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My name is Victor Deacon, fifth generation, from the [Deacon Family], a [Baron] responsible for assisting Lord Wesker in administering his subordinate territories.

But that damn traitor, Brad!

His traces appeared in the area I was responsible for. I had to do something.

The family has always had different opinions on how to deal with this person who has the "Sunwalker" bloodline.

Why does he, who has the same blood flowing through him, not need to suffer the torture of darkness and dampness, but can freely bathe in the sunlight that is so poisonous to us!

This damn bastard often ruins our good deeds! Kill your own kind!

I will knock him to the ground and drag him back to face the family!

But I'm not worried. After all, he's only one person. Those names like "Blade Runner" about him are just jokes in my opinion.

He will never come back!

〈One Month Later……〉

Oh Shet, guys, what can I say? ! (what can I say?)

We were too careless. We didn't expect that Brad still had some abilities. He destroyed three of our bars and burned down two family blood factories, causing heavy losses.

(_)

Lord Wesker was very angry and ordered us to tie up Brad within two weeks.

Otherwise, during the "sacrifice" at the end of the year,

I will be the "lucky one" who stands on the altar and dedicates everything to the Blood God.

(beneficial)

So, we set up a perfect "trap\

,"Everything in the plan went smoothly. Brad didn't seem to realize that the so-called "clues" he found and that his experiences along the way were "too smooth".

Soon Brad fell into our trap,

But what was a little surprising was that he actually escaped our layers of blockade.

But all this is not out of my control. In order to succeed in this operation, I have invested enough money and paid the price to transform nearly a hundred "blood slaves".

This also caused me to become weak,

Although many of them have been killed by Brad in previous battles, this does not affect our undeniable huge advantage in numbers!

After "driving" Brad to the abandoned factory without leaving any trace,

I knew it was safe! Everything is stable!

We are outflanking him and besieging him here.

But just when I thought I was sure of victory, a strange figure quietly arrived, showing that he was no ordinary person!

Are they those "freaks" in fancy clothes?

Damn it, why do people always make trouble when they are about to win?

But now there are only two of them,

Forty to two!

Therefore, this wave of advantages still lies with me!

"Fuck them all!!! Tear them apart!"

At this moment, Victor no longer pretended to be "humble" and roared regardless of his image.

The chest that swelled violently due to anger burst the already tattered suit, and the veins on the neck popped out.

The blood slaves, who had pale skin and looked like serious lovers of smoky make-up, opened their fangs and charged at Link and Brad desperately.

"Bang-bang-"

Pull the trigger expressionlessly and kill the enemy in the front row.

With another forceful and heavy kick, he knocked down the ugly face in front of him. Link pulled out a brand new and fully loaded magazine from his windbreaker.

"Click——"

The exhausted magazine slipped, and Link inserted a new magazine with his backhand, pulled the barrel, and fired again.

"Hey! Link, get out of the way!"

Brad behind him shouted loudly, and Link immediately turned back.

Several oval-shaped projectiles streaked through the air,

Then, several blood slaves who had not yet reacted were "hit" firmly.

With the sound of glass falling and shattering,

Like tender and juicy beef roasting on a baking pan, the sizzling sound is accompanied by the blood slave's painful wails and screams,

The moment the turbid yellow solution came into contact with their skin, it began to corrode the flesh and blood quickly, as if sulfuric acid had been spilled.

The face was "glued" together with bloodshot eyes and melted, leaving the pale teeth and part of the connective tissue exposed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Victor, who was hiding in the back row of the crowd, saw this miserable scene and couldn't help but take a breath.

"hiss--"

At the same time, Victor was secretly glad that he didn't rush forward foolishly, otherwise he would be the one who would suffer.

After all, he is a [Baron]!

At this moment, Victor also noticed that most of Link and Brad's energy seemed to be focused on solving the huge number of blood slaves.

A great idea came to mind...

The endless killing made Link feel bored, as if he was doing repetitive work on an assembly line.

Lift the gun, aim, pull the trigger, and get a headshot, all in one go.

The blood slaves rushing towards each other are like stupid robots in shooting games. They can't dodge or dodge, they can only howl meaninglessly and bar their claws.

"?"

Just when Link was subconsciously preparing to take out the spare magazine from his pocket and reload,

\u003cDanger! 〉

【Fatal Perception〈2/3〉】

A strong sense of crisis filled Link's mind, and a bone-chilling chill spread to his limbs.

Link stood on his back, trembled all over, and immediately turned his head to look in the direction he had expected.

Victor, who also looked astonished, was aiming a revolver at Link.

Maybe he didn't expect that he would be suddenly discovered after sneaking around closer.

But Link recognized it at a glance. It was a Colt Python revolver, a powerful .44 caliber firearm.

Being hit in a vital part is unimaginable!

"boom--"

After the ear-piercing roar of the gunshot, what Victor was expecting--Link's head exploding like a watermelon--didn't happen.

Link, who was dodging and rolling as much as possible to avoid this fatal blow, endured the severe pain and discomfort in his shoulder, and his mind was in chaos.

Gritting his teeth, he jumped up with all his strength. The huge force stepped on the heads of several blood slaves, and the crisp sound of bone cracking caused their heads to sink downwards.

At the same time, Link also ran towards Victor,

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Seeing Link running towards him with great momentum and his almost incredible dodge, Victor was also frightened and stared in front of him in a daze.

By the time he came to his senses, Link had already stepped within a distance of less than ten meters.

"No! I can't die here! I'm a baron, and I still have hundreds of years of good life that I haven't enjoyed enough! Someone, please! Someone, please stop him!!"

Victor staggered and tried to run back.

But the cold voice coming from behind made him feel like he was falling into the abyss.

Link had no expression on his face and spoke word by word,

"You-think-you-can-kill-me!"

"boom--"

A blood slave who was too stupid to realize what was happening happened to rush forward and attack Link.

A hint of excitement flashed in Victor's dim eyes,

"Is this my chance..."

"boom--"

Immediately afterwards, Link punched the blood slave with all his strength. The fist with clear joints was like a heavy hammer, hitting the blood slave's head hard.

Then, Victor saw that the blood slave's entire face seemed to be "shrunk", with his facial features squeezed together and his tall nose bridge sunken in.

With a bang, I leaned back and fell into a "baby-like sleep".

Dark red blood spattered, and a few drops even landed on Victor's face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Victor's sister-in-law-like tenor sounded immediately. His eyes were full of panic, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

The expensive suit was already covered with dust and faint traces of wetness.

Link, whose eyes were bloodshot, bent down slightly and put his ferocious face in front of Victor's eyes.

The fist, which was still stained with stinking blood, slowly moved to a position less than ten centimeters away from Victor.

"Don't move, you will die."