American comics: The savior starting from the vampires

The magnificent hotel was completely silent at the moment, and everyone stared blankly at the man's next behavior.

He wiped the remaining dark red blood on his forehead with his hands and put it into his mouth.

"So this is what my blood tastes like?"

As if talking to himself, No. 3's scarlet pupils turned slightly to the side, looking at Winston who was still standing aside, he was a little surprised.

"gentlemen……"

He stretched out his palm to signal the man in front of him not to speak.

"If we find that guy, if he doesn't die..."

Looking at everyone in the entire lobby one by one, No. 3 showed a sinister smile on his lips.

"If that guy doesn't die, all of you will die!"

"..."

If in the past, a person would dare to stand in the Continental Hotel and say such a sentence to all the killers, then they would make this guy understand why human life is so fragile!

But now, everyone looks at me and I look at you, and they all see the fear in each other's eyes.

A person who seems to be fine even after being shot in the head, no, a monster, so what else can be done to kill this guy?

Watching No. 3 close the front door of the hotel, Winston wanted to explain something, but the next moment, he was followed by two muffled groans.

The originally silent Tang Dynasty suddenly erupted into violent screams.

Winston only felt something flashing in front of him. He looked intently and saw what figure was there in front of him? Number 3 disappeared in an instant.

Plop...

Behind him, there were two consecutive sounds of falling to the ground, and Winston realized something. His originally calm face instantly turned pale, and he turned around slowly.

His sleeves were stained with blood, and he held two heads of No. 3 in each hand, as if he was carefully observing the trophies in his hands.

This face looks like a demon from hell!

"Fake, he actually took off someone's head with his bare hands!"

"God, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed there was such a monster in this world?"

"Did anyone see when he passed by just now?"

"I...I kept looking at him, and all that was left of him was his afterimage..."

"Shet!"

All the killers were like panicked lambs. They all rushed towards the back hall of the hotel, not daring to get close to the demon-like man.

"Do you want to say anything else?"

Tilting his head, a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. No. 3's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement. As long as the man in front of him dared to say no, he would turn this place into hell!

As if being pricked by needles, waves of coldness kept coming out. Under the gaze of No. 3, Winston tremblingly took out the radio placed next to him.

"Find that damn bastard and kill him at all costs!"

His voice was hoarse, and Winston hung up the phone. At this moment, he used all his methods!

Seeing the old man's actions, No. 3 showed a trace of pity in his eyes, and with an inexplicable smile, he looked at the people pouring into the back hall of the hotel.

"Fake...the people behind you should stop crowding!"

"Shet, there is another one...is this guy also a monster?"

"I shouldn't have come to the Continental Hotel today!"

"Aren't we going to try to resist?"

"Resist, I don't want my head to be picked off by monsters, Fuck, that's a head, not a flower!"

The noisy voices around him made Cross Cross frown. The quality of these killers was uneven.

He looked towards the back door where the crowd was pouring in. The gun hidden in his cuff was already loaded.

The back entrance of the hotel.

Her long pale golden hair was scattered randomly in front of her face. Just one person scared the many killers who poured into the back door and backed away.

Looking at those unique scarlet pupils, these killers obviously realized something.

"No one is allowed to leave!"

Number 3's ridiculing words came from the lobby, and all the killers had angry looks in their eyes. When were they blocked? Don’t you dare to resist?

…

Huchi...huchi...

"Shet, I should change to a heavy sniper, even if I'm exposed..."

The sound of extremely regular breathing echoed in the dark corridor of the building. Miz still dared not forget the scene just now. He clearly shot the Yong Ye guy in the head, but the man did not fall!

Originally he just wanted to snipe the cross, but he didn't expect to see the most wanted poster in the textile factory. Under the temptation of the huge reward, he still fired the fatal shot.

Putting aside the distractions in his mind, the killer would never stay in one place. When he was about to adjust his direction again to see the situation, he noticed the strange movements of some people near the Continental Hotel.

As a fellow killer, most of his colleagues hidden among ordinary people could not hide it from his eyes. When he realized that this shot had poked a hole, he gave up the mission without hesitation!

As he quickly shuttled between the corridors, some slight movements caught his attention. Just as his head popped out of the back door, a bullet instantly penetrated the edge of the door and missed him.

"Farke!"

Unexpectedly, these guys moved so fast. Meese ran wildly and shot in the direction of the gunfire.

Feeling the movement coming from behind, Mis's face turned extremely ugly. The situation was worse than he imagined.

——

On the somewhat chaotic streets, Wesley looked at the man running out of the store with surprise. He looked at the dark clouds in the sky. This was the first time he had seen the weather change so quickly.

Jingle Bell……

The door of the store was pushed open by him, and the bell above the door eaves made a clear ring.

"Boss, do you know what's going on here? Why do you feel like those guys are a little anxious?"

Wesley asked somewhat relaxedly and casually, glancing at the salesperson who seemed to be watching the situation outside the store.

"I don't know. I didn't hear anything. It's strange!"

The clerk's face was full of confusion. From his perspective, except for some hurried and strange pedestrians on the street, most pedestrians looked at a loss.

"Maybe the end of the world is about to break out... Haha!"

The clerk's somewhat joking words came to my ears.

Wesley looked at the products on the shelves, and he couldn't help but smile. He completely explained what a passerby is like.

Just as he was looking at the product he was about to buy, a slender figure appeared in his peripheral vision.

As a man's instinct, Wesley raised his eyes and looked at the woman walking towards him.

God, this woman is so hot!

Flaming red lips, devilish figure.

Quickly shifting his gaze, Wesley knew that the girl in front of him was not someone he, an ordinary person with heart disease, could get involved with.

"Hey!"

A seductive voice came to his ears. Wesley turned his head in surprise, and a better face came into view.

"Uh, ma'am, do you need any help?"

There was something strange about Wesley.