"You are a natural thug and executioner. Retirement and seclusion, and the tempering of family and years have not made you amiable, but more and more silent and frightening.


    Even if you know that dead wives and children are illusory settings, your hatred and hatred for dark creatures turn into endless anger and burn in your heart.


    Just like the retired killer whose dog was tortured and killed, only the blood and death of the enemy can extinguish the manic anger in his heart. "


    "Kill all the reapers. It''s their turn next."


    "Reward 1: gun fighting; Reward 2: Vampire friends. "


    [gun fighting skill: years of practice and killing are far more powerful than ordinary people, so you have all the foundations for using gun fighting skill.


    Straightforward killing is effective.


    But gorgeous techniques are easier to make your enemies fear.


    Now?


    You can use all guns skillfully.


    After pulling the trigger, your memory of the remaining number of bullets in the magazine has become an instinct.


    You have mastered the special bullet changing skills, and you can change the clip three times faster.


    You have mastered special shooting skills and your hit rate has increased greatly.


    You have mastered special movement skills. It is more difficult for the enemy''s bullets to hit you, and the brilliance in battle is super doubled.


    A blatant demon firm boss: first, let''s take it out! Then, let it take my hard blow! Hard... Hard... From every angle! Poke to the end!]


    [friends of vampires: you always meet some dark creatures by chance, especially witches and vampires.


    As a famous hunter, just hearing your name is enough to make the dark creatures shiver in the corner, or... Have some strange thoughts about you.


    In all senses, you really deserve this title.]


    Whistler, leaning against the shelf, raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "it seems that our vampire friends have to be careful."


    Cole, put the gun away.


    Quickly scan through the large statements given by the system.


    Compared with the strange and ambiguous description of friends of vampires, various techniques of gun fighting appeared in his consciousness very naturally.


    There are some shameful killing actions among them.


    Whistler turned out a box of cigarettes in his coat pocket, looked at the sign and said, "it''s still high-grade goods, rich little bastard."


    He took one and lit it for himself. He was thrown back to Cole by his coat.


    The blade smiled at the embarrassed Reinhart, looked a little excited, turned to Nisa and said, "if you want to catch a hunter, you have to start from the prey.


    The target is where all vampires gather at night.


    Blood bank, safe house, the bigger the better.


    So, what is our first goal? "


    Nisa frowned and looked at Assad.


    Obviously, compared with hunting reapers, blade is more interested in understanding the location of the secret place of vampire assembly, so that he can''t wait.


    However, now that cooperation has been reached... Nisa is silent for a moment and tells the location of tonight''s operation.


    "House of pain."


    Two hours later.


    Like an old van leaving a scrap factory, it is full of advanced Millennium instruments, weapons and ammunition.


    Stop at a poor and chaotic block intersection.


    As the chief technician of the Reaper treatment team, Scud holds a pair of high-tech sleeve swords composed of pneumatic devices and EDTA injection to explain how to use the blade.


    Whistler opened the weapon box and distributed the weapons to the members of the blood bag one by one.


    "The muzzle is filled with silver nitrate and garlic extract capsule bullets. This ultra-high speed gun can shoot a silver cone at a speed of 6000 feet per second. Because you bastard vampires don''t like sunlight, I installed an ultraviolet filter at the muzzle..."


    After distributing the weapons.


    Before leaving, the blood bag members still didn''t forget to ridicule Whistler and blade.


    Reinhardt deliberately ran away from Whistler, bowed his head and walked past the blade, and deliberately said, "you''d better take care of your dog, or I''ll work for you."


    For pure blood species, hybrid species and blood slaves are not the same kind, let alone lowly humans who are only worthy of food.


    The blade suddenly burst.


    Grab Reinhardt, twist his arm, hit him hard, and finally press a inlaid miniature bomb behind his skull.


    "Now, you have a detonator implanted in the back of your brain, silver nitrate. If you try to remove it, it will explode. The detonator is on me."


    Talk.


    Hearing the moving blood bag, everyone turned back one after another.


    The blade pushed away Reinhart, took out the detonator and said, "as long as you look at me wrong..."


    Press the switch.


    A miniature bomb attached to the back of Reinhart''s skull, ticking.


    Then smile at everyone.


    This temporarily pieced together harvester processing team was officially put into operation.


    To deal with the blade.


    Vampires who painted the safe house sign on the wall more than ten years ago are now replaced by fluorescent agents to avoid people''s eyes and ears.


    Whistler held a sniper rifle and placed it on the top of a nearby building.


    In the infrared induction sight, only the body temperature of the blade and Cole shows the red of normal human beings, and all other vampires are cold blue.


    Arrive at the entrance to the safe house.


    Nisa stopped and said to the blade in a serious tone, "you are about to enter our world. You will see something, eat


    But remember why you''re here. "


    Finish.


    Yu Guang glanced at Cole, who was walking in the back with a long knife behind him.


    After getting a positive answer from the blade.


    The guard opened the door of the safe house.


    However, if you want to really enter it, you still need to go through a corridor filled with various surgical instruments, or... Vampire tableware, and reach the real safe house through blood identification.


    After the fully soundproof steel lifting door is opened.


    Compared to the safe house.


    It''s more like a nightclub that only serves vampires.


    Cool color spotlight, flashing dazzling.


    The fast-paced pop music makes people''s blood gush.


    The crowded vampires gathered on the dance floor and twisted their bodies to vent their exuberant energy.


    Seeing this, the blade frowned slightly, "are you kidding?"


    without doubt.


    It is no less than looking for a needle in a haystack to find a carrier infected with the Reaper virus in a huge nightclub with hundreds or even thousands of people.


    Nisa smiled inexplicably.


    Maybe proud.


    Perhaps, the blade''s surprise made her very happy.


    This time.


    Cole, who was always silent, went to Nisa''s side, threw away his cigarette butts and pulled out a long knife with scratches, just like his posture when he violently broke into other safe houses many years ago.


    Looking at Nisa with eyes lacking emotional fluctuation, he said indifferently, "do vampires like disco?"