American comics: The savior starting from the vampires

"Tsk, do we really have to crawl over?"

There was a hint of hesitation in Wesley's tone, but his face was a little excited.

For him, who had always kept to himself, this alternative way of escaping was simply too exciting.

"Hey, what if there is someone waiting at the other end of the alley? This alley is too narrow and there is not even any shelter. Once someone blocks the road, we will die!"

Fox's face looked a little pale. She looked at the wound that had been tightly tied with gauze. Fortunately, the bullet penetrated through.

"Let's go!"

Wesley took the lead in sending Fox up, and then he looked at Lin Jue expectantly.

Lin Jue, who understood what he meant, gestured to the wall that was about the same height as him, then grabbed the edge with both hands and climbed over it easily with a little effort.

"Oh, NO! Brother, I can't climb up!"

Looking at the anxious Wesley below the wall, Fox turned around with difficulty and tried to catch him, but a figure was one step faster.

He grabbed Wesley's hand and pulled the 160-pound adult man up the wall with just a little force.

"Shet!"

Feeling like he was being lifted up like a doll, Wesley looked at Lin Jue's not burly body in disbelief.

"Brother, you don't look strong. Why are you so strong?"

"Who told you that you have to look strong to be strong?"

Lin Jue sneered.

Noticing the gaze from the side, Lin Jue turned his head and gave Fox a smile in return.

…

Bang bang bang bang!

Sparks burst out from where the stones fell. Wesley looked at the situation below with some horror. The current situation was worse than he imagined. There were people crouching in this alley. These killers were really everywhere.

Click...

There was a slight abnormal sound beside him, and Wesley looked at Lin Jue who had just opened the window with some horror.

"Shh!"

While gesturing nervously, Fox couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed Wesley, and then the two of them jumped out of the window.

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"Damn it! Where did that woman go?"

With a low and hoarse voice, the man strode to the alley and looked seriously at the two killers waiting here.

"Haha, they can't come from our side anyway! That woman is a top killer in the textile factory, how can she be so easy to deal with."

A man said in a deep voice. There was a thigh-thick controlled weapon leaning against him. When he looked closer, he saw that it was actually a rocket launcher.

"Have you found the guy who fired the cold shot? The boss's situation is critical!"

"That guy has committed suicide. He is just an ordinary killer in the textile factory, but that woman is different. Now the high table has ordered sanctions against the textile factory. All their top killers are on the list. Once we catch this Women will definitely receive a generous reward!”

"..."

Didi didi...

Almost at the same time, all three people's communicators lit up. They looked at each other and checked the information.

‘Change the target now and do everything possible to kill or capture alive….

…’

Looking at the three photos on the communicator, the three of them looked at each other.

"Shet! Look at the bounty, brothers, God, after this one thing, we don't know how long we can rest!"

"Oh, My god!!"

…

As the door of the Continental Hotel in New York opened, four men with stern faces dragged a sack into the hotel.

In the middle of the hotel, No. 3 closed his eyes and meditated. It wasn't until the sack was dragged in front of him that he opened his scarlet eyes and looked intently.

At Winston's signal, a killer quickly opened the sack. His pale face was stained with blood, and there was some unspeakable liquid on the top of his skull.

"Sir, this guy is the one who dared to attack you. He has been killed by us now. He is a killer in the textile factory..."

"..."

Without saying a word, No. 3 looked at the man in front of him with smiling eyes.

"..."

"Why is your heart beating so fast?"

'The sound of a gun being loaded'

Everyone raised their guns and pointed them at the man whose expression changed slightly. No. 3 was still sitting in the chair and did not make any move.

"Are you guys mutants?"

Knowing that he had been exposed, the man did not reply directly, but asked an incomprehensible question.

Winston and others on the side also pricked up their ears. They had also heard about mutants. It seemed that some humans had mutated and had some unusual abilities.

They had always had some guesses about No. 3, but they didn't dare to say anything. Now that this strange guy asked him directly, they were naturally curious!

The head was penetrated by a bullet and he didn't die. This is not a human being at all.

"Mutant? Haha, I am not. My existence cannot be guessed by you mortals. Your patience is very limited. If you still don't explain your purpose clearly, then I will send you to meet your little friend!"

No. 3 said impatiently.

Looking at No. 3's cold eyes, the man quickly reached out and grabbed the inside of his shirt. The killers on the side looked wary.

Immediately afterwards, he took out something similar to a radio, and the man directly connected to the communication system.

A somewhat hoarse voice came from the black communicator. The voice was loud and full of respect.

"Dear sir, I'm sorry for causing you any trouble..."

"What I want is not an apology!"

Directly interrupting the old man's words in the communicator, No. 3 went directly to the topic.

"Honestly, who gave you the mission? If the answer satisfies me, I can consider letting you go! You have to know that it is just these useless guys looking for you now. Once we, Yongye, take action personally, we will destroy you. You are like searching a bag to get something.

I believe you have also investigated our information! Don't expect any luck, Mr. Zoro~"

Hearing No. 3 call out his name, the man on the other end of the communicator fell silent.

At the Continental Hotel, Winston and his cronies looked at each other with wide eyes.

They naturally guessed the guy's identity, but they didn't expect that the textile factory would show up.

As the only killer organization that does not accept the rule of the high table, the Textile Factory has extraordinary power. It is different from normal killers. Even one of their most ordinary killers is at the top level in their industry, and the Textile Factory's The leader is the most mysterious existence in the killer world.

No one knows his identity. They only know that he is in charge of the so-called textile machine of destiny in the textile factory, and he is the one who issues assassination orders to those monster-like killers.

But for such a well-hidden guy, his true identity was discovered by a large company that had just entered the United States from Great Britain.

Winston was a little doubtful. Which one of them, Gao Tai Table or Yong Ye, was the real killer organization? The global information network they were proud of was knocked out by this sudden organization.

"Zizi... Haha, sir, you have to believe that our textile factory has no ill intentions towards your company. The previous assassinations were also committed by traitors of the organization!"

"Oh? Don't you want to cause trouble for us?"

No. 3 couldn't help but chuckle, but there was a frightening chill in his tone.

However, on the other side of the communicator, the man said in an extremely certain tone: "All these actions were committed by a top killer of our organization. We have issued the most wanted order for him. It seems that he wants to share our burden." "

"what is his name?"

The whole store was audibly silent as the words from the microphone fell.

"..."

"catch him!"

On the side, Winston, who was originally calm and composed, changed his expression drastically and shouted sharply.

The next moment, except for most of the people who were at a loss, the service staff of the Continental Hotel, headed by the black receptionist, rushed into the crowd first, but the figure had long since disappeared.

Looking at the elevator that was still running on one side, the black receptionist quickly rushed to the stairs with a group of subordinates. As Winston's closest confidant and friend, the black receptionist naturally knew the crisis of the current situation!

"Sir, this is the negligence of our Continental Hotel!"

Winston's heartbeat was beating like never before. He didn't expect that the act of not revealing the cross's identity before would actually cause him such great danger at this moment.

Looking at the expressionless No. 3, he could feel the sharp murderous intention all around him like needles pricking him.

If the man on the other side of the phone was allowed to tell him that the cross was lurking in their hotel, Winston estimated that the monster-like man in front of him would tear him to pieces in an instant.

So the moment he heard the name, he reacted and immediately started arresting that man!

The entire Continental Hotel was in commotion. Looking at the pale old man with clenched fists, No. 3 slowly sat up from his seat, ignoring the vigilant killers on the side.

"I want to live if I find that guy..."

The scarlet pupils bloomed with strange light, and the sharp fangs flashed past.

Looking at the faces that came up to him, Winston felt that he had never been so close to death. Even though there were many of his cronies gathered here, it did not give him any sense of security.

boom!

As a roar like a bomb sounded, the battle inside the Continental Hotel was about to break out.

Apparently, his signal had been picked up by nearby killers, and Winston quickly compiled the message, not just for people inside the hotel, but also for people outside the hotel.

In just ten seconds, all the killers' communicators sounded a notification tone at the same time. As the screens lit up, they all looked at the most wanted order that had just been issued on their phones.

Kill Cross, Wesley, and Fox... Anyone or anything that helps them will be wiped out.

After the text, there are three mugshots, with extremely high pixels!