American comics: The savior starting from the vampires

The three colors of red, yellow and green are mixed, the whole bar environment is relatively dim, and the harsh rock music drives this group of energetic American youths.

With a confident smile on the man's face, he stepped into the bar. The loud heavy metal music and the crowded crowd did not trouble him at all.

He easily squeezed through this group of young people who were squandering their youth, and the powerful force even brought down one young man.

"Hi, MAN! Do you have a question?"

The white young man quickly got up from the ground. He glared and quickly came to the man. He was 1.9 meters tall, allowing him to look down at the man in front of him. He clenched his fists. If the man didn't explain clearly, he would He looked like he was about to take action.

"Ah!"

However, the man wearing a fur coat and a short beard smiled and shook his head. The next moment, he directly punched the young man in front of him on the head.

boom!

As if being hit by a cannonball, the young man's body flew backwards instantly and hit the crowd behind him. He fainted without even letting out a scream.

"ah!"

"Shet!"

"Fake, what's going on?"

Everyone who was affected by the disaster started to shout. Seeing the man walking slowly in front of them, they immediately shut up their mouths. They saw the man smiling, holding a pistol in one hand and pointing it at them from a distance. .

"Hi, MAN, if you have something to say, please tell me!"

A man put on a smile and put his hands on his chest, trying to get Victor to put down his hostility.

"..."

Looking at these cowards, Victor curled up his lips and put away his gun without thinking too much. His target was not these guys.

His deep eyes looked at the other people in the periphery who were still swaying wildly without being affected at all. He didn't want to make the matter bigger. If the target ran away, it would be difficult for him to catch him again!

While walking through the crowd, he carefully observed every man who was intoxicated with the music. Finally, he squeezed out of the crowd. There was a smile in Victor's eyes. His eyes were fixed on a corner diagonally side of the bar, where There was a semi-open box, and a dark-skinned man was hugging two white women in thin clothes. He seemed extremely happy. The curve of his lips revealed two rows of white teeth.

"Sir, would you like something to drink?"

The bartender's words interrupted his thoughts. Victor glanced at the waiter with a standard smile: "A glass of red wine!"

Taking the red wine, Victor drank it down. Under the alert look on the waiter's face, he slowly took out the pistol from the inside of his jacket, and took out a few more from the side of his waist. After loading the bright bullets, he glanced at the waiter who had raised his hands above his head and did not dare to move. He casually took out a few US dollars and threw them over.

“Your tip!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the target man in a swaggering manner.

Watching the man leave, the waiter's face was filled with lingering fear. He grabbed the dollar bills in a panic and slipped out of the back door. In his eyes, the smiling man just now was more terrifying than the devil!

…

"Sir, you are so generous!"

The girl wearing a bunny costume cuddled up in the man's arms with a cute face, holding a large amount of US dollars in her hand, trying hard to please the man in front of her who was enjoying their compliments.

"Haha, money is just a number to me. As long as I want, I can become a billionaire immediately!"

Black men are somewhat complacent, with beautiful women in their arms and squandering money. Is there anything happier than this?

"hehe……"

The girl's laughter stopped suddenly, and she looked in horror at the man who came to the door of the box, drew his pistol and pointed it at them from a distance.

The arrival of the man naturally attracted the attention of the black man, and his joy turned into fear.

"Law……"

boom--

Bang bang bang!

Directly emptying all the magazines of the pistol, the saber-toothed tiger Victor looked at the black man who was twitching and covered with bullet holes, and recovered from the invisible state.

The black man was shot four times, but it seemed that thanks to the mutant's strong physical fitness, he did not die immediately, but struggled to stand up from his seat. At this time, the two young ladies in his arms had already curled up. Screaming from under the seat, not daring to show his head.

The piercing screams were completely covered up by the pounding metal music in the bar, and the smell of blood gradually filled the small box.

"Who the hell is this?"

The black man was vomiting blood while looking angrily at the saber-toothed tiger blocking the door. He didn't understand when he had offended the strange man in front of him?

Hearing the man's words, Victor's smile did not change. He noticed the black man's eyes wandering around. Obviously, this guy seemed to still want to struggle.

as expected.

boom!

The table that was originally used as a cover for the girls was blown away in an instant. The black man ignored the screams of the girls and looked at Victor who was hit by the table. He disappeared without a trace in an instant. He wanted to take advantage of this gap to escape. go!

The heavy table hit Victor hard, but the weight that could knock a normal person down did not burden him. His expression did not even change at all, and he flipped the table aside without seeing the man. In the figure, Victor's eyes fell into a void. In about two seconds, he suddenly pulled out the dagger at his side and stabbed the air beside him as fast as lightning.

"Ah!"

The passionate screams did not stop Victor's next move. He drew the dagger from the black man's shoulder and quickly thrust it into his neck.

The bright red and turbid blood spattered onto his long black leather coat, and the smile on his face did not change. He looked at the black man who was covering his neck tightly with eyes filled with disbelief.

"You must be curious, how did I discover you? Right!"

Looking at the black man who collapsed on the ground, Victor squatted on the ground with interest, looking at the black man who had more air coming out and less air in with a cold look.

"It's your dirty smell. Your blood smells worse than I thought!"

One hand instantly grabbed the black man's hair and pulled the black man into his arms. Feeling the weak struggle, he looked at the two girls who had been paralyzed by fear in the private room, and a look hung on their blood-stained faces. A big smile, arms around the black man's head.

Click!

The sound of broken bones was inaudible. He threw the body in his arms aside casually. Victor blew a kiss to the girls and turned around to leave.

"Ahhh!"

"Dead people!"

"Blood, so much blood!"

Listening to the increasingly commotion behind him, Victor took out a cigarette from his pocket and took a long drag. He took out the photo that was placed next to him and tore up the photo of the black man who was first in line. , and looked at the second photo.

The sharp and piercing sound of the siren was like the whistling wind, attracting a pedestrian passing by outside the bar.

After squeezing through the crowd, Victor walked towards a place with less crowds. Although he was not afraid of the police, he still wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Switching back and forth between walking and riding, as noon arrived, Victor came to an abandoned factory. Looking at the sparse jungle in front of him, he frowned tightly and held out unknown items in his hands. The first few cigarettes were thrown aside casually.

He walked slowly towards the jungle.

"Hey, won't you stamp out your cigarette butts?"

There were some teasing words coming from behind.

Victor's footsteps stopped momentarily, he narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around, and subconsciously reached out to his side with his right hand.

Behind him, about eight meters away, was a man wearing a black uniform, a black helmet, and a special armband on his shoulder - a pattern of a black sun burning with golden flames.

Looking at the strange armband, Victor's heart suddenly sank, and he felt a sense of crisis.

That familiar symbol reminded him of a recent legend circulating in New York.

The originally "calm" New York has recently seen the arrival of a mysterious force. They seem to be looking for something, and have attracted the attention of Victor's boss, and a conflict has even broken out between the two parties.

To everyone's surprise, the local organization was helpless against this outsider.

Knowing the power of the organization behind him, Victor did not dare to underestimate the man in front of him.

"Victor, the saber-toothed tiger, um, participated in the war and had a younger brother. Both of them seemed to possess some kind of immortality. During a war, both of them disappeared."

"You investigated me!"

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and the bone spurs on his fists slowly stretched out. The saber-toothed tiger looked at the person who seemed not to take him seriously with a sinister smile.

This guy's somewhat casual attitude made him feel angry.

Looking at the saber-toothed tiger who seemed a little angry, No. 5 found it very interesting. You must know that before coming here, he had seen the files of saber-toothed tiger Victor, and even the information sent by the ancestor. It can be said that the man in front of him was The guy's understanding is very deep and thorough.

Immortal, with super endurance and strength, he seems to have the ability to become immortal, his palms can stretch out bone spurs, and he has the keen intuition of a feline. He can be said to be a natural killing machine.

Maybe in the eyes of other mutants, Victor is a terrifying warrior who symbolizes death, but in Wu Hao's eyes, this guy is his sacrifice to the ancestor!

"Why do you guys always like to wrap yourselves up so tightly?"

Victor asked curiously. His eyes quickly looked at the weapons on the man in front of him. He was not an arrogant guy.

"Heh, it seems your organization is on guard against you!"

Without answering Victor's question directly, Wu Hao, who was experienced in combat, saw Victor's true purpose at a glance.

This guy talks to divert my attention while spying on my weaknesses?

Haha, interesting!

Looking at Victor who was eager to try, Wu Hao rarely felt a trace of long-lost enthusiasm.

Although his body has long been as cold as ice...