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Chapter 47 Detaining Dracula ([-])
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the tarmac of a high-rise building in Manhattan.

Deathstroke in black and yellow armor descends from the helicopter.

Beside him is his agent, a minority in a striped suit.

The death knell-like safe house is managed by this agent.

There are some important safe houses that this broker doesn't know about either.

"This is the target to be dealt with tonight. Before you came, someone had already cleaned up the vampire lair."

The agent said.

Deathstroke didn't speak. He had done his homework in advance, and now he took a second look and decided: "Go to the first place."

"Ok."

After handing over the car keys to Death Knell, the manager left.

Deathstroke hits the elevator.

He glanced at the time, it was eleven fifteen.

The first killing will end at [-]:[-], followed by the second killing.

Deathstroke went through the plan in his mind, and after finding that there was no problem, he went downstairs, opened the car, and left here.

Deathstroke's time is precious, his time is a check redeemable for gold!
Eleven at night.

Frank got up from the hospital bed, he clenched his weapon silently.

Zhao Song stood behind him. The broken ribs on his body recovered completely under the treatment of the Five Emperors Calamity Talisman.

Blade Runner is a facial paralysis.

The punisher is a "dumb" who cherishes words like gold.

This person who can beat has a weird temper?
The blade warrior saw Frank, and Zhao Song looked at the two strong men.

From the outside, the blade fighter is much more fierce than Frank.

As for the question of who is stronger between the two, Zhao Song is not too sure. He flicked his sleeves and put the phone in front of him.

He is waiting for the call.

When the phone rings, they can act.

……

Night falls.

It is different from the brightly lit business district and the central area.

The suburbs of New York are also bleak.

No light, no light, no one.

Three no.

Especially this chemical plant.

Dracula struggled out of the chemical factory's office house in pain, with wounds all over his body.

These wounds are slowly healing.

Pay attention to two words, slow.

He's immortal, but his wounds don't heal as fast as Wolverine's.

Not even Deadpool.

These weapons that have been blessed by holy objects have done too much damage to him.

Although it is said that if it is another person, even the elders of the thirteen clans will be turned into ashes after being subjected to so many sacred objects.

He was safe and sound, which already speaks for his terror.

But Dracula still felt pain, he felt that his strength should be more than that.

"Maybe, I should look for the Dark God Book."

Dracula knows where his power comes from.

He wants to find this magical tome of black magic and draw power from it.

But first, he wanted to bring the little girl back, complete the contract with the devil, and get the benefits they promised.

"Take a rest tonight."

He came outside the chemical plant. In his chemical plant, he was one of the few surviving members of the Vampire Presbyterian Church.

Three people in total.

These three vampires didn't have much strength, they seemed like frightened rabbits, they were afraid of any trouble.

Dracula didn't even bother to talk to them, he needed blood, fresh blood.

The cold storage behind is open.

Inside are living people who have been injected with tranquilizers one after another.

Many are children and women.

"Why are there so many goods now?"

Dracula asked dissatisfied.

The people in the Presbyterian Church behind sighed and said: "Our factories in other places have been attacked, and now so many are still our prey kidnapped from the surrounding streets."

The Presbyterian Church is also very wronged.

When Dracula did not come, the elders were safe and sound, and nothing happened.

But after Dracula mastered the Presbyterian Church.

In just a few days, the influence of the Presbyterian Church in New York was uprooted.

All the old faces of the Presbyterian Church are missing!
This is a real disaster star.

But they only dared to slander these words, and they didn't dare to really say it. If they really said it, they were afraid that they would be killed by Dracula.

"Is that right?"

Dracula said, he came to a little girl and sucked her into a fuck!

He didn't intend to stay alive.

He sensed the danger, and since he sensed the danger, he decided to leave now.

The living people here are all absorbed, regardless of the future.

His speed was very fast, and after 15 minutes, the wounds on his body healed a lot.

Coming out of the cold storage, he breathed out a mouthful of frost.

He felt good, and it seemed that it was time for him to complete the deal with the devil.

It's just that he's weird.

What about the rest of the elders?

Behind Dracula, bats flew around continuously, and red light appeared in his eyes, and he began to scan the entire chemical plant.

He sensed something was wrong.

Suddenly, a fat monster with short limbs rushed towards him.

Dracula punched the monster out, but unexpectedly, the monster turned into a grimace and burrowed into his body.

"Go away!"

Dracula turned into a thick fog, trying to peel off this grimace, but who knew that this grimace was like a tarsal maggot, and it didn't look like it wanted to go out at all.

As a last resort, he used black magic to expel it.

Compared with his old predecessor, the Atlantean archmage who transformed him into a vampire, Dracula's attainments in black magic are not worth mentioning.

He couldn't even exert almost [-]% of the power of that black magic.

Of course, this also has something to do with Sithorn not paying much attention to him. If Dracula is replaced by Wanda the Scarlet Witch, then the black magic he is displaying now can definitely change the world.

Dracula expelled the greedy ghost from his body, no matter how dull he was, he knew he had been attacked.

His bat was flying around the chemical plant, but there was still no trace of the enemy.

"who are you?"

Dracula suppressed his anger, and shouted into the surrounding air: "Whose apostle are you? Who taught you that you dare to provoke the master of vampires, the immortal Dracula!"

He said around.

However, no one answered him.

After a while, several mummified corpses fell from the sky, and several vampire elders who were missing in front of them fell hard on the ground.

"Ah, vampires smell really good."

Someone said in the dark.

Dracula's eyes looked over, and saw a man in a toga with long sleeves walking towards him from the darkness.

The Vampire Grand Duke's complexion was very ugly.

After he saw Zhao Song, he burst into anger.

"Grandmaster, I didn't come to you, you came to me!"

He said viciously, and the nails on his hands popped out like sharp knives.

Like a cat's paw.

It's a pity that there are no cute kittens.

On the other side, somewhere, a sniper rifle equipped with a silencer flashed a faint flame, and the bullet pierced towards Dracula's forehead.

Dracula didn't dodge, he staggered.

Casually, he reached out and pulled out a steel core bullet from his temple.

"Grandmaster, I gave you a chance to live. When I went to catch the little girl, you left far away, and you might escape with your life.

But you don't.

What a pity. "

He dropped the steel core bullet on the ground, and said with a crisp sound: "Now, the opportunity is gone, you are going to die."

(End of this chapter)