Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

A building occupied by vampires.

A hunting game started by gang members from Hell's Kitchen is in full swing.

Mosley and others became completely outsiders.

The more they looked, the more frightened they became.

On the one hand, the combat power and methods of the gang members in front of them far exceeded their expectations.

On the other hand, the vampires in the building were also horrified that despite being hunted by a group of ferocious gang members, they did not show any signs of diminishing. They could quietly show their fangs from a corner at any time and swoop out again.

This building has completely become the domain of vampires.

Judging from the clothes on the vampire, not only the homeless, but also some ordinary employees of the Horizon Laboratory building were transformed by Lucis using his "First Embrace" ability.

The number of vampires completely exceeds previous estimates by Mosley and others.

At a rough glance, it is very likely that there are thousands of people.

What a terrible number this is?

If the vampires in the entire building were eliminated, it would be equivalent to killing about a thousand humans.

After all, these vampires were transformed from humans by Lucis.

This is the number of casualties that can only be achieved in the face of war or some kind of natural disaster.

Even if a huge part of them are homeless people that no one cares about, it is absolutely terrifying.

This incident can be called the most terrible disaster that Manhattan has ever encountered. No, it was a man-made disaster...

"Damn Lucius!

Mosley was so angry that his temples protruded and his brain almost exploded.

This incident must not be exposed!

Otherwise, the FBI will be finished!

In fact, not only the FBI, but also the New York Police Department and the National Guard are all grasshoppers on a rope at the moment.

…

"fifteen!"

The two Lankhov brothers were panting, but they did not hide their pleasure.

Vladimir looked at the Irishman not far away.

"Looney, admit defeat. We have killed fifteen vampires. It is impossible for anyone to kill more people than our brothers now."

"snort!"

John Looney snorted coldly, not showing any fear: "You two brothers together can only kill fifteen, and I have killed eight by myself. Will it count? Is it embarrassing? I have the nerve to ask others to admit defeat.

As expected of a furry bear, it only has muscles but no brains."

"This is impossible!"

Vladimir and Anatoly gnashed their teeth.

At this time.

Bullseye passed by both parties, holding a vampire's head in his hand.

"This is the twelfth head I have cut off."

He clicked his tongue: "Stop arguing, it turns out that neither the Russians nor the Irish are good. Don't forget, this is New York, and I'm a New Yorker."

"Fake!"

Both sides cursed lowly and continued fighting, vowing to surpass each other.

the other side.

Finn Cooley is still dropping tiny bombs of his own making.

boom!

He kept calculating the power, explosion distance, and other factors, thoughtfully.

If you ignore the bunch of vampires who were blown to pieces in front of you, he really looks like a gentle university professor.

And Nobu Yoshioka, who came from the island country's gang, was waving the katana in his hand and honing his sword skills.

He is not interested in the so-called hunting game.

But these vampires in front of him can become the whetstones he dreams of, using them to force himself to make progress.

Time passed bit by bit.

There is a constant supply of vampires.

Everyone was jealous.

Mosley and other officials went to extreme lengths to pick up leftovers from behind the gangsters.

It's safe and relaxing, and the teamwork is tacit.

If it weren't for the gangsters in front of them, who were really incompatible with the officialdom, they would all be eager to invite each other to join and become non-staff members.

Apart from anything else, these people are really powerful in combat.

You'll risk your life if you fuck a vampire!

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the number of vampires in the building exceeded expectations, they had reason to believe that the group of gangster players in front of them could kill all the vampires.

…

Outside the building.

Woo!

A whistle suddenly sounded not far away, interrupting David and George's conversation.

The two of them looked at the sound and saw the street police waving their hands.

"coming!"

The communicator on George's body rang: "Chief Stacey, support is coming!"

He perked up.

I looked up and saw a military jeep approaching.

Behind the vehicle, dozens of trucks loaded with hundreds of heavily armed troops.

soon.

The jeep stopped in front of David and George.

In the car, a black lieutenant colonel with a tall and straight posture wearing a military uniform got out.

"Hello, I am James Lord, Lieutenant Colonel of the Marine Corps. I am in charge of this mission."

With curiosity, his eyes passed over David in the wheelchair, and then stayed for a second on Wesley and other fraternity members.

Then he extended his hand to George.

"Marines?"

George was stunned.

Logically speaking, it should not be the Marine Corps that came to support at this time, but the Army's quick reaction force.

However, this is not the point.

"Hello, I'm Sergeant George Stacey of the Manhattan Division of the New York Police Department."

He quickly explained: "You are finally here. The situation is urgent now and we need more powerful firepower."

"Don't worry, our preparations can ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

James Lord nodded to the person behind him.

The heavily armed soldiers on the truck moved quickly, gathered on the road outside the building, and stood in several squares.

"We have enough manpower and firepower to completely melt the vampires."

Rhodes was full of confidence: "Now, let your people withdraw, and the battlefield can be handed over to us."

"good."

George nodded and pressed the communicator.

"When reinforcements come, everyone immediately retreats and vacates the battlefield to them."

…

"Very good!"

After receiving the reminder from the outside world, Mosley was overjoyed and quickly greeted:

"Retreat, everyone retreats, the army is coming, let them take over the battlefield!"

FBI agents and members of the National Guard combat team breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the command of Mosley, they were the first to leave.

"retreat?"

Gang members were not so happy.

They have just entered the state not long ago. It feels like they have just warmed up and the hunting competition is over?

"Fake!"

Finn Cooley was quite dissatisfied: "Who do you think we are, bartenders who come and go when called upon?"

His testing of the micro-bomb he developed was far from over.

"These vampires are very resistant to being beaten. They are good punching bags. I plan to catch two and take them back to torture them slowly."

The strong black man nicknamed Barracuda raised his eyebrows, and his fierce eyes fell on Mosley: "You should have no objection, right?"

"At the end of the game, it looks like the Russians have achieved the highest number of kills and the prize money is ours."

The Lankhov brothers and their younger brother checked the quantities.

Looking at the pile of human heads forming a hill in the corner, I couldn't help laughing.

"We Irishmen have killed more than fifty of them in total. You bunch of furry bears have no brains. You can't even count who is older or younger?"

John Looney made a sarcastic statement.

A group of people started to talk tit for tat again.

Mosley was not surprised at all and had a headache.

I can't wait to have David come in in a wheelchair immediately and deal with these unruly gangster lunatics.

"stop fighting."

At this time, as Kingpin's representative, Bullseye stood up.

He looked around, his cold eyes passing over the faces of everyone present, and slowly spoke:

"This is not a place for internal strife."

"Our mission is completed, it's time to leave. Next... no one wants to conflict with the army."

After a pause, he emphasized: "This is what David meant, and it is also what Kingpin and Pushkin meant."

"snort!"

Finn Cooley snorted coldly, finally threw a bomb into the pile of vampires, and turned around and left without hesitation.

Barracuda thought about it and didn't really capture a vampire to use as a sandbag, but he casually picked up the vampire's head that he had chopped off and planned to take it back and make it into a specimen collection.

When the others saw this, some were dismissive, while others thought it was quite commemorative. They also took the vampire heads as trophies and walked towards the exit.

He looks like a serial murderer with a special collecting habit.

Mosley and others' mouths twitched when they saw it, but they didn't dare to stop him.

soon.

Gang members exited the building one after another.

Less than half of the vampire heads piled up in a hill were also taken away.

door.

The heavily armed SWAT police, holding shields, saw the gang members appearing and were shocked by the trophies in their hands.

With a vigilant face and a hint of fear in his eyes, he watched them stay away from sight.

Everyone who was paying attention to the movement of the building saw the appearance of this group of gangsters.

The blood-soaked, lifelike vampire heads in their hands made everyone swallow their saliva subconsciously, marveling at the other party's heavy taste.

In particular, the human face contained in these heads blinks from time to time, and the eyeballs are still moving, looking like they are not dead, which is even more shocking.

The scene is like a horror movie, which makes people’s hair stand on end.

Wesley frowned slightly.

He believes that his short career as a killer has made him cold-blooded enough.

It can be seen that I still feel a little physically uncomfortable after seeing this scene.

I suddenly had a new understanding of Hell's Kitchen.

Then, at David's signal, he came back to his senses and pushed his wheelchair forward to greet him.

Finn Cooley, John Looney, McGinty, the Rankelhoff brothers, Barracuda, Shin Yoshioka, Christu Blatt, Nikki Kavela and others all set their sights on Sitting.

On David in a wheelchair.

Everyone has different expressions, and their eyes contain various meanings.

The audience remained silent, their eyes fixed on David and a group of gang members.

These are all big names in the New York underground world.

It can be said that they are all targets that can be arrested directly once evidence is found.

In addition, they were surrounded by a group of young brothers who were big and round and covered in blood.

There is also a vampire head hanging in his hand.

Who dares to underestimate it?

If their operation was not for reinforcements, I am afraid that what they will face next is a war between gangs and the government.

Mosley and Rodriguez stood not far away, looking solemn.

George Stacey was equally nervous.

The military commander who came to support, James Rhodes, also cast his gaze with interest, staring at David and others, thoughtfully.

"Hard."

David glanced at everyone's trophies without changing his expression.

Then he ordered the gunsmith on the side to open the suitcase he was carrying.

Inside are neatly filled banknotes!

"It's a million!"

David smiled and said: "With the same suitcase, there are nine more suitcases in the car, totaling 10 million. The extra is bonus... Your performance is perfect and you deserve the excess return."

"very good."

Although Finland Cooley was not completely happy, he was quite satisfied with the result and praised:

"David, you are much more interesting than your brother."

He didn't value the money, but he couldn't care less about the younger brother behind him.

Ten million may seem like a lot, but when it is actually distributed to each of them, it is not much.

The same goes for other gang members.

"gone."

The group was covered in blood, but almost no injuries were sustained.

Carrying his trophies and walking openly on the street, ignoring the gazes of the officials around him, he was extremely arrogant.

To be honest, a battle of this level is not considered high-intensity in their eyes.

Apart from their large numbers and tenacious vitality, the vampires in the building actually have nothing worthy of praise.

They really don't understand how the FBI agents and the National Guard were forced into this job by such a bunch of vampires.

Calculating it this way, using the FBI as an opponent seems to lower one's own standards a bit.

The group of people returned to their motorcade and passed by the soldiers in formation.

Finn Cooley, one of the Irish leader's bomb experts, noticed the equipment carried by the soldiers and squinted his eyes with a look of astonishment.

"Thermobaric grenade?"

I couldn't help but feel a little pity for the vampires in the building.

Compared with the weapons carried by these American soldiers, the people in Hell's Kitchen seem to be kind-hearted.