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Mike witnessed the Night Werewolf tearing apart a vampire.The word bloody is not enough to describe that scene.

There were stumps of limbs and colorful entrails everywhere.

One thing that was strange was that these dead vampires didn't turn to ashes immediately.

"He was left alive." Mike found that the Night Werewolf was angry, but his vision was clear, and his sanity was obviously eroded by animal nature - this was a bit remarkable.

The vampire cornered was the only survivor, and the guy was scared to death.

literal meaning.

A pool of yellow water flowed from his crotch.

For the first time, Mike learned that vampires also excrete.

Strange knowledge was added.

When you think vampires are mysterious, elegant, and noble, imagine Dracula being constipated and squatting on the toilet with a hideous look, and you probably won't have any inexplicable admiration.The same applies to your man or woman.The best place for creatures like idols to survive is in fantasy.When you think that idols can also eat, drink, and poop and continue to worship them, it is probably because they have been severely beaten by society and have matured.

Of course, Mike didn’t know if Dracula was constipated, so he had the chance to ask in person.

Blade asked the frightened vampire, "Where is Dracula?"

The vampire shook his head desperately.

"Don't tell me?!" Daofeng glared sharply and was about to draw his sword and send him on his way.

Mike silently pulled the blade.

"How could he, a little guy, know the whereabouts of Dracula?" Mike turned to ask the vampire little guy, "Right? Yes, just nod. Calm down, okay? Inhale~exhale~, are you feeling better? ?”

The vampire nodded frantically and took a deep breath.

Mike said: "You must have seen that my friend is quite irritable, so it's best to tell everything you know, otherwise the fate of your accomplice will be..."

Mike turned sideways and presented the bloody scene before his eyes again.

The little guy's legs twitched, almost causing his prostate to explode.He dared to say, "I won't say a word unless you let me go."

"Okay. Does he know who it is?" Mike thought for a while and pointed to the blade.

"Got it, Blade."

"It will be easier if you know his reputation. Use his credibility to guarantee it."

Only then did the little guy reveal what he knew.

It turns out that the people in charge of this warehouse are a human police detective named Martin and Danica Carlos's Asian vampire Viago.

The minions are often responsible for "delivering meals" to big shots. They know that there is a building in the city center that has a particularly high security level and that big shots often come and go.

"Oh, thank you." Mike smiled.

"Can I leave?" the minion asked cautiously.

"That's okay with me," Mike said.

The little guy just wanted to get up.

The dark muzzle was aimed at his head.

Blade takes action.

"You said you wouldn't kill me!" the minion shouted.

"Yeah, I won't kill you, and I don't have any problem with you leaving." Mike smiled.

"I have an opinion!" Dao Feng grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"He swears on your credibility." The little guy was still struggling.

"Haha, unfortunately, I never talk about credibility with vampires. If I had to have a number, it would definitely be a negative number." Blade pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the little gangster between the eyebrows, and his last thought was: "A bunch of liars!"

Haha, Rule [-] of the rules for primary school students in the rotten country: "Bad people can cheat."

Even primary school students know something, but do we still need to focus on it?

Sirens sounded outside.

Blade asked Mike: "Did you call the police?"

Mike shook his head: "How is that possible? My mind is not broken."

Morbius raised his hand: "I think I triggered the alarm when I opened the door."

Blade: "..., you didn't tell me earlier."

Mike clapped his hands: "It must be the Hagui clan named Martin. It's just a good time to solve it together, so as to save you a trip later."

The minions turned out many Haguis, including rich men, police detectives, lawyers, reporters, professors, celebrities, politicians... all of them were social elites.These people unite and use them to deal with civilians, easily covering the sky with one hand.

Dao Feng said: "That's right, but Martin is from the Hagui clan, and his subordinates may not be, so try to be merciful."

Mike likes the word "try to". When the Virgin Bitch is here, he will definitely use words like "must" and "must".

Damn, there are also American policemen with live ammunition on the opposite side.

Mike agreed.

Morbius and Night Werewolf didn't have any objections either.

Blade suddenly remembered: "You have been thinking about it for a long time. Are you really considering letting that vampire go?"

Mike laughed: "How is that possible? I'm the ADC. It's normal for people to be cautious."

Blade: "..., although I don't understand what you are talking about, I am sure you are talking nonsense. Okay, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Night Werewolf took the lead, and Morbius took a step back and disappeared into the darkness.

People were quickly overwhelmed outside.

Mike casually knocked out a rookie policeman, only to realize that there were no more heads to pick from.

Looking at Blade, Night Werewolf, and Morbius, Morbius is the most efficient.He lurks in the shadows and is very knowledgeable about the anatomy of the human body - biochemist, so normal.Every time he showed up, at least one fell.

The Night Werewolf at the forefront attracted most of the firepower.However, ordinary bullets cannot break through the lush hair and tough skin.

Blade points a gun at Martin.

Martin is a bald black man, well-dressed and tidy. He looks like the kind of leader who sits in an office rather than fighting on the front lines.

If the vampire factory hadn't affected whether he could join the noble vampire clan in the future, Martin wouldn't have taken action himself.Unexpectedly, the car overturned.

Martin forced himself to calm down: "Who are you? You attacked the police. This is a federal felony..."

Mike rolled up Martin's sleeves, revealing the tattoo of the Hagui clan, "Can you please stop acting? The acting is too awkward and has no soul."

Martin was silent, "I won't say anything. If I say it, I'll be dead. You can't imagine how terrifying that is, and no one can stop him."

"Pfft!" Mike couldn't help laughing.

Capture a frog in the well.

"Oh." Blade fired directly, hitting Martin in the stomach.

Mike asked: "..., why did you shoot suddenly?"

Blade: "He said it, but he won't say anything."

Mike: "That's just a tough talk. As villains, tough talk is their style. It's just a tough talk. Also, if you want to kill someone, can you hit the vital part, the heart, the head... Just give it a shot, and treat it as a good deed."

Martin quickly raised his hand, indicating that he knew everything and that the shot missed his internal organs and could be saved.

Mike: "Haha."

How can such a person be so tough-mouthed if he is so afraid of death that he becomes a vampire's dog?Anyway, Mike thought it was a big joke.

Sure enough, he and Blade sang together, and Martin had a lot to say in two words.

Mike memorized more than twenty names, and the names listed above were those of the Hagui clan mentioned by Martin, all of whom were high-ranking members of the New York Police Department.

"So many?" Daofeng's expression changed.The New York Police Department is basically run by vampires.

Mike talked about the paper and said: "You can't trust these bureaucrats. There are probably ten Haguis out of the twenty or so, and the rest are probably Martin's enemies or stumbling blocks on his promotion path. Don't underestimate the power of bureaucrats and politicians. Shameless, they have regarded it as their instinct to eliminate their opponents."

Martin's expression changed.

Mike knew that he had guessed correctly. He smiled coldly: "The mechanism is too clever, but it is useless and one person will die."