"Main task 5 has been completed."


    "Awards have been issued."


    [infinite fire engine oil · criminal judgment · lighter: a metal flip lighter that can automatically generate fire engine oil.


    If there are supernatural forces around, the flame and appearance will change accordingly.


    Minimalism, silver plated shell, etched sword of judgment, hanging high above the sinner''s head, necessary for a fierce man.]


    "All tasks of blade Warrior II movie universe have been completed. You can stay here for up to 30 days. Choose to leave and settle."


    After the system prompt tone ends.


    Cole felt in his pocket and a new lighter came out.


    Raise your feet over the burning debris.


    Go to the bar, pour half a glass of whisky and hold the glass in your hand.


    This time.


    But I saw a young bartender in waiter''s clothes hiding behind the bar. When he came into contact with Cole''s eyes, he quickly raised his hand, sweated and begged for mercy, "don''t... Don''t kill me! I''m a bartender!"


    Cole beckoned him to stand.


    Pinch the young man''s mouth with his left hand, check his mouth with the help of the dim light in the nightclub, then press him down, take a look at his stamina, release his hand, pick up the wine glass and drink it up.


    Under the frightened gaze of the youth.


    He took a cigarette out of his mouth, bowed his head, frowned and said, "do you know why this store provides service?"


    Hear the crisp sound of the lighter.


    The young man''s eyelids jumped and hurriedly replied, "I was a college student who applied for a part-time job here the day before yesterday. The nightclub owner promised me that he would pay me $80 an hour to help me finish my studies..."


    I haven''t finished yet.


    Cole took a deep breath, took an old ten dollar bill from his inner pocket, put it on the table, dropped a word, and turned away.


    "There''s no pie in the sky, young man."


    The bartender stood stunned, picked up the tip on the table and shouted, "who are you?"


    Unfortunately, there was no response.


    After walking out of the nightclub.


    The Manhattan police department has cordoned off all around.


    Cole took out the documents prepared for him by the Night Walker organization and showed them to the detective in charge, a bald man over 100 and a half years old.


    Holding the certificate in his hand and confirming it in Cole''s face for a long time, the detective said in a deep voice, "James Downey... Is it really you?"


    Cole said coldly, "you can call to confirm."


    Hearing the speech, the detective took a deep breath, looked over Cole into the nightclub and said, "you know, twenty years ago, I was a traffic assistant in La..."


    He took back his eyes, turned and looked directly into Cole''s eyes, smiled inexplicably, returned the certificate, shook his head slightly and joked, "are you sure you''ve cleaned those things?"


    "It''s time to work, detective."


    "Wow, so... Goodbye."


    Hold out your right hand to Cole.


    After shaking hands.


    Seeing the man who was still fresh in his memory, he set up a cordon, disappeared into the street at night, frowned, turned and began to shout, and arranged his men to deal with the scene.


    Walk to an inaccessible alley.


    "System, get out of here."


    Mechanical synthetic sound.


    "Clearing..."


    "Although the most powerful vampire hunter, the fireknife butcher who makes the vampire world tremble, will once again become a legend handed down between people and vampires.


    But your arrival has had an unchangeable impact on the ecosystem of the world.


    If the Los Angeles incident is just a warning.


    Well, the events in the Romanian capital and Manhattan profoundly let vampires understand one thing: hunting humans can be, on the premise that you''d better be prepared to face the blade and the butcher. "


    "Because of your return, Nightwalker formed an alliance with blade and began to prepare for a large-scale hunting operation against the vampire world..."


    "Under your influence, Alaric Chivu, a former SWAT member, will become the third legendary hunter in the blade film world.


    After you disappear mysteriously again, he will inherit your tradition and become a second-generation butcher. He will turn the helplessness and despair he experienced in Bucharest that day into towering hatred and anger, and pour them all into the vampire world. "


    "Final reward rating: perfect."


    "Received: 69000 West pounds."


    "Re integrate decentralized materials..."


    "You have left blade Warrior II."


    The darkness that enveloped the vision faded.


    Cole looked down at the time, and there was no deviation from when he entered.


    No accident.


    At this time, Miss Shane should convey his orders to the heads of various departments in the newly established office of the special department.


    Pick up the information on the table, go to the window and look out.


    A curfew is now imposed throughout the Empire.


    In addition, the blood tide and plague are rampant, and no citizens can be seen in the streets except patrol members passing by.


    At ten pm.


    Cole was taking a nap with his face covered with newspaper and his feet on the table.


    Hearing the sound of opening the door, he said coldly, "is there any new news from lairag?"


    however.


    It was not miss Shane''s voice that answered him.


    "Are you busy? Your excellency."


    Hearing the familiar voice, Cole took down the newspaper and said indifferently, "I heard that the Ministry of the interior is contacting Baruch recently. It seems that it wants to transfer you to them."


    Penny seranda is still wearing the sculpted pure black magic hunting costume.


    Shoulder length black hair was tied behind the head with a headband.


    Like a middle-aged man who goes to meet old friends.


    The young female demon hunter was carrying a bottle of wine and a box of doughnuts in her other hand.


    He put his things on the table, raised his eyebrows, put one hand on his waist and joked, "it''s another sleepless night, isn''t it?"


    Cole told her to sit down first.


    Click the bell.


    When Miss Shane enters the office, ask her to go to the logistics and get a super extra dinner.


    Then he opened the Kraft box of doughnuts, took a bite and said, "if it weren''t for you, I almost forgot about dinner."


    Penny smiled and poured two glasses of wine, holding the glass in both hands to explain her intention.


    "Cole... I''ve been thinking lately that maybe it''s time to leave the demon hunting group."


    "Leave?"


    "Yes."


    In a sense.


    Penny''s smile is very durable and exciting. However, the pain deeply buried in it is like the core of all comedies.


    With a happy face, what lurks is a dark and helpless life.


    She shook her head slightly and explained, "the life of the Demon Hunter... Makes me feel tired and numb. I have to face all kinds of death every day.


    Teammates, relatives, mission protected objects


    Hehe, reality is always more cruel than imagination, isn''t it? "


    Cole wiped his fingers with a paper towel and looked at Penny sitting opposite him, with her head down and her mind heavy.


    Silence for a long time.


    Put your right hand on the table, then reach over and say, "pull my hand."


    Penny looked up, her eyes puzzled.


    Put her left hand gently on Cole''s palm.


    The two looked directly at each other.


    Cole took her hand hard and said coldly, "what can you feel?"