walked alone on the road for about five minutes, a motorcycle flashed its high beam twice and stopped steadily in front of him.


    Maybe because the blade is black and likes to wear pure black leather clothes and sunglasses at night, Cole narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a while before recognizing that it was the blade himself riding on the motorcycle.


    There was no superfluous nonsense. The blade turned around and said indifferently, "come on."


    Cole smiled and shook his head. "I need a box of Marlboro, blade."


    Buy a box of cigarettes at the convenience store window.


    The blade said expressionless, "I''m going to the subway tunnel to collect your body, Cole."


    Cole threw him his bloody coat, lowered his head, lit a cigarette and said, "Kun was killed by me."


    After a moment of silence, the blade said, "Forster will not let you go."


    Turn over and sit on the motorcycle with the engine roaring.


    Cole said indifferently, "yes, I won''t let it go."


    The two returned to the abandoned garage. As soon as they met, Karen gave Cole a tight hug and said with concern, "God, your body is full of blood!"


    The blade stood aside and said indifferently, "there is no one of his own."


    Whistler, standing in the distance with a brandy bottle, whistled and joked, "look, who''s back? I guess you must have beaten the shit out of those bastards."


    Cole threw away his cigarette end and stamped it out with his foot. "I have to take a bath first."


    ...


    The condition of the garage is very poor.


    But things are very complete.


    The so-called bathing room of blade and Whistler is only a small room of four square meters, with a water tank and a self-made shower on the head.


    After taking a bath.


    Karen threw the washed and dried clothes to Cole, CHIGUO''s strong upper body, and said, "that coat should be very expensive, but no laundry owner would like clothes stained with blood."


    The implication.


    Cole''s expensive coat worth two hundred pounds and twelve thousand dollars was barely cleaned by her own automatic drum washing machine with cheap detergent and blade.


    Rest and talk all night.


    Before dawn.


    Whistler sat under the lamp, wiped his lame metal booster, with a cigarette in his mouth, and talked about the life experience of the blade to Karen, the female doctor who had just got up.


    "When I found him, he was 13 years old. He lived in the street and lived on tramps. After entering puberty, he couldn''t resist the desire for blood."


    I thought he was a vampire and almost killed him, but I didn''t know what he was until later.


    Blade''s mother was attacked by a vampire when she was pregnant. Her mother died and he survived. Unfortunately, his gene mutated.


    He can stand garlic, silver and even sunshine, but he also has their ability. At this time tomorrow, the wound will heal, but he will still age like human beings.


    Vampires age more slowly than we do. Unfortunately, he also inherits his bloodthirsty nature. "


    Karen frowned and said, "I think serum has an inhibitory effect."


    "Time is not enough. His body has begun to reject serum. All my efforts to find an antidote have failed for so many years."


    "Why hunt them?"


    So Whistler talked about his past, his wife and a pair of daughters were all killed by vampires, and determined that it had something to do with Forrest.


    Moreover, it is speculated that the great change today must be that the power groups within vampires are fighting, and Forster is the initiator.


    Cole lay on the cushion and could vaguely hear the conversation outside.


    According to the plot of the film, at this time, Deacon frost should be on the beach, and his gang of men are ready to kill the pure blood elder he first loved and the chairman of the Presbyterian Council, Kitano Dragonetti, by watching the sunrise.


    Take great power from the vampire inner group.


    In the morning, before blade goes out to get serum, Karen will use the instrument she "borrowed" from the hospital to introduce blade to a miraculous drug that can quickly kill vampires, the anticoagulant EDTA.


    After that, he will meet deacon frost in Chinatown.


    And that bastard sucking blood will take the opportunity to sneak into the garage, kidnap Karen, cripple and transform Whistler, and let the blade kill him himself.


    The only difference is that the wreckage of Whistler''s number one pony, which is responsible for transforming Whistler, should now float in the subway tunnel.


    Consider the main task.


    Cole is not ready to make any changes. He can save Whistler and Karen instead of killing Forster, which leads to the failure of the task of killing the blood god.


    After making a decision.


    The cold system prompt sound suddenly sounded.


    "Camp incident: second, it has been triggered."


    "Good or evil, you can only choose one."


    "Current camp: orderly and evil."


    "You are a ruthless demon hunter. You pursue interests and your own strength. You can selectively sacrifice the interests of others, regardless of their life and death. Your wicked index has greatly increased, and your soul is falling into darkness. "


    "Additional rewards are being calculated..."


    "Feature award has been obtained."


    "Reward 1: controlling violence with violence; Reward 2: the devil''s lifelong enemy. "


    [fight violence with violence: you don''t believe in procedural justice, despise rules and laws, and firmly believe that only blood and death can make evil and darkness accept the judgment of justice. The next time you accept the stone of sequence, you must obtain the secret of trial sequence.]


    [the devil''s lifelong enemy: ''my God! That man is coming again!'' said one devil. In your eyes, the devil''s whisper is all nonsense. The temptation of power is the whole life. You only believe in your own justice. Your temptation to the dark forces has greatly increased, and the hostility of the devil camp to you has greatly increased.]