American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

Under Aaron's deliberate drive, the humanoid BBQ Quinn didn't hurt anyone. The slightest movement was a violent beating or a bullet, which drove Quinn almost crazy.

This place is almost legendary in CD City.

Super agents versus burnt weirdos or something.

Quinn just grabbed a blood bag that was being transfused under Aaron's deliberate waterproofing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, Aaron kicked him out of the third-floor window. He was as anxious as a bereaved dog and panicked as a fish that slipped through the net, and disappeared into the night.

"Blade?" Aaron looked out the window that Quinn broke, stretched out his earphones, and contacted Blade.

"I see it, and you can see me."

Sure enough, the roar of Aaron's familiar V8 engine came, and a black modified muscle car appeared from the corner.

Aaron also jumped directly from the window. He landed lightly at a height of seven or eight meters. The muscle car just braked and stopped next to Aaron.

A real super agent.

A high-rise apartment, a penthouse mansion.

"Boss Dickon! Blood, blood! I want blood!"

It barely returned to medium rare, but still looked at Quinn who looked like a ghost, shouting noisily despite the teasing and contempt of a group of sharp-toothed young people here.

"Oh, Quinn, how did it get so bad?"

A young white man with an evil face and an arrogant expression asked with "sympathy" on his face while holding a beautiful girl who was almost lying on him and looking at him with a fascinated expression.

"Boss Dickon, it's Blade. He, he also has a helper, a strange face."

Quinn stared at the beautiful girl lying in Deacon Frost's arms. His eyes were full of greed, but it was not the greed of wanting to wrestle with passion and sweat together, but the greed of the evil wolf when he saw the little fat sheep. He swallowed hard and couldn't speak smoothly.

Deacon showed no sign of being annoyed at all. Instead, he grinned and roughly pushed the beautiful girl in his arms to the ghost-like Quinn. He even comforted her with words: "Thank you for your hard work, Quinn."

The beautiful girl suddenly woke up and went from infatuation to disgust that she dared not speak out, but she still had to put on a smile.

"Thank you, Boss Deacon!" Quinn stuck out his bright red tongue, with an "I'm about to start" look, and licked the beautiful girl's white and smooth neck hard, and a layer of goosebumps immediately appeared on her delicate skin. .

However, at this moment, the fire protection system suddenly sounded an alarm, followed by a direct spray of water.

Then, just like a scene at a blood party, bursts of green smoke began to appear from almost everyone here.

"Ouch! Boss, Blade, it's him again!"

Quinn, who was medium-rare, started to cry a little when she saw the steam rising from the burnt skin again. How could this bastard never finish his torment!

Quinn's anger arose in his heart, and he was full of evil. He roared wildly, opened his big mouth, and bit the neck of the beautiful girl who felt something was wrong in his arms and started to struggle!

But there was a sudden pop, and a hole was suddenly punched in the glass curtain wall.

Then Quinn's head shattered into a rotten watermelon with a "pia!", and then suddenly turned into a human-shaped firework, then a black skeleton and gray ash flying in the sky.

There was also a small capsule-shaped object that fell to the ground from where it was originally in Quinn's body. It was a GPS locator.

"Fah..."

When Deacon Frost saw this situation, he yelled like a cat with exploded fur. But just as he made a move, there was another popping sound, and Deacon's head followed in Quinn's footsteps. Instantly turned into Rotten Watermelon No. 2.

Then a set of standard procedures for humanoid fireworks until the ashes fly away.

"Deacon!"

A blonde beauty with dreadlocks and smoke all over her body was extremely frightened and called Dickon's name with a mixture of grief and anger.

Then Rotten Watermelon No. 3, plus the standard process, you know.

"One, two, or three vampires are all covered in smoke and in pain. I'm here to help with one, two, or three shots..."

Aaron, who was lying on the roof of a high-rise building in the distance and setting up his gun, looked at the smoking vampires in the sniper scope and turned them into human-shaped fireworks one by one. He softly hummed the tune of ten little Indian boys.

Aaron and the Blades tracked Quinn here and came to hold the second fireworks party.

Just when Aaron killed three vampires with three shots, there was a loud explosion on the other side of the door, and a tall and mighty figure jumped out from the fire and smoke.

It is the majestic and murderous Blade Warrior!

Unmentioned, the Blade Warrior charged into the crowd with a pistol in his left hand and a sword in his right hand like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep!

For a time, sword shadows rolled and bullets rained, "Detroit Warriors: Blade Runner 1" was staged again!

"You kid, you won't even leave a big guy for me?"

After the fireworks show ended and the Blade Warriors cleared the place again, they complained "very dissatisfied" to Aaron who rushed over to join him.

Deacon and his girlfriend, two of the biggest vampires here, turned into rotten watermelons number two and number three as soon as the fight started.

No wonder Blade Warrior was a little dissatisfied. He was his sworn enemy, and it was so easy to settle the matter. He still felt a little unsatisfied.

Of course, it was only a little bit. After all, a great revenge was avenged, and another killing was carried out happily. It was more exciting and fun.

This is just a joke, and the more I look at Aaron, the more I like him.

"Haha, just on a whim." Aaron replied with a smile.

Vampires, if you say they are powerful, they are indeed very powerful, with extraordinary physique and near-immortal power of recovery. If you don't know what's going on, you will really have a headache.

But if you are knowledgeable and have a little help from spoiler poses, it is like this now. There is no difference between vampires and ordinary people. They are all killed with a bullet.

It's just that this bullet is silver-coated, so it's a little more expensive.

"Let's go and search separately."

Blade also knew that Aaron wanted to collect evidence for S.H.I.E.L.D., and was happy that a large organization would take vampires seriously.

Because of Aaron's relationship, Blade also had a good sense of SHIELD, and thought that now that the matter was over, he could have a chat with their Director Fury.

A certain bedroom.

"Blade, come to my place for a moment, there are... well, there are things you need to see."

Aaron pointed his gun at a young African-American woman wearing only pajamas and said in a strange tone.

Nothing else, just because this woman, who looked to be no more than twenty-three or fourteen years old, was of average appearance, and had a good figure, and the outline of her facial features vaguely reminded Alon of a person.

Blade.

Coupled with the fact that this woman appeared in Deacon's bedroom, and the experience of Blade Runner, the identity of this woman can be easily revealed.

Let me guess, Deacon is really a scheming boy.