From the prototype, immortal

Great Britain, London.

In the subway station, the lights were dim and dark, and there was an unusual tense atmosphere in the air.

On the platform, the crowd was bustling, busy with their own things, some bowed their heads to play with their mobile phones, and some anxiously checked the timetable, as if they were waiting for the subway to arrive, completely unaware of the coming storm.

Suddenly, a deafening gunshot broke the tranquility of the subway station, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves.

A burly black man, his height was much higher than that of an ordinary person, his muscles bulged like steel, suddenly turned around, his eyes were red, as if burning with raging flames, and he roared: "Vampire!"

Before he finished speaking, he took out a submachine gun from his arms and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bullets poured out like raindrops, instantly setting off a bloody storm in the subway station.

The pedestrians were terrified, screaming and crying one after another. They scattered and fled, trying to escape from this death trap.

In this chaos, several figures quickly stood out from the crowd. They were wearing black tights, sunglasses on their faces, holding pistols or submachine guns in their hands, and fired at the black man without hesitation.

The sound of gunfire and explosions intertwined, and the subway station instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The black man was not afraid. He held a submachine gun in each hand, charging forward while shooting wildly at a white man.

The white man was wearing a gray windbreaker and had a handsome face, but his eyes revealed a heart-pounding chill. He flexibly dodged bullets and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

However, at this critical moment, another man suddenly rushed out of the crowd, holding a pistol, and fired a fierce shot at the black man.

The gunshots rang out, and the white man was unable to dodge. He was shot several times, and his clothes were stained red with blood. He groaned in pain, fell to the ground, and his body began to spasm.

At this moment, a shocking scene happened. Purple lines suddenly appeared on the white man's body, and these lines twisted like poisonous snakes and quickly spread to his whole body.

His expression became hideous and terrifying, as if he was suffering from unspeakable pain.

Then, his face began to show signs of burning, and his skin quickly turned black and carbonized.

"It's ultraviolet radiation ammunition!"

A man standing not far away exclaimed, his voice full of fear and despair.

Ultraviolet radiation ammunition is a weapon specially used to deal with supernatural creatures such as vampires. Its power is so great that it can turn any creature into ashes in an instant.

At this critical moment, a woman in a black windbreaker suddenly fell from the ceiling.

She was agile and had a neat and refreshing black half-short hair, but the most eye-catching thing was her skin that was too white to be human, as pale as a dead person.

Her eyes flickered like cold stars, revealing a kind of coldness.

She held two guns in her hands, and lightly dropped from the ceiling, shooting at the black man crazily.

The power of the two guns was far beyond the range that humans could bear. Each bullet hit the black man like a meteorite, sparking sparks.

The black man was forced to retreat again and again. He took the opportunity to hide behind a pillar and quickly changed bullets.

However, the battle did not stop. At the entrance of the subway station, another man with a gun appeared.

He was wearing a black combat uniform, night vision goggles on his face, and an assault rifle in his hand.

He did not hesitate to shoot at the black man fiercely, making him embarrassed and fleeing wildly, and finally ran into the subway car.

At this time, there were only two people left on each side. The other vampire and the black man shot each other through the glass.

The sound of gunfire and explosions echoed in the subway station, as if it would never end.

Soon, both sides ran out of bullets.

The white man took the opportunity to run to the train and chased the black man.

The train sped through the subway station, making a rumbling sound.

The white man and the black man chased each other all the way, fighting from inside the carriage to outside the carriage.

In the end, the two rushed out of the carriage together and fell hard on the rails.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of hatred and murderous intent.

Suddenly, the black man changed.

His body bones began to twist and deform violently, as if something was raging in his body.

In an instant, he turned from an ordinary person into a werewolf standing on two legs.

His eyes turned red like blood, and fangs appeared from the corners of his mouth, flashing cold light.

The white man on the opposite side was not to be outdone.

No mistakes, one sentence, one shot, one content, one look!

He suddenly opened his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs.

He stood up, clenched his hands into fists, ready for the upcoming battle.

"Roar!" The black man let out a deafening howl and instantly pounced on the white man.

The white man dodged the opponent's attack flexibly and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

The two figures moved quickly on the rails, and each collision was accompanied by a metallic sound.

When Selina found that there were so many werewolves, she couldn't help but feel astonished.

Didn't they say that all the werewolves had been eliminated?

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but soon, years of combat experience made her calm down quickly.

At such a moment, any panic is fatal.

She quickly pulled out a row of special darts from her waist.

When not in use, the darts are like a compact disc, light and easy to carry.

But when they are out of the palm of the hand and thrown out, they seem to be given life. With the action of centrifugal force and inertia, the disc quickly unfolds, and the sharp blades on the edge flash coldly under the light, and finally become sharp blade darts with blood grooves and barbs.

These darts draw beautiful arcs in the air. Their shapes are not only beautiful, but also contain the principles of aerodynamics, which enables them to change direction stably during flight and are difficult to predict.

Selena's eyes are calm and focused. She accurately calculates the position and distance of each werewolf and adjusts the launch angle and strength of the darts.

Several werewolves hiding behind the pillars were caught off guard. They thought they were hiding well enough, but they didn't expect Selena's attack to be so accurate and swift.

The darts were like the sickle of the god of death, cutting through the air and hitting the target with a whistling sound.

When they pierced deeply into the flesh of the werewolves, the barbs instantly entangled with their flesh, as if to lock their souls together.

"Ah!" A shrill howl echoed in the night sky, and the werewolves who were hit twisted their bodies in pain, their eyes filled with fear and despair.