Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

"Well, I still listen to the advice."

Nodding with satisfaction, Kahn quickly turned his gun, aimed it at a hidden corner at the back of the second floor, and fired several shots.

A black bodyguard who took out a pistol and prepared for a sneak attack immediately fell down and fell freely from the second floor.

Immediately, Kahn continued to change his body shape and activated the Yan Double Eagle mode.

In an instant, there was a burst of gunfire!

The recoil of submachine guns is inherently small.

In the hands of Kahn, a vampire who used the cannon as a pistol, it was like having a recoilless plug-in.

When you hold down the trigger and don't let go, you'll still hit wherever you point.

'Kakakaka-'

Kahn frowned as he listened to the beep from the hammer.

In such a small space encounter, the submachine gun is good for everything, the only drawback is that it consumes too many bullets.

After only taking out half of the enemies, all six magazines he carried were exhausted.

There was no counterattack for a long time. The experienced bodyguard captain immediately realized the problem and reminded loudly: "He has no bullets! Use formation 2 to attack and kill him!"

"Why can't you come here and line up for me to shoot? Why do you have to force me?"

With a low sigh, Kahn threw away the MP5 in his hand, pulled out two forearm-length swords, and disappeared instantly.

After rushing out of the bunker and taking two steps, Kahn jumped up to the second floor, holding the knife in his hand.

Be the first to take out the three enemies occupying the high point.

"He's over there!"

Upon receiving the reminder, the remaining dozen bodyguards all turned their guns and prepared to empty their magazines.

However, as soon as the bodyguard captain spoke, Kahn had already left the place.

Under the chandelier, a bald bodyguard reluctantly retracted his gun and was about to look for the enemy again, but his pupils suddenly shrank into needle eyes.

'Puff~'

There was a muffled sound of a rag being cut by scissors, and the strong body suddenly lost all its strength.

And this is just the beginning.

In the bright hall, a lightning-like black shadow flashed and moved in the hail of bullets. The short blade in his hand was like the scythe of the god of death in mythology, harvesting lives one after another.

In the eyes of Kahn, a vampire viscount whose agility is close to ninety, the movements of these ordinary people are all as slow as a turtle crawling.

He didn't even have a chance to touch the corner of his clothes.

"What the hell! This guy is an extraordinary person!"

As a security practitioner who has been wandering in the gray area for a long time, the bodyguard captain knows the existence of another world.

We even had a few casual contacts.

After seeing the opponent's unusual speed, he no longer had any hope of killing the opponent and just wanted to escape intact.

When his last younger brother fell, the bodyguard captain decisively used the traditional French skills.

Throwing away the firearm in his hand, he raised his hands and said, "Don't kill me! I know where Patrice is!"

"where is it?"

Stopping, Kahn asked curiously.

"He entertains distinguished guests in the underground auction house. There is an elevator on the south side of the second floor that you can go down to. The password is 1658."

"Thank you."

"No need to worry..."

With lightning speed, he tore off the small melon from the opponent's waist, pulled out the ring, and stuffed it back into the mouth of this person who knew current affairs.

Kahn slapped the opponent on the chest and sent him to the gate.

'Boom! '

………………

in the elevator.

A bodyguard in black couldn't get a response from his colleagues on the ground for a long time. He panicked and asked his boss for instructions: "Sir, what should we do?"

Patrice did not answer immediately, but asked: "Have the distinguished guests left?"

"Already left with the goods through the secret passage."

"That's good, let's go to the top floor and take a helicopter out of here."

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the cold sweat on his head, Patrice comforted himself: "There are fifty people above us. No matter how powerful the opponent is, there is no way he can..."

Halfway through his words, a familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him, and the elevator that was supposed to go directly to the rooftop suddenly stopped on the second floor.

The expressions of the four bodyguards changed, and they all raised their guns and pointed them at the elevator door in front.

'ding~'

As soon as the elevator door opened a thin crack as wide as a thumb, a silver-white short blade swirled and slid in.

It accurately hit the eye socket of the bodyguard at the front.

Seeing the miserable condition of their colleagues, the three remaining bodyguards instinctively pulled the trigger with their hands faster than their brains.

Bang Bang Bang!

After the magazine was emptied, several people were surprised to find it.

There was no one at the elevator door!

Feeling bad, several people hurriedly took out their magazines and prepared to replace them.

At this time, a black shadow descended from the sky.

Under the horrified eyes of several people, like a wolf rushing into a herd of sheep, he rushed into the elevator in two or three steps, and a short blade danced with silver flowers, ending the lives of the three bodyguards.

Feeling the warmth spraying on his face, Patrice staggered back a few steps until he pressed against the elevator wall behind him.

Putting away the short blade, Kahn pulled up the opponent's stiff arm and shook it hard: "Hello, you must be Patrice St. Carlisle, right?"

"Excuse me?"

Perhaps because he had seen too many big scenes, Patrice still maintained the most basic composure when facing this uninvited guest who killed all his men upon meeting him.

"You can call me V. I just had someone call you this afternoon."

"A little impression."

Recalling the phone call with the rich second-generation woman in the afternoon, Patrice regretted it.

If I had known earlier, I should have agreed to the other party's request and returned the goods to the other party.

Anyway, one more thing is not too much, and one thing less is not too much.

How could it be like now, where the power that had been worked so hard for ten years was destroyed in one fell swoop.

"What do you want, Mr. V?"

"You should know what I want."

Kahn patted the opponent's pale old face with a short blade, and Kahn's voice turned cold: "Where is that girl?!"

With a stiff smile on his lips, Patrice pretended to be incoherent and said: "This is business, this is special business with special customers.

This kind of business cannot be refunded or returned, and there are no discounts or rebates.Once it's sold, it's a done deal.

The highest bidder gets it, that's our only rule.

Please understand, we have no grievances. "

Judging from the opponent's ruthless style, once he reveals the whereabouts of the girl, there is a high probability that he will follow in the footsteps of his men in the next second.

Delaying time, waiting for rescue from external forces such as the authorities, or looking for opportunities to break the situation is the only way to survive.

“People often use sincere appearances and pious actions to cover up a devilish heart.”

After reciting a classic line from this vest, Kahn looked at the hero in front of him regretfully: "Actually, I quite appreciate a principled person like you.

However, sometimes being too smart is not necessarily a good thing. "

"Your Excellency, I...ho~ho~"

There was a flash of sword light, and Patrice's words stopped abruptly.

He took out a small glass bottle and put it to Patrice's neck. After the blood automatically filled it, Kahn sighed slightly:

"Forget it, I'd better go down and look for it myself."