The strong man of national art in the United States

Chapter 108 Decision (Ask for tickets at the beginning of the month!)

Old Neil's eyes were blurred, and the scenery he saw seemed to be shrouded in a layer of veil, filled with smoke, like falling into a dream.

At the same time, Old Neil's thoughts gradually emptied, slowly rising, and finally arrived at a place of chaos, without light, without darkness, without sound, and without wind.

Under Wesley's close watch, Old Neil's state changed every second until he was sluggish, with unconscious groans from his mouth.

Suddenly, Wesley snapped, "Who are you? What's your name?"

An unclear voice came from Old Neil's mouth: "I am a vampire, and my name is Neil."

Hearing this, Wesley's joy was beyond words.Before, he was a little worried about whether the veritaserum potion made overnight by the two young people would have any real effect, but now it seems that the effect is excellent.

Wesley nodded in satisfaction, and then began the interrogation of Old Neil.

"How long have you been in New York?"

"15 is old."

"Then what have you been doing for the past 15 years?"

"Secretly develop blood descendants and accumulate strength."

"Why do this?"

"..."

"Say!"

"It's...it's Boss Dickon's arrangement."

"Dickon? What's his plan?"

"I don't know, he never said it."

"Now that Deacon is in New York, does that mean the project is nearing completion?"

"I don't know, I don't know!"

"How did you become a subordinate? Why do you ask someone who doesn't know who you are!" Wesley lowered his head and cursed a few times in a low voice, but he also understood that, judging by Dickon's cunning, it was impossible to reveal too much A secret to his subordinates.

After calming down, Wesley returned to his original calm state.

"When did Dickon come to New York?"

"A half month ago."

"Then what exactly did he do after he came?"

"I don't know, Dickon has been acting alone, and will not be followed."

"Damn it!" Wesley resisted the urge to punch Old Neil to death, and continued to ask patiently.

"Has Dickon asked you to do anything since he came?"

"Help him collect some information, architectural information."

"Building?" Wesley murmured suspiciously, but he couldn't think of any mystery in it, so he had to give up.

"One last question," Wesley tried to stabilize the vibration of his voice, held his breath, and asked in a voice that did not contain a trace of personal emotion: "Dickon, where is he now?"

"Is...is..." Old Neil obviously hesitated, his face showed a tangled look, obviously this question made him very painful.

Old Neil's changes were noticed by Wesley, but he didn't care too much, and hurriedly urged: "Tell me, where is Dickon, tell me!"

Maybe it was Wesley's sharp yelling that played a role, or maybe it was the improved version of the veritaserum that was so effective. Old Neil struggled for another three seconds, and finally, he revealed Dickon's hiding place .

"Dickon is at xxxx's manor."

"The manor of xxxx?" Wesley repeated silently, then smiled.

"Very good, old Neil, you finally didn't disappoint me."

Old Neil, who was firmly chained to the cross symbolizing light, suddenly woke up, sweating profusely, as if he had just bathed in the water.

Old Neil was panting heavily, he still didn't understand what happened just now, anyway, during this period of time his memory was blank.

Old Neil only remembered that after Wesley entered the room, he said that there was a way to get him to speak, such as borrowing the power of science, using Veritaserum, etc. It was simply... making the ghost laugh!

Haha, Veritaserum?What the hell is veritaserum?Ha~ha~ha...

Veritaserum! ?

Old Neil's eyes suddenly widened, he raised his head abruptly, and immediately met those eyes full of sarcasm.

In an instant, Old Neil understood everything. Even if he didn't have that memory, he basically understood what happened.

"You know it all?"

Vaguely, Wesley actually heard the sound of teeth grinding.Strange, it's obvious that every one of his fangs has been pried off!
"Yes, what you said is very clear. I have a good memory and have written it all down." Wesley folded his hands and showed a sneer.

"So what?" Old Neil was deeply stimulated, and roared hysterically, "What can you change if you know! Wesley, I admit that you are an excellent fighter, but you are absolutely impossible Win. The elite vampire warriors are gathered there, and they will suck every drop of blood from your body with their fangs and tear you to pieces!"

However, Wesley just waved his hands in front of him to show his disgust: "Please don't spray your saliva on me, oh, it's really disgusting!"

After finishing speaking, Wesley dropped a contemptuous look, ignored Old Neil's roar again, turned around neatly, and walked out of the room.

One door means two worlds.

After coming out, Wesley's face was full of heavyness.Old Neil was right. His strength has a limit, not the kind of strength that breaks through the stars. If he confronts a large number of elite vampires head-on, the chance of victory is almost zero.

Could it be, do you want to find some foreign aid?

Involuntarily, the shadows of Li Yang and the other three emerged in Wesley's mind.

But then Wesley shook his head violently twice to expel the thought from his mind.

Wesley is still the unruly existence that has made countless vampires fearful - Daywalker/Blade Warrior!No matter how many vampires there are, the knife in his hand will still not break.

Standing quietly under the wall, Wesley was not pulled out of that emotion until a soft drink.

"Wesley, I fixed your gun, come and have a look."

"Oh, here we come!"

Responding loudly, Wesley took firm and powerful steps and walked towards the studio.

"Next, your gun!"

Saying that, Whistler threw the phone away from a long distance.

Wesley's eyes were fixed, and he immediately stretched out his hand, holding the phone precisely in his hand.

After fiddling around for a while, Wesley put the pistol back on his waist.

"Why, can it be used without trying?"

"No, I believe in your craftsmanship and have never let me down."

Wesley's inadvertent compliment made Whistler very useful.

"By the way, teacher, I've already found out about Dickon's hiding place from old Neil. Today, I want to try it."

Whistler was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood: "What is the effect of that veritaserum potion?"

Wesley nodded: "Yes, one shot works."

"But..." The three deep forehead lines on Whistler's old face showed his mood at the moment, "Do you think Dickon will not be well prepared? You raided the vampire bar last night, but there are many A fish that slipped through the net.

I'm sure by now Dickon knows you're in New York.

It's quite possible that Deacon has escaped from his hiding place, or has gathered a large number of vampires waiting for you to fall into his trap. "

"I understand." Wesley paused, and then added: "I am very aware of the danger involved, but you know me best, teacher. If I don't go and see it myself, I won't feel at ease."

Hearing this, Whistler nodded heavily: "Since you must go, then make the best preparations.

Also, I'll meet you outside, just like before. "

Wesley was taken aback for a moment, then said anxiously: "Teacher, you..."

Whistler interrupted directly with a wave of his hand: "Wesley, I'm not too old to move my hands and feet.

Don't forget, you are a student taught by me, and I am also an excellent vampire hunter! "

After a long silence, Wesley faced Whistler's resolute eyes and showed a bright smile: "Working with the teacher, we will be invincible!"

Hearing this, Whistler also laughed: "Then prepare quickly, let me tell you, this time I brought a lot of good equipment, enough to deal with the group of vampires!"

After finishing speaking, Whistler waved his hand and led Wesley towards the arsenal staggeringly.

(End of this chapter)