The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 261
The damage caused by the special silver nitrate bullet to the vampire was fatal. The wound on the congressman's shoulder kept gushing out stinky blood, and the amount of bleeding increased with his body size.

After a few breaths, puddles of blood had already accumulated under his feet. The slightly corrosive turbid blood completely dissolved the handmade carpet, and even continuously seeped into the marble floor, stirring up a lot of dense air bubbles.

The severe pain made the half-human, half-bat blood lose his mind. He howled, his red eyes were full of cruelty.

The bat monster stared at Deadpool in the long and narrow corridor, its fleshy wings with gray-brown fluff fluttered endlessly, and the strong wind caused everyone around to bow down to stabilize their figures.

Screams came and went, some members of the House of Commons knew about the existence of the Blood Race, but some members of the backbench were not informed because the rank was too low and the grade was not enough—they were just like the audience in front of the TV, caught in a difficult situation. In depressive panic.

Thick blood mist filled the body of the bat monster, and the surging blood flowed and jumped around him like thunder and lightning. Suddenly, he disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, the bat monster had already rushed in front of Deadpool, and the sharp claws on the tip of the fleshy wings slashed down fiercely.

Deadpool blew a frivolous whistle, pointed his toes, and stood up from the ground, narrowly avoiding the opponent's attack.

"Actually, I'd rather call myself Blade than V for Vendetta."

Deadpool complained lazily, his figure drew a semi-circular arc in mid-air, and crossed the top of the bat monster.

He stretched out his palms and slapped the Bat Monster's shoulders, and with the help of the reaction force, he raised it a bit higher. At the same time, he took out two katana swords from under the cloak, and held them lightly against the Bat Monster's neck.

bass!
The acceleration of gravity brought about by the fall caused the two samurai swords to be deeply wedged into the neck of the bat monster, the sharp blades gleaming with cold light

Blocked by the hard bones of the Bat Monster, no matter how hard it is to advance.

"cut."

Deadpool spat in dissatisfaction, threw down his double blades, turned around suddenly, hugged the half-cut neck of the Batmon with both hands, and twisted it hard.

Like breaking a twist, the flesh and bones at the neck of the bat monster were twisted together by brute force, leaving only a shallow layer of flesh and nerves connecting the head and body.

The crackling sound caused by the bones squeezing and colliding with each other is jaw-dropping. What's even more frightening is that the bat monster is still not dead, and is still using its sharp claws and blood energy to try to cause damage to Deadpool.

"Is the vitality so strong?"

Deadpool couldn't help but widen his eyes. He held the bat monster's head and twisted it constantly, while dragging the bat monster to slide down the aisle of the conference hall, leaving a long and intermittent trail of blood.

Finally, the head of the bat monster was removed, and the huge body nearly three meters stopped struggling needlessly, blocking the aisle like a scrapped car.

Panting heavily, Deadpool threw the huge head in his hand into the air, and landed precisely on the table of Prime Minister Rachel Ross.

The strong female Prime Minister remained calm, despite the shaking legs, despite the beating heart, she still stared coldly at the V for Vendetta, leaving the last trace of decency for the British Empire.

And Constantine, facing the camera, said in a deep voice: "Look, this country has been invaded and corrupted by blood clans. They not only walk in the mortal world, but also live high above temples.
They manipulate the power of the country, control the mouthpiece of the media, suppress the development of people's wisdom, and even lead beasts to eat people, committing all kinds of appalling crimes.

The public welfare non-governmental organizations active around the world are domestic dogs raised by blood clans, responsible for making excuses for blood clan masters to intervene in the situation in the Middle East;

The international human trafficking organization is a domestic animal raised by the blood clan, responsible for providing private slaves for the blood clan lords to satisfy their darkest and dirty fantasies;
Even the bureaucratic system of the British Empire itself is a shepherd dog raised by blood clans, responsible for domesticating the people for the blood clan lords and fooling those ignorant and sad untouchables.

Complicated and cumbersome entertainment products are the poison produced by the blood clan. They let us indulge in the happiness of the virtual world and anesthetize the stimulation brought by cultural products;

The lackluster electoral system is a psychedelic drug inspired by blood clans. They let us indulge in the dream of democratic elections, imagining that the next successor to the British Empire will make new changes-but this is shit!The slogans promised by politicians in the Western world when they came to power have always been lies!They are just drawing blueprints one after another, let us continue to behave in our own way, and continue to be ignorant lambs honestly!

Feminism!Homosexuality!Animal protectionism!Environmentalism!Religious equality!Equality of human rights!
The white-left thinking that includes all the above elements is just a sleeping pill used by the blood race to poison our spirits!
They raised us up to be fraternal and benevolent saints, let us practice self-loathing, self-castration, abolish the death penalty, tolerate those rapes and murderers, and turn a blind eye to the screams of the victims! "

Constantine roared angrily: "In the hands of the blood race, the white left thought is a blunt knife that cuts flesh. It deprives us Anglo-Saxons of blood and wildness in our hearts, and keeps us docile and Be foolish, stay humble and lowly!
I've had enough of the lies, and I decided to fight back. "

At the same time, several helicopters hovered over the outer edge of the Houses of Parliament, and the rapidly rotating propeller blades caused waves on the Thames River.

The light of the searchlight was like a sharp sword tearing through the long night, and the surrounding area of ​​the Capitol was blocked by British police and military vehicles who came after hearing the news.

The London residents who were wandering around gradually approached, looking around at the outermost edge of the military blockade, holding up their mobile phones to take pictures continuously, the flash was as bright as day, and the shutter sounded one after another.

The police officers in uniform yelled at the crowd to disperse. Their ferocious faces made it impossible to doubt that these police officers, who were at the critical point of tension, would use rubber batons to describe what it means to "cook your own oil".

And in the cabin of those helicopters, the snipers wearing windproof goggles supported their arms with slings, pointed their cold muzzles at the chamber of the House of Commons on the second floor of the Capitol, and the infrared night vision device clearly showed that everyone in the hall personal location.

Wind direction, wind speed, relative distance, degree of turbulence of the helicopter, angle of refraction of the glass. All the data are arranged and combined in the mind to establish cumbersome and complicated equations.

The elite soldier from the British Special Air Service Regiment SAS stopped chewing gum, with the tip of his tongue salivating, and whispered into the headset: "Request to shoot."

Operational command issued an order: "Approve shooting."

As a result, the trigger was pulled, the bullet rubbed against the rifling, and with the flames gushing from the muzzle, it rushed towards the chamber of the House of Commons.

The long and narrow bullet chiseled out its trajectory, passed through the humid air above the Thames, passed through the stained glass, and bombarded Constantine, who was holding the Speaker of the House of Commons hostage.

"Even if I am dead and nailed in a coffin, I will cry out in the grave with this rotten vocal cord."

boom!
The bullet from the powerful sniper rifle hit Constantine's chest, interrupting his words and causing him to fall backwards.

At the same time, the door of the chamber of the House of Commons was forcibly smashed open by a battering ram, and heavily armed soldiers held guns and poured firepower at Deadpool in the aisle.

Deadpool just took a deep look at them, rolled up his cloak, blocked the torrent of bullets with thin cloth, and stepped back.

He picked up Constantine, whose life and death were unknown, and pressed the watch button, and a complicated and complicated magic array rose from his feet. The two disappeared, leaving only a messy conference hall.

There are two weeks left until November [-]th.

(End of this chapter)