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Chapter 16 Dracula's Request
Master Whistler watched the whole battle numbly.

He didn't expect these strong men to be so proficient in the process.

Shot, knocked out, grabbed the thigh and threw it out, all the processes flowed smoothly without hindrance.

It can be seen that they are very skilled in using this hand.

The appearance of these burly men can be deceiving.

Master Whistler thought that these strong men would use fists and kicks to fight openly and secretly.

It turned out not to be, they were threatening with firearms.

Zhao Song is no stranger to this, the human body is flawed, even Captain America, who has been injected with serum, has to rely on his own shield to block bullets.

He was hit by high-caliber bullets, and he would also be injured and bleed!

Even superhumans are afraid of bullets, let alone those humans who are not as good as Captain America.

No matter how confident Zhao Song was, he didn't dare to say that he could block the bullet. Even he couldn't block it. How could his disciples block the bullet?

So it's still a firearm.

Use martial arts to pile up your physical fitness to the extreme, and then use firearms to kill with one blow!
This is the martial arts philosophy of the gymnasium!
The men under him threw Constantine out, and Zhao Song looked at the blade warrior lying on the ground.

Blade's wounds healed.

His muscles were moving by themselves, "driving" the bullet out of his body.

"What an enviable body."

Zhao Song said, Whistler looked at Zhao Song with some horror, he always felt that these words had bad intentions.

It sounds like Grandmaster has other ideas.

But in fact, Zhao Song was really just praising the blade warrior's physical body.

The physical strength of the Blade Warrior is indeed not weak.

There are not many successful cases of the combination of vampires and humans.

Blade Runner is one of them, the most perfect one of them.

His physical body is simply superhuman.

Superman, beyond human, is not the Kryptonian in the newspaper.

The physical body of the Blade Warrior is naturally far inferior to that of the Kryptonians.

He read it a few days ago, and there is no reporter or writer named Clark in the Planetary Daily.

Superman should not have appeared yet.

I just don't know when the Kryptonian in the red cloak will appear in Metropolis.

In other words, Superman was not killed by Batman once.

If Superman is refined into a zombie...

Forget it, Zhao Song thinks it's better to forget it, this idea is outrageous, maybe he will become a mortician and a zombie superman in the future?
Is he greedy for Zombie Superman's heat vision, or is he greedy for Zombie Superman's frost breath, or does he think Zombie Superman has super vision and hearing?
This person has these abilities alive, but not necessarily after death.

He might as well refine his hairy stiffness honestly to the point where he can't even melt into bones.

He didn't believe that a jiao couldn't defeat some superheroes.

Zhao Song thought a little too much, and lost his mind for a while, he withdrew his mind and watched the blade warrior slowly get up from the ground.

Blade Runner is a battle-tested warrior, and importantly, he also has a big heart.

Even though he had just experienced life and death, he still had no expression on his face. Zhao Song felt that the nerves on this brother's face had been paralyzed by the toxin, causing him to have no expression anymore.

He always has a grim face.

The blade warrior is also in a very complicated mood. He feels that he is very good and his body is very good.

Even the previous dark wounds and the bloodthirsty impulse that often appeared in the dark were suppressed.

That bowl of water is really useful.

Although he didn't know it yet, this was the lowest form of that talisman.

Thinking of the incense stick he put in the censer, the eyes of the Blade Warrior hidden behind the sunglasses were complicated and difficult to understand.

"Master."

He bowed his head slightly in respect.

Zhao Song is not in a hurry, since we are all brothers, the relationship can still be cultivated slowly.

He didn't expect that with just a few words, everyone would be as close as brothers.

That's impossible.

Where in the world is there such a simple thing.

But it doesn't matter, feelings can be cultivated, and what should be done is still to be done.

Now that we are all brothers, blood brothers, why don't we settle accounts?

He smiled, showing his white teeth, and called Little John over to make tea.

When Little John left, Zhao Song leaned forward and approached the Blade Warrior and said, "My brother, please tell me now, how tenacious are the vitality of the vampires you hunted?

Can they run around again with a little blood after being drained of their vitality?
In other words, after sucking them dry, leaving them alone, those vampires will recover by themselves without any external intervention? "

……

Outside the midnight bar.

Natasha hovered here, and she felt that all the problems came from here.

Then she investigates from here.

He also got some clues recently, clues about the New York Inhuman Market.

The half-blooded angels and the hybrid demons didn't think about covering up these things, and those who are interested can know the result after a little investigation.

Not to mention, it was Natasha, a professional, who investigated this matter.

She felt that she was approaching a world she had never been close to before.

She subconsciously sensed the aura of danger.

……

Among the midnight bars.

There were two people sitting in front of Father Midnight.

One of them was a demon, whose whole body was hidden in the robe, not even showing his hands.

Judging from the constant squirming of his clothes, there was more than one demon hiding inside.

Father Midnight disliked the sulfur smell on him.

The whole house smells of sulfur.

As for the other man, he was dressed in Victorian gentleman's clothes, and his face was as white as lead.

This is a high-level vampire.

To be precise, he is the guy that the Blade Warrior is looking for, the Duke Dracula, nicknamed the Impaler.

When the vampire with a long history came back out of the rivers and lakes, the first person he wanted to meet was Father Midnight.

His nails looked like daggers, constantly dangling in the void.

Father Midnight looked at the two people sitting together and knew that things were in trouble.

Demons and vampires have joined forces.

This is the last thing he wants to see. Both demons and vampires belong to the dark side of creatures. The problem is that one of them is a creature in hell, and the other is a magical creature. Their relationship has never been good.

Join forces now, why?
What are they trying to do?
Father Midnight tried to find out the connection between them from their words.

Who is in the middle to bring the two together.

And Dracula's name, Dad Midnight has also heard of it, he is not a vampire hunter, but Dracula's name is very famous.

The strongest thing about Dracula is not his means, but his immortality.

In the era when the Holy See still ruled as a king, at that time the Holy See still had enough priests, enough troops, and enough means to deal with dark creatures.

They caught Dracula more than once.

The problem is that no matter what they do to Dracula, even destroy him, Dracula will come back alive.

His resurrection seems to be a manifestation of regularity.

Unless God himself does it, it is possible to really kill Dracula.

The problem is, even when the Holy See was at its strongest, no saint had ever seen God.

God seems to listen to his believers praying, but never answers their prayers.

In the end, the Holy See really had no choice but to choose a stupid way.

The Holy See chose to use silverware and crosses to crucify Dracula's limbs, block Dracula's heart, wrap Dracula in a saint's shroud, and finally stuff it into the sarcophagus.

They suppressed the sarcophagus under a certain old castle, forming a seal.

In this way, Dracula was physically sealed for hundreds of years.

Until he broke ground now.

Looking at the rising star in front of him, the black voodoo master, Dracula said: "Our request is not too much, we just hope that you can just sit on the sidelines during the next process of our annexation of New York.

We don't ask you to join us.

Our request is that after the next action, you don't want to interfere. This condition is not very difficult for you, right?
Father Midnight. "

(End of this chapter)