American comics: The savior starting from the vampires

At midnight, the lights were dim, snowflakes were flying in the air, and the neighborhood fell into darkness. As a truck drove by, the long-term peace was broken.

"Fuck! It's such a cold day for us to deliver the goods!"

"Well, in this world, you don't know that a cruel guy has come to this area out of nowhere, and many brothers died tragically in his hands!

The superiors don't have time to deal with that guy at the moment. Now they can only let us ship goods in such a harsh environment. Let's bet that he can take a rest tonight! "

Boom, boom, boom!

The sudden knocking sound made the two of them cower for a moment, and then a man who reacted fiercely patted the rear compartment.

"Fuck, those goods are fresh, don't move!"

He seemed to be warning his companions in the trunk.

The thumping sound in the car suddenly became quiet, and the driver had a lewd smile on his face.

"Let's switch driving in a while. I'll go to the trunk to warm up?"

"Warm you uncle!"

…

Soon, the big truck slowly drove into the dark factory, and one after another muscular and strong men stepped forward.

One of the leaders, Huang Mao, looked at the man in the passenger seat: "Did you encounter any problems along the way?"

"without!"

Soon, two men came to the rear compartment. As the rear door of the compartment opened, their faces froze and their whole bodies trembled.

The changes in the two people also made people on the side look surprised. Huang Mao's expression changed and he quickly came to the two of them. The scene in the car made him look extremely ugly!

"What's wrong?"

The two people responsible for transporting the goods noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere and hurriedly ran to the back car. Before they could get closer, the yellow-haired man punched them instantly and knocked them to the ground with three punches.

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

"What did I do? Even if I wanted to die, I still wanted to harm us. Do you know who this batch of goods belongs to? It belongs to the Mask Club!"

After saying this, the man with yellow hair rushed forward and beat the two of them severely again. At the same time, he also called on his men to beat them together.

Fifteen minutes later, the two people, who had been beaten with bruises and swollen faces, were pulled to their knees outside the trunk. Looking at the empty carriage, their faces were pale.

Bang bang bang bang!

Crisp applause resounded in the empty factory, and everyone, including Huang Mao, looked at the visitor in shock.

After seeing the person clearly, Huang Mao's expression changed. As for the two people kneeling under him, they cried bitterly and kept begging for mercy.

A red and white clown mask was placed on the man's face. Behind him were a group of people wearing various masks, who walked slowly to Huang Mao.

"Boss, what happened this time is entirely because of these two losers. They lost the goods. We did exactly what you ordered!"

Huang Mao gritted his teeth, suppressing the fear in his heart, and looked at the man in the clown mask who was leading him at this moment.

After gently patting Huang Mao's shoulder, the man in the clown mask looked past him and looked at the two people who were kneeling and begging for mercy.

"Boss, I'm sorry, please spare us!"

The two of them kept repeating the words of forgiveness, and their foreheads were slammed to the ground, and a trace of blood oozed out after two blows.

Under the frightened gazes of Huang Mao and others, the man in the clown mask slowly pulled out a butcher's knife from his back, and gently stroked the polished blade with one hand.

The hoarse voice echoed throughout the factory.

"you……"

The next moment the sword suddenly appeared.

Huang Mao clutched his neck tightly, and hot blood sprayed out from his fingers. At this time, his eyes widened, glaring at the man who suddenly turned around in front of him.

"Ahem!"

He wanted to curse loudly, but the air bubbled out from his neck and he couldn't say a word.

The next moment, accompanied by a series of screams, he fell heavily to the ground. From the corner of his eye, he watched his men being hacked to the ground by people wearing various masks.

The scene was so bloody that the two people who were kneeling on the ground were instantly paralyzed with fear, trembling all over and not daring to say a word.

As Huang Mao died, the burly man wearing a bear mask slowly wiped the blood-stained long knife back and forth on his clothes.

A man wearing a snake-face mask walked step by step towards the two kneeling people. The two struggled and fell backwards, trying hard to climb out of the factory. However, the next moment, they heard a muffled groan.

They only saw a dark shadow flashing in front of them.

Their eyes moved, and the two of them looked behind them in astonishment.

A man wearing a black trench coat and a Western hat was slowly letting go of the snake-faced masked man's neck.

thump!

Looking at the dull eyes under the mask, the two fell into a daze.

"Judge?"

The man in the clown mask quietly retreated, his eyes fixed on the mysterious man who was shocking the entire audience.

"So it's you who have been kidnapping and torturing girls recently? Mask Club? What the hell?"

"Fuck, go to hell!"

The bear-faced man fiercely drew his knife and rushed towards Lin Jue. However, even though the difference in stature between the two was huge, the results were extremely contrasting.

A lightning-fast punch passed over the speeding sword and struck the big man's neck hard, followed by the sound of bones cracking.

In an instant, gunfire echoed throughout the factory.

Bang bang bang!

These people wearing masks took out their guns and shot, but the scene in front of them made their faces look horrified. Lin Jue stood on the spot, with afterimages scattered around his figure, as if he was swinging left and right at high speed.

All the bullets passed by him, and he looked at the clown who ran to the back of the crowd. The next moment, Lin Jue rushed towards the crowd who had emptied the magazine.

"Fuck!"

"Monster, die!"

Just five minutes later.

Lin Jue, who pinched the clown mask man's neck with one hand, looked at the clown who was still staring at him with a calm expression.

He took off his mask directly. The man's appearance made Lin Jue slightly stunned. It was as if he was burned by flames. The reddish-brown tumor was tightly attached to the epidermis. The man had no skin.

"You will die! Judge! You know..."

Crack!

Throwing the lifeless man to the ground, Lin Jue slowly turned around and looked at the detective who suddenly appeared behind him with some surprise.

"Don't move!"

George stared at Lin Jue, and under the black mask, a pair of scarlet pupils flashed by. The next moment, accompanied by a trail of afterimages, Lin Jue passed George at an extraordinary speed.

The police officer who wanted to block the door was knocked to the ground in an instant. He was about to draw his gun and shoot, but George quickly ran in front of him and grabbed his hand holding the gun.

"Inspector?"

"Do you want to die?"

George glared at his men with fear in their expressions. His eyes swept over the two people lying on the ground. Just now, Lin Jue killed them instantly when he passed by them.

Looking at the faces of the two people with blood flowing from all seven orifices, he walked up and slowly pulled their hair.

"Ugh!"

The police officer on the side looked at the scene in front of him and subconsciously couldn't help retching. Even George looked ugly.

The skulls of the two people were broken, as if they were smashed by a palm.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Looking at the sky where heavy snow was still falling, George's expression was extremely solemn.