Chapter 57
next moment.
Deacon · Frost, this unparalleled blood-sucking underground emperor, is like an inflated blood-colored bloated balloon.
The pure-blooded soul absorbed by him wailed under the thin skin.
Boom!
The heavy sound of the liquid splashing on the ground and the wall announced his death.
'You killed the false blood god Deacon ·Frost, and based on the blood flame contact time, the evolution progress is being calculated...'
'Final evolution progress: 77.3%. '
'The special bounty task has been triggered. '
'Assist the American government to clean up the Frost remnants entrenched in Los Angeles for forty days and help the Department of Defense train a secret special force, codenamed Night Demon. '
'Bounty system: blood slave $500, ordinary vampire $1500, elite vampire $5000, training commission $500000. '
'Bounty enjoys event settlement multiplier bonus. '
'The bounty will be converted into Western pounds in equal amounts. '
Cole stood on the corpse that Frost had turned into a pool of blood. While pulling out the cigarette case, he took out the voodoo doll rewarded by the limited-time mission from the other trouser pocket.
The size of a thumb, the texture is hard, and the appearance is like a winged beast.
There is a small ring at the back for hanging.
To put it simply, its function is to make the wearer one more life.
Tucked it back into his pocket, lowered his head to light the cigarette, and walked upstairs with one hand in the bag.
Like the plot of the movie, Blade was bleeding from the top of the sarcophagus by Frost.
But Cole is not so worried that this guy will die because of too much blood loss, at most it is weak to the station does not raise.
It took a lot of effort to get Blade out of the sarcophagus. .
Afterwards, he also met Vanessa who hid on it shiver coldly, trying to beg him for mercy as Blade's biological mother.
The woman knelt on the ground, holding her hands together, begging, "Nightcrawler, because you and Blade are comrades in arms, put..."
Cole puts the cigarette butt He spit on the ground, drew his gun, expressionless, and pulled the trigger ruthlessly.
Boom!
The huge noise of Colt M1900 reverberates in the enclosed ceremony room.
Vanessa's body also turned into a pile of fly ash in the embers.
Cole frowns relight the cigarette.
Then he helped the unconscious Blade and walked slowly outside.
At the same time, a cold mechanical synthesis sound rang in his ears.
'The main task has been completed. '
'Reward: Colt-a just trial. The'
' event will begin to settle after you leave Blade Iworld. '
'You can stay in Blade Iworld for up to three months. '
【Colt-Justice Trial: The prototype is Colt M1900, which is specially provided by the demon-hunter, the effective range is one kilometer, the shooting accuracy is extremely high, the formidable power is huge, and the bullet can add special damage to the secret technique. The surface is hardened, freshly baked! 】
After the system hint was played, a black armpit holster suddenly appeared under Cole's left shoulder. A pistol with the same overall structure as the Colt M1900 was inserted into the holster.
At this time, the sun is rising outside, and the cool morning breeze is blowing.
Tuck the Blade into the car.
Cole lit a cigarette, squinted at the orange sky in the distance, took a deep breath, and took out the Colt from the holster to judge the justice.
The overall metallic feel of the pistol is thick and cold to the touch.
On the chrome-plated metal grip, there is a line of dark golden text: Justice is immortal.
The gun body is bright in color and has a blue-purple pattern with quenched surface.
Get in the car and hit the throttle.
The black high level car greeted the morning sun and went away.
...
Three hours later.
Blade was awakened suddenly. The dazzling white light made him unable to open his eyes. The first reaction was to reach for the pistol attached to his waist.
This time.
The choking smell of smoke floated from the side, and there was also a familiar sound.
"Are you awake?"
Blade squinted, confirmed for a moment, and said, "Cole? Where is this?"
"My apartment "
He wiped off the fine sweat from his face, said solemnly, "Where is Frost?"
"Dead."
Cole holds the newspaper in one hand, With a cigarette in one hand, a cup of cold coffee next to him, and sitting on a chair by the bed with his legs up.
Blade lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, rubbed his face, said weakly, "How long have I been in a coma."
"One day."
The Los Angeles Times threw it to him and said, "Look at the report above. The Pentagon invites you and me to help the Department of Defense train a special force to deal with vampire species. Are you interested?"
After reading the newspaper According to the content, Blade got up and staggered to the door, and said, "I'm not interested."
"Before leaving, don't you want to say thank you to me?"
boom.
The only response to him was the apartment door that was heavily closed.
Cole shook the head with a smile.
It is strange that a hunter who is used to walking in the dark like Blade will agree to the Pentagon's invitation.
dīng líng líng ——
Answer the phone, Cole indifferently said, "Let your people wait for me downstairs."
...
The next month or so.
Cole hunts vampires on the streets of Los Angeles every night, earning bounty, and increasing progress for the final evolution of the blood flame.
In the daytime, he was at Los Angeles Air Force Base to help the Pentagon train the Night Demon Special Forces.
There are 20 students in the first period.
Elites selected from various trump card special forces.
Captain Bain, who had previously fought with Cole on the streets of Los Angeles, was transferred to serve as Cole's deputy.
In addition to daily teaching during the day, you have to lead the team into the streets of Los Angeles for practical training at night.
Occasionally, they can also encounter a mysterious whereabouts, who like to wear sunglasses at night.
Originally, the Pentagon military wanted to give Cole a formal establishment, but he refused.
...
The fifty-fourth day.
The streets of Los Angeles at night are no different from the past.
The wandering drunkard, the extreme girl who seeks customers, the sneaky fan dealer.
In the dark and damp dirty alley, the blood-sucking species who could not restrain the bloodthirsty impulse hid behind the trash can, sharing food with the tragically dead hobo.
Brightly lit, the top of a tall building that is drunk and adored.
One silhouette can be vaguely seen standing on the edge of the building.
In the night breeze, the black windbreaker swayed gently, and the unburned cigarette was scarlet, like the only starlight under the night.
"Please! I really don't know where he is hiding!"
"Joseph's whereabouts are secretive, no one knows where he is hiding!"
Two hapless guys tied back to back by rope, like bait hanging on a fish hook, are strung on a steel pipe, exposed outside the building, and experience the bitter cold wind high in the sky at night.
Boom!
After a gunshot.
One of them turned into flying ashes in the roaring blood flames.
The crotch of another blood-sucking species was soaked in yellow water, crazy yelled, "Butcher! For the sake of God, please, I really don’t know where Joseph is hiding!
Don't talk about me, even his cronies don't know! Please, let me go!"
"Don't you know?"
Bang.
The gunfire sounded again.
I heard the mechanically synthesized sound after the evolution was completed.
Cole put his hands in his coat pockets and wanted to light a cigarette, but found that the cigarette case was empty.
took a deep breath, overlooking the stunning night view of the City of Angels.
After a while of silence.
Perhaps, it's time to leave.
'system, leave Blade world. '
Thank you for the breeze and fireworks, sorry to mistake you, Inner Mongolia fatty, sofa cushion for your rewardWuhu