American comics: The savior starting from the vampires

The bright sunshine illuminated the entire street, and Lin Jue walked in the busy neighborhood.

He was rejected.

However, Lin Jue himself could understand Dao Feng's psychology. It was just a hasty encounter. It seemed impossible for him to cooperate with him.

In an underground factory, Blade Warrior took off his long leather jacket and looked deeply at the TV news report on the table at the moment.

He likes to derive the recent behavior distribution of those vampires. In the news at this time, there are reports of missing persons information in some areas.

"Blade, how was this operation?"

The old words came from above the factory.

Blade turned slightly and looked at his old partner. His usual relaxed response did not appear.

Sensing that something was wrong with the blade's condition, Whistler quickly stepped forward.

"I met a special guy. That guy was faster than the fastest vampire I've ever seen. His strength seemed to be extraordinary, and he didn't seem to be an ordinary vampire.

He claims to be the ancestor of vampires, but he doesn't seem to be one of our kind. "

There was doubt on Dao Feng's face, and he looked at his adoptive father and master inquiringly.

"You're not a vampire, but you claim to be the ancestor of vampires? Are you still not afraid of silverware?"

A hint of horror flashed across Whistler's face, and he suddenly thought of the story of the vampire hunter passed down from generation to generation deep in his memory.

The true source of vampires - the Blood God!

Although he didn't quite understand the second half of the sentence, the words in front of the blade reminded him of the real ancestor of vampires.

"Oops! Those damn vampires actually awakened the demon sleeping in history."

Whistler looked ugly and told Blade about the history he had learned, and both of them realized the seriousness of the problem.

If Lin Jue were here, he would definitely not be able to help complaining, because Dao Feng did not convey his kind words at all.

A historic street in New York.

Night fell again, and one vampire after another walked out of the darkness, with wanton smiles on their lips, looking greedily at the passers-by walking on the street.

A slender long sword hung in front of him, and the blade walked calmly towards the group of vampires who were staring at him.

He started killing without hesitation, and after stabbing a grinning vampire with his sword, he paused.

Watching this "vampire" slowly take out the two disguised sharp teeth from its mouth, Blade's expression was extremely ugly. They were actually humans pretending to be human.

At this time, in a tall building behind him, a female vampire was standing on the top of the building, controlling the camera to capture the scene.

After Blade left, an anonymous video report was posted online, causing an uproar.

Blade kills people.

At the base camp of the Blade Warriors, Whistler was looking seriously out the window at the dark land. Under the blurry light, there seemed to be something hidden outside.

"Fuck! It must be those damn vampires!"

Whistler took out his shotgun and carried a knife on his back, as if he was about to start a battle, and the blade was wiping his silver sword.

However, the next moment, countless bullets penetrated the glass of the window and flew in. The two men hurriedly looked for bunkers, but the enemy seemed to be unusually fast. In the blink of an eye, with the help of fire cover, they broke through the factory door.

Looking at the soldiers wearing special black uniforms, the blades that were about to start a killing spree trembled in place.

"Let's go!"

Whistler scolded anxiously. As a tacit understanding between the two, Blade turned around and left without hesitation. Whistler, who had originally planned to escape from here as soon as possible, suddenly paused and returned to the computer desk. To carry out data clearing and self-destruction procedures.

However, just because of his actions, the soldiers who rushed over shot him down without hesitation.

With a trace of pain on his face, Whistler glared at the soldiers surrounding him, and pressed the exposure detector in his hand at the next moment.

Endless flames erupted from the factory in an instant. Blade, who had just ran out of the factory, looked back with pain on his face. The silver sword in his hand fell to the ground and stood there in a daze.

At this time, several special police officers rushed forward and kicked him to the ground, holding his hands behind his back.

Dao Feng's eyes were distracted, and there was a sense of pain in his heart.

In this way, he was taken away by the human special police.

Just when everything was going smoothly, there was a dull crashing sound from the roof of the factory. Lin Jue, who jumped to the top of the factory, looked at the factory burning with blazing flames and sighed slightly.

Because he couldn't grasp the rhythm of the plot, he came a step late.

He did not intervene when Blade was taken away by human special police, even though he knew that this was a collusion between vampires and humans.

With his eyes darkened, Lin Jue recalled the memories in his brain. His eyes suddenly lit up and he knew what he should do.

An afterimage passed across the eaves, and his figure disappeared on the roof.

The next day, when the afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the mottled wall.

A chaotic street is filled with young men and women dressed in hip-hop costumes who look like monsters. Most of them look crazy, shouting, or fighting.

Lin Jue walked slowly on the street and looked around quickly. Soon, he found the familiar street store. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the next moment his figure disappeared from the place.

At the same time, the man and woman in front of him were stunned.

"Baby, did you just see that guy?"

"Who?" The girl's face was full of confusion.

"A person just flashed past. Oh my god, that speed! He really ran out of the afterimage!"

"Oh, David, did you smoke too much? You still haven't recovered yet?"

The girl chuckled and couldn't help but mock her target, so much so that even the man doubted whether he was hallucinating.

boom!

The door of the store suddenly opened, and the man and woman in the store stood up in fright. However, there was nothing at the door of the store. They only felt a gust of cold wind blowing by.

"Fuck!"

The male clerk cursed angrily as he closed the store door again, while the female clerk chuckled lightly and leaned back on the chair, looking relaxed and content.

Jingle Bell.

After a long time, the doorbell rang again, and a tall man with a deep face slowly walked into the store.

His eyes passed over the vampire dolls displayed in the store and looked at the clerk who was dressed as a vampire.

"Why are you selling these things?"

Derek stared at the man and said in a deep voice.

"Fuck, are you here to buy something, or are you here to cause trouble?"

The male clerk, who had not yet calmed down from his anger, immediately cursed and glared at Drake.

A moment later, he let out a scream, and his body was instantly thrown away, smashing the glass door heavily.

Amidst the horrified screams of the female clerk, Derek pushed her down on the chair. The next moment, his ferocious fangs were exposed and he was about to bite the delicate white neck.

A figure suddenly appeared behind Drake.

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