The strong man of national art in the United States

Chapter 111 Breakthrough
"Wesley, go!"

Whistler roared like crazy, and at the same time, the AK rifle he held tightly in his hand sprayed gunfire wantonly, and the bullets detonated by the gunpowder left a series of thread waves in the air, blasting away pieces of the vampire's flesh and blood.With Whistler's ferocious smirk, the god of death came from hell, waving the scythe of death.

Hundreds of vampires came from all directions. They seemed to be sharks smelling blood, showing bloodthirsty and crazy expressions, and surrounded Wesley in the middle.

Wesler had a solemn expression, and the vampires who kept surrounding him put him under great pressure.Facing the endless vampires, he didn't know whether he could successfully break out with this seriously injured body.

kill!

A fierce look flashed in Wesley's eyes. He held a gun in one hand and a sword in the other. With the waving of his arms, the piercing sword light flickered beside him, chopping off the sharp claws one by one.

The battered vampire wailed back, exposing the space, but it was quickly filled by the vampires that kept coming.The battle line continued to stretch, from the depths of the manor to the gate, and countless vampires were eliminated along the way.

"Wesley, here! Come here!"

Calling, Whistler opened the way for Wesley with his rifle.

Wesley cut off the sharp claws in front of him with a sword, then raised his pistol, and fired all the bullets instantly, knocking down all the vampires who were intercepted in front, ignoring additional shots, Wesley shot straight from the vampire's body Step over and break out from the encirclement that was torn apart with great difficulty.

"Quick, get in the car!"

Whistler was ecstatic, but because of the urgency of the situation, there was no room for further explanation, so he led Wesley back while fighting, and came to a motorcycle.

The whole body of the motorcycle is silver and white, and its streamlined structure makes it exude a unique charm.

Of course, now is not a good time to praise the motorcycle. As an old friend for many years, Wesley is familiar with every part of it. He still remembers that before this operation, he also carried out a comprehensive maintenance.

Wesley stepped on the motorcycle without hesitation, and then quickly ignited the engine.With the low roar of the engine, a giant beast was roaring wantonly.

Wesley said calmly, "Teacher, get in the car."

Hearing this, Whistler slammed the already hot rifle on the ground heavily. Looking at the madly rushing vampire, a venomous look flashed in his cloudy eyeballs.

"Let me leave them another gift!"

He didn't leave in a hurry, and saw Whistler unloading the backpack methodically, showing a mocking look at the vampires, and then with both arms, he threw the backpack high and smashed it at the vampires that kept coming.

With one last thing done, Whistler sprinted onto his motorcycle.That movement, that speed, is totally different from that of a lame old man over fifty.

Whistler stabilized his body in the car, and immediately whispered angrily in Wesley's ear: "Go!"

Hearing this, West didn't say a word, but quickly started the motorcycle, and the exhaust pipe sprayed out flames, generating a strong driving force, and the speed was raised to the limit in an instant.

The two of them shot out like cannonballs in a car. The speed was so fast that they left afterimages along the way.

And the vampire who was chasing after him uttered unwilling roars at the distant figure, one after another, which made people shudder.

However, without waiting for them to pursue again, the next second, a sudden change occurred.

Bang! ! !
There was an earth-shattering loud noise, like a thunder coming from the sky, purifying the world.

In the center of the vampires gathered here, tens of catties of explosives were detonated in an instant, the energy contained in it exploded, and the flames shot up into the sky, high enough to melt steel, and instantly enveloped all the vampires within a radius of tens of meters. must not escape.

Those who were close, were eroded into ashes by the infinite light and heat energy without even making a wail.And those who were far away, their bodies became fragmented, and at the same time, they were wrapped in raging flames, and within a minute, they turned into coke amid heart-piercing screams.Indistinctly, a strange smell of meat diffused in the scorching air.

At night, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Queens.

An incandescent lamp radiated light and heat, illuminating the messy room extremely brightly.

"Hold on, it's the last one."

The dry and low voice hit the wall, echoing continuously.

Under the light, on a narrow iron bed, Wesley was lying flat on it, his muscles trembling slightly, bean-sized beads of sweat kept oozing from under his skin, his white teeth bit the crumpled towel, and in his throat There were continuous low growls.

Beside Wesley, Whistler was sweating profusely, but he didn't care to wipe his forehead, but concentrated on the movement of his hands.

Wesley was injured in multiple places all over his body, including more than [-] knife wounds, claw wounds, and gunshot wounds, large and small.Now, only a gunshot wound to the thigh remains untreated.

Wearing milky white doctor gloves, Whistler held a pair of tweezers in each hand, used the tweezers in his left hand to expand the constricted muscles as much as possible, and probed into the flesh and blood with the tweezers in his right hand, looking for the remaining bullet.

"found it!"

Whistler was overjoyed, he clamped the bullet carefully, and then took it out swiftly.

The yellow standard bullets still had blood and muscle fibers left on them.Whistler glanced at it, sighed, and threw the bullets into the tray at hand.

In the tray, seven or eight identical bullets were lying there quietly, falling into a deep sleep.

Applying medicine, bandaging, all the actions are done in one go.

It took an hour and a half for all the wounds to be treated.

Whistler breathed slowly and slumped on the chair, holding a cigarette in one hand and wine in the other.

"Teacher, you have worked hard."

Wesley on the bed was almost covered with medical gauze. If one was not careful, he would really be regarded as a mummy.Such a scene seemed both funny and heavy.

Whistler sighed heavily again, the cigarette between his fingers flickered as he sucked on it.

"Wesley, you almost won't come back this time, you know?

You will not be as lucky every time as you are today, I hope you can learn from this and stop acting recklessly. "

Wesley accepted Whistler's criticism in silence, his dark face now looked pale due to excessive blood loss.

Whistler took another big gulp of wine, and the cold whiskey flowed down his throat to his stomach. The double stimulation of temperature and alcohol instantly refreshed him.

"Have you found anything?

After suffering such a serious injury, if there is no gain at all, then it is really a loss! "

Whistler's question made Wesley smile wryly.He shook his head slightly and sighed, "Dickon isn't there, he might have already moved away!"

(End of this chapter)