The next moment.


    Deacon fulst, the arrogant vampire underground emperor, is like a bloated balloon.


    The pure blood soul absorbed by him howled ferociously under his thin skin.


    Bang!


    The liquid splashed on the ground and the heavy sound of the wall announced his death.


    "You killed the false blood god deacon fulst. According to the blood flame contact time, you are calculating the evolution progress..."


    "Final evolution progress: 77.3%."


    "The special bounty task has been triggered."


    "Assist the American government in cleaning up the Forrest remnant party entrenched in Los Angeles for 40 days, and help the Department of defense train a secret special force, code named night devil."


    "Reward system: blood slaves $500, ordinary vampires $1500, elite vampires $5000, training commission $500000."


    "The bounty is entitled to the event settlement rate plus."


    "The reward will be converted into western pounds."


    Cole stood on Forrest''s body, which had turned into a pool of blood. While taking out his cigarette box, he took out the voodoo doll rewarded by the limited time task from another trouser pocket.


    Thumb size, hard texture, shape like a winged beast.


    A small ring for hanging at the back.


    Simply put, its function is to give the wearer one more life.


    Put it back in your pocket, light your cigarette, put it in your pocket and walk upstairs.


    As in the movie, the blade is locked in the sarcophagus at the top by Forrest to bleed.


    But Cole didn''t worry much that the guy would die from bleeding too much. At best, he was too weak to stand up.


    Take some time to get the blade out of the sarcophagus.


    Later, he also met Vanessa, who was trembling and trying to beg him for mercy as the blade''s biological mother.


    The woman knelt on the ground, put her hands together and begged, "Night Walker, for your sake and the blade are comrades in arms, put..."


    Cole spits his cigarette butt on the ground, pulls out his gun, looks expressionless and ruthlessly pulls the trigger.


    Bang!


    The loud noise of colt m1900 echoed in the Closed Ceremony room.


    Vanessa''s body also turned into a pile of fly ash in the embers.


    Cole frowned and lit the cigarette again.


    Then he picked up the unconscious blade and walked out slowly.


    At the same time, the cold mechanical synthesis sounded in his ear.


    "The main task has been completed."


    "Reward: Colt - just trial."


    "The settlement will begin after you leave blade I world."


    "You can stay in blade I world for up to three months."


    [colt - justice trial: the prototype is colt m1900, specially provided by the demon hunter. The effective range is one kilometer. The firing accuracy is very high and the power is huge. The bullet can add special damage of secret arts. The surface is quenched and freshly baked!]


    After the system prompt sound was played, a black armpit holster suddenly appeared under Cole''s left shoulder. A pistol with the same overall structure as colt m1900 was inserted into the holster.


    At this time, the sun rises in the East, and the cool morning wind strikes my face.


    Put the blade in the car.


    Cole lit a cigarette, squinted at the orange sky in the distance, took a deep breath and pulled out the colt justice in the holster.


    The overall metal texture of the pistol is thick and cold.


    On the chrome plated metal grip, there is a line of dark gold text: justice does not die.


    The gun body is bright in color and has blue purple patterns quenched on the surface.


    Get in the car and blow down the accelerator.


    The black limousine went away in the morning sunshine.


    ...


    Three hours later.


    The blade suddenly woke up. The dazzling white light made him unable to open his eyes. His first reaction was to reach out and take out the pistol loaded on his waist.


    This time.


    The choking smell of smoke floated from the side, and there was a familiar sound.


    "Are you awake?"


    The blade narrowed his eyes, confirmed for a moment and said, "cole? Where is this?"


    "My apartment."


    He wiped the sweat off his face and said in a deep voice, "where''s Forrest?"


    "Dead."


    Cole, with a newspaper in one hand and a cigarette in the other, sat on a chair beside the bed with a cup of cold coffee.


    The blade opened the quilt, sat down by the bed, rubbed his face and said weakly, "how long have I been in a coma?"


    "One day."


    He threw the latest Los Angeles Times to him and said, "look at the above report. The Pentagon invited you and me to train a special force for the Department of defense to deal with blood sucking species. Are you interested?"


    After reading the contents of the newspaper, the blade got up and staggered to the door, saying, "I''m not interested."


    "Don''t you want to say thank you to me before you leave?"


    Bang.


    His only response was the heavily closed apartment door.


    Cole smiled and shook his head.


    It''s strange that hunters who walk in the dark like blade will agree to the invitation of the Pentagon.


    Jingling bell——


    When he answered the phone, Cole said indifferently, "let your people wait for me downstairs."


    ...


    For more than a month.


    Cole hunts blood sucking species on the streets of Los Angeles every night to earn a reward and increase the progress of the final evolution of blood flame.


    During the day, he helped the Pentagon train the night devil special forces at the Los Angeles air force base.


    There are twenty students in the first phase.


    The elite selected from various ace special forces.


    Captain Bain, who had previously fought with Cole on the streets of Los Angeles, was transferred to serve as Cole''s deputy.


    In addition to daily teaching during the day, you have to lead the team into the street practice training in Los Angeles at night.


    Occasionally, they can meet a colleague who is mysterious and likes to wear sunglasses at night.


    Originally, the Pentagon military wanted to give Cole a formal establishment, but he refused.


    ...


    The fifty fourth day.


    The streets of Los Angeles at night are no different from the past.


    Wandering drunkard, extremely female looking for customers, sneaky powder vendor.


    In the dark, damp and dirty alley, blood sucking species who can''t restrain their bloodthirsty impulse hide behind the dustbin and eat the tramps who have died miserably.


    The top of a tall building with bright lights and drunken money.


    A figure was faintly visible standing on the edge of the building.


    In the night wind, the black windbreaker swings gently, and the unburned cigarettes are scarlet, like the only starlight under the night.


    "Please! I really don''t know where he''s hiding!"


    "Joseph''s whereabouts are secret. No one knows where he is hiding!"


    Two unlucky guys tied back-to-back by a rope, like bait hanging on a fish hook, are strung on a steel pipe, exposed outside the building, and experience the cold wind at night.


    Bang!


    After a gunshot.


    One of them turned into ashes in the roaring blood flame.


    The crotch of another blood sucking species was immediately soaked in yellow water and shouted wildly, "butcher! For God''s sake, please, I really don''t know where Joseph is hiding!


    Don''t talk about me, even his confidants don''t know! Please, let me go! "


    "Don''t you know?"


    Bang.


    The gunfire rang out again.


    Hear the mechanical synthesis sound after evolution.


    Cole put his hands into his coat pocket. He wanted to light a cigarette, but he found that the cigarette box was empty.


    Take a deep breath and overlook the beautiful night view of angel city.


    After a silence.


    Maybe it''s time to leave.


    "System, leave the blade warrior I world."


    Thanks for Qingfeng fireworks, sorry to miss you, fat people in Inner Mongolia and sofa cushions ~ Wuhu~