Chapter 46
Three hours later.
Before leaving, Blade handed Whistler the fragments of the book of Erebos he had obtained in the vampire archives.
Old man frowns sniffed.
"Um... it smells like vampire wipes the toilet paper on the butt."
"The blood book, I brought it from the archives, may be related to Frost's conspiracy."
Whistler gently rubbed the palm-size human leather sheet with his hand, looked down for a while, frowned, "I don’t understand the other things about the Blood God and the Twelve Holy Spirit."
Blade handed him the disk he had previously held in Vampire's hand and said, "Maybe you need this."
At this time.
Cole took the cigarette, walked out of the lounge, and leaned on the iron frame, indifferently said, "Assemble the blood of the twelve Holy Spirit, you can summon the blood god to descend, and the blood of the daywalker is to start the ceremony. The key to this."
Whistler turned to look at him and said, "You know?"
Cole shrugged, "The Book of Erebus is part of the Dark Bible. When I was in Austria, I was fortunate to read some."
Whistler raised his eyebrows and limped to the computer, teasing, "If it’s the Middle Ages, you’ll know how The bishop disciples were tied to a pile of wood and burned to death."
The Dark Bible.
Anyone who mentions it will be regarded as a felony of blasphemy and secret communication with Satan.
Unfortunately, this is a new era.
No one cares about these strange metaphysics.
After a while of silence.
Blade walked to Karen who was fiddling with the equipment, "What are these?"
"I borrowed some equipment from the hospital last night."
"Develop your divine medicine?"
The female doctor picked up the medicine bottle on the table and explained, "This is EDTA, an anticoagulant medicine, used to treat blood clots.
See, what will happen if I drop it into vampire's blood?"
Drop the solution onto the glass slide under the Microscope, Karen took a step back and said, "Back, the reaction will be intense. "
Obviously.
As a professional, Blade does not believe her remarks at all.
Take off the sunglasses, with a skeptical look, and a twitchy expression leaning on the side of the Microscope.
Five seconds later.
Boom!
The violent chemical reaction with vampire blood instantly exploded and shattered the glass slide together with the Microscope.
Blade covered his eyes and retreated quickly.
Cole sat in the distance with a cigarette in his hand, holding a small glass of brandy from Whistler in his other hand, and said, "Now, you know why the pure-blood family will interact with humans The government compromised, instead of trying to start a war like that idiot Frost."
Frowns took a sip of brandy, jokingly said, "The iron torrent of World War I and World War II must scare the wild beasts enough. "
Karen said with his arms akimbo, "Vampire hunters also believe in science?"
"There is no conflict between the two, doctor."
Blade turned his head and Hui Sler glanced at each other, with a rare ridiculous smile, and said, "It's a good antidote."
Karen said seriously, "I never said it is an antidote, but you can use it It blows up vampire's head."
Then.
When the female doctor took the blood sample of Blade, she chatted about Whistler's terminal illness and some past events between them.
After he left, Whistler saw Karen whose vampire bite was getting worse in front of the mirror in the bathroom. He threw down the comfort of saying, "You only have one day to live," and then turned and left.
Cole asked Whistler to give him the address of an underground arms dealer and left afterwards.
Because just now.
Karen's idea of using science to defeat metaphysics made him suddenly think of something.
Blade’s world background is the United States in the 1990s, not the main world and Mengxi Empire that just completed the Industrial Revolution.
So he plans to go to the black market to buy an automatic rifle, and then buy a large amount of silver, using the equipment of the auto repair shop to re-make silver bullets.
Colt M1900 may be the most advanced industrialized weapon in the main world, but in this era when blood slave fighters are replaced with Uzi submachine guns, it seems stretched.
Drove to the slums where gangs are rampant in Los Angeles.
According to Whistler, there is a Ukrainian named Ivankov in the Russian territory who is in the business of buying and selling illegal weapons.
As long as the money is in place, tanks and even fighter jets can help you get it.
After completing a friendly warm-up exercise with the three bodyguards, Cole kicked the wooden door behind the bar and saw the Ivankov.
Two thousand dollars.
One German-made G3 automatic rifle, two Glocks, four fragmentation grenades, and 300 rounds of bullets.
With a heavy black duffel bag in his hand, Cole left the bar and took a taxi back to the apartment where the system set up storage equipment for him.
Close the curtains.
Still under the bed, Cole took out a brown suitcase and opened the code lock, which contained the pneumatic crossbow rewarded by the side mission.
A total of four drums for loading small crossbow arrows, all of which are fully loaded.
Folding the pneumatic crossbow and stuffing it into a bag, Cole opened the door of the apartment, but he saw two district policemen, one fatty and one thin, standing outside.
"Mr. Cole Walker?"
Cole said blankly, "You have found the wrong person."
However, the other party is obviously not ready to give way. .
One of the patrol officers took out a mobile phone and handed it to him, indifferently said, "Someone wants to talk to you."
According to the development of the movie plot, now, Deacon · Frost should have negotiated with Chinatown and Blade soon, in other words, he sent these two vampire slaves.
Put down the duffel bag.
Cole took the phone, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the right hand of the two men on their waist holsters, expressionless.
The thin police officer said, "There is only one number in it, dial out."
"Frost sent you here?"
Glancing at it, he hasn't answered yet.
Cole, who deliberately distracted them, suddenly got into trouble.
He kicked the fat patrolman's crotch fiercely, then hit the thin patrolman's neck with a fist, then hit the former with a knee and kicked his nose.
Grab the latter's hair and smash it against the wall.
Pull down the clothes of the thin patrolman who has been unconscious, and Frost's slave mark is printed on the back of his neck.
Seeing that the other fat patrolman hadn't fainted yet, Cole shot him in the face, then stepped on his back and dialed the number.
Beep——
Beep——
The other end of the phone then rang a relaxed, but malicious, faint smile.
"Mr. Cole Walker, the famous vampire butcher, we finally meet."
Cole indifferently said, "Deacon ·Frost."
"Oh You know me, Blade should tell you, but I have a proposal, are you interested?"
Cole said with a smile, "Really? It seems that I could not kill you last time My old friend is good, I was too careless."
The beautiful Eastern European woman with a knife, and Kun are also Frost's confidants, but the relationship between the two of them is far more than this one. close.
Negative closeness.
I was poked to the painful foot, and the other end of the phone was silent for a while, seeming to suppress my anger.
Based on Cole's knowledge of Frost, he is not the kind of guy who likes to be patient.