Chapter 288
Abandon the task actively.
Then let a professional smuggler personally destroy thousands of families, and the bastards who sell to the vampire world will get away with it?
Compared to this choice.
Cole is more inclined to blast his dog's head with one shot.
However.
Davel, who heard the wind, hid under the heavy security of New York City.
Before the action.
It will take some time to prepare.
For example, prepare ammunition, and then call the respected Mr. Davier Dennis to give him time to prepare the coffin and cemetery.
Inform relatives and friends of his future death.
Wrinkled frowned.
Fold the data into a box and stuff it into your pocket.
Whistler sitting in the front row said with a smile, "Wow, it looks like someone will be extremely unlucky next."
Three days later.
New York City, Manhattan.
A nightclub.
The former'great character', Daville Dennis, is now like an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth in a soundproof chamber equipped with a bulletproof layer.
Middle-aged baldness and fat figure, coupled with a friendly face full of affinity, make it difficult for people to associate him with dirty words like vampire and human trafficker.
In fact.
In Los Angeles.
Doctor Daville is a very well-known philanthropist and charitable person. He not only provides free medical care to homeless people, but even runs two charity orphanages under his name.
As for the reason behind it.
It goes without saying.
A young female vampire wrapped in a bathrobe, crawling on the bed with a glass of Cocktail in her hand, with a rather disdainful tone, complained, "It's been three days, Daville, that guy just called A phone call scared you like this.
It’s not that Blade is coming to trouble you, a human being, is this necessary?
We just have to bite, He just..."
The woman didn't finish her words.
Faced with the sudden violent violent Daville, he shut up hurriedly in fright.
"Shut up your stinky mouth! Bitch! What do you know?! I saw that bastard before he was killed in Los Angeles.
Return him Mom took a bite...
There are more vampires killed by him than you have eaten Dick! Do you understand?!
How useful is the guard?!"
Talking.
The fear of Cole gradually turned into rage.
Go over and grab the mixed-race female hair, pull it back hard, and roar face to face, "He called to kill me by name!
Kill me!
Did you hear that?!"
The first time I saw the usual gentle thoroughbred Daville, with such a big temper, a mixed-race girl who just came to make money, was scared to tears for a while.
She doesn't understand.
Isn't vampire a natural enemy of mankind?
Why are the purebreds of aloof and remote also scared like this?
This time.
A blood slave thug in a black suit opened the door and threw a young man tied up with a rope fiercely to the ground.
After being slightly nodded to Daville, the thugs closed the door and left.
After catching the person you want.
Daville loosened the girl's hair, walked quickly over, kicked, and the cloth strip and a few teeth stuck in the young man's mouth flew out in response.
Then squatted down, grabbed the hapless man by the neck, and roared hysterically, "Asshole——! Who asked you to catch the mother and son?! Tell me! Who is it?!"
The young man who had been beaten for a round, vomiting blood, said in a Russian accent, shivering, "Da...Doctor Daville, we don't know that they are the family of that person.
They live in a remote suburb, and the butcher was not there that day, so we will..."
"Just you **——! Idiot — pig — —Ahhh ——Fack!!"
The more I think about it, the more angry it gets.
Daville let go and kicked the young man's face violently, as if to turn his extreme fear of Cole into anger and vent.
He picked up the dinner plate and threw it down fiercely.
Then he fell on the sofa in a depressed posture of unrequited love, and squeezed his brows hard.
At this time.
The faint sound of gunfights, even when sitting in a soundproofed secret room, is still extremely harsh, fiercely stalking Daville's fragile nerves.
"Sheet..."
A shivered.
Get up suddenly from the sofa, take out the pistol hidden in the drawer, and load it forcefully.
Kick away the half-dead mixed-race youth who was beaten.
Shortness of breath.
Walk to the door, carefully open it to see the hidden window pane outside, and look out.
The frightened vampire species in the nightclub ran away, shouting in terror.
The sound of the fierce gun battle was deafening.
Under the dimly flickering spotlight, Daville witnessed two mercenaries armed with guns, their skulls shattered by bullets shot in the dark.
The pupils shrink suddenly.
Hurriedly closed the hidden pane, trying to escape Cole's pursuit by hiding here.
Time goes by every minute and every second.
Even the mixed-race girl who was talking loudly before, gradually realized that something was not quite right.
The sound of gunfights gradually weakened.
The messy sound gradually stopped.
Until everything is silent.
Putting on the baggy coat, the girl walked up to Wil, and asked in a low voice, "That person...won’t have already left, right?
It’s very secretive here. He looks for Not possible."
"Shut up! Coin pool! If you dare to make a sound, I will kill you!"
The words are finished.
Daville put his ear on the door, a wisp of cold sweat that shouldn't have appeared on vampire's face, and slipped off his sideburns.
I want to get as much information as possible from the outside world through sound.
This time.
He vaguely heard that there seemed to be a rumbling sound of a car engine.
Too late to distinguish.
I noticed that the sound source was approaching quickly.
complexion greatly changed, but it was too late to escape.
The door of the secret room was knocked open by a huge force.
Daville screamed suddenly and flew out.
The mixed-race girl curled up on the sofa was also scared and screaming.
The Land Rover cross-country rushed into the secret room, the ruthless ran over the dying vampire youth, and even because the chest cavity was squashed, there was no scream at all.
Then.
Under the gaze of Daville and the girl.
A man covered in blood and gunshot wounds opened the car door and walked down.
The blood-stained black trench coat on him, like the deepest nightmare, Daville will never forget.
Even if the lights are dim, you can't see the other person's face clearly.
But he was extremely sure.
This man.
It's Cole · Walker!
The fierce but famous fire knife butcher!
Throwing away the gun, hurriedly got up, and tremblingly explained, "Cole! Listen, it's all a misunderstanding, I simply don't know them..."
The words are finished.
Guns roar!
In the scarlet flame, Daville screamed, turned into burnt-out wreckage, and died instantly.
It is also at this time.
The mixed-race girl saw the person's face clearly, a man with a very cruel expression on his face covered in smoke and blood.
The survival instinct makes her get up in a hurry.
There is still time to beg for mercy in the future.
Cole indifferently said, "Come here."
The girl walked over timidly and stood under the dim dark blue spotlight rays of light.
"Humans?"
nodded.
Then shook his head hurriedly.
The gunfire sounded one after another.
In the flames and screams, the two mixed species turned into a burnt-out wreckage.