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Snapped!

Watson reacted quickly and directly stretched out his hand to support Nisha's shoulders, preventing her from pressing her whole body against her. He realized that he had to express his position no matter what, so he hurriedly said:

"Wait a moment!"

Nessa stopped moving and clenched the palm that was touching her shoulder hard. Watson felt the strength on his shoulder. It was impossible to break free easily. Then the woman's eyes suddenly looked at Watson's belly, her deep black eyes slowly moved up, and when they climbed to his chest, she gently closed her eyelids. The next second, Nessa’s eyes returned to Watson’s face, her eyes already filled with some charm.

The women's leather jacket she was wearing was not pulled up at all, and her snow-white neck was dazzling.

It's over, she meant it.

"what happened?"

The cold air coming out of the woman's mouth touched Watson's face, and there was a soft and cold feeling: "Is there any problem?"

"First of all, I want to apologize to you." With no time to hesitate, Watson started the first topic: "I shouldn't have acted like that that day. I made an offensive move to you. I'm sorry."

"What are you talking about? I never said I didn't want to." Nessa leaned a little closer again, and her entire waist was already attached to Watson's forearm: "But the way you look like this is really different from the beginning. , I originally thought you were an indifferent person, and you would be merciless in your actions, but now I always feel that you are...a bit..."

"Something?"

Under Watson's gaze, the corners of Nessa's mouth curved upward, and her two bright red lips parted to reveal sharp canine teeth. She looked at Watson and said two words softly: "Cute."

"Hey!"

Watson was so excited by these two words that his beautiful light purple eyes stared: "I have a girlfriend! We shouldn't be so close, okay? Please let me go quickly!"

"Did you have a girlfriend when you touched my butt that time?" The smile on the woman's lips couldn't stop. She had made up her mind to tease this beautiful boy today. After hearing what the other party said, Watson really wanted to go back in time and stab himself at that time.

Then cut off those probing tentacles.

As soon as this idea came to mind, Watson immediately felt that the skin under his clothes began to change. He had to prepare for the worst. If those damn tentacles dared to poke their heads out again, he would have no choice but to forcefully open Nissa's hand and run away.

"alright......"

At this moment, Nisha let go of her hand and took two steps back. She put away the teasing look on her face and put on a serious expression: "You ran too fast last time. I want to formally thank you for saving my life."

"……You're welcome."

Seeing that Watson still looked a little nervous, the woman couldn't help but laugh again. There was light laughter floating on the roof covered with light snow, but the sound could not spread too far and was buried in the rumbling sound of the heating nozzle fan.

What impressed Watson most about the vampire princess in the "Blade" movie was her eyes. It was a gaze from a vampire family on the food chain, and there was no way to ignore it.

Ordinary people may have some reaction to this.

Thousands of years ago, when primitive humans encountered predators in nature, their bodies would react to the gaze of these predators. That is the genetic instinct that comes from the depths of human blood. Excluding factors such as population size, technological development, and modern weapons, at least from the superficial meaning of the food chain, vampires may be ranked above ordinary people.

Humans should be their food.

Of course, these vampires are just finding other ways to survive now.

Nisha is also considered a bitter character in the film, so she rarely smiles. But now, she is smiling happily like an ordinary person. Watson could tell that the other party was not being fake. He had searched online for photos of the actress who played Nisha in the past. She looked completely different when she faked her professional smile.

I shouldn't act like this anymore.

Watson thought to himself, I was the one who made the first move in the first place. No matter how you say it, it's my fault. So don't act like you dislike the other person now. It's quite a bit of a scumbag's deja vu feeling of not recognizing the person afterwards. Since it seems like Nissa won’t take the initiative to mention this matter again, it’s better to just let it pass for the time being.

"You're not an ordinary human, right?"

Nisha laughed for a while, then gradually calmed down her expression.

She did not continue to speak, but looked at Watson calmly. When this face is not smiling, the familiar cold beauty has returned, as cold as a woman's body without any warmth. Every strand of hair was combed to the back of her head, and her eyes with black pupils were particularly eye-catching.

"Yes."

After a moment of silence, Watson admitted.

"So your girlfriend...is she human?"

"…can we talk about something else?"

"Of course!"

The woman blinked twice: "So, what do you do?"

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"I shouldn't have postponed my vacation today because of my brain twitch!"

In the passenger seat of the police car, policewoman Felicia slapped her M4 carbine while swearing. Seeing that there was some traffic ahead, she scratched her blond hair with an annoyed look on her face: "What the hell, these people can't move faster. Get out of the way?"

Tyler, his companion in the driving seat, held the steering wheel and shrugged without speaking.

I really miss Max.

At least the guy doesn't act like a mute at times like this.

Felicia gasped and threw her back on the seat. She was one of the first police officers rushed to the scene of the shootout. She didn't know who was so bold as to dare to fight in the troubled area. The gang that did this last time was basically rotten in prison——

Or the body may be cremated early that day.

This is another major case after the 'Reaper Attack' and 'Rear-Armed Bank Robbers' incidents, and it happened during a busy time near Christmas. Those gunmen who fired wantonly had caused more than a dozen civilian casualties. The commander had just given an order on the radio. After everyone arrived at the scene, they would first conduct fire suppression and then try to arrest them.

Felicia couldn't help but think of Director Potter's funny bald head. This hapless old man would probably lose his hat if he had to deal with a few more cases like this. But this has nothing to do with her. She is a small street patrol officer, but she is not at the level where others can blame her and be buried with her.

"Hold on tight."

Taylor twisted the steering wheel, and the Ford Mustang avoided the scene of a pile-up of at least five vehicles on the road ahead and roared onto the sidewalk. However, the curb was still a little high after all, so the collision with the front wheel really shocked Felicia.

Bang!

The rear wheel hit the car immediately, and the police helmet placed on the female police officer's thigh was knocked to her feet. Felicia could only bend down to pick it up. The bulletproof vest she wore contained several M4 magazines, not to mention the safety belt, which really affected her mobility. But before her fingers touched the helmet, the front of the car seemed to hit something again. After struggling for more than ten seconds, the policewoman finally raised her head again.

"It's kind of like a Reaper attack."

I looked at the empty streets, which were full of messes caused by out-of-control cars and crowds. Felicia gradually began to calm down at this time, and the scene in the nightmare once again appeared in her mind. But no matter how ferocious the monster was, the most likely outcome would be death, and she felt that she would no longer be afraid of it.

"How far is it?"

"It's right in front."

As soon as the phone booth at the intersection was overtaken, Taylor stepped on the brake pedal and the police car drifted sideways and began to slow down. At the same time, the front cover of the car made a sound of metal hitting, obviously being greeted by bullets. The gunmen were not deaf and had already identified the location based on the sirens.

"Drive forward! Drive forward!"

Felicia, who had taken off her seat belt in advance, shouted to her companions. When she felt the car gradually come to a stop, she immediately rushed out with an M4 carbine in hand, ran to the front of the car and set it up on the hood in two steps.

"Call number DH6325, we are under fire! Repeat, we are under fire..." Taylor lay on his seat, holding the intercom and requesting support from the headquarters. According to the procedure, he was supposed to turn on the loudspeaker on the roof of the car and shout at the gunmen, ‘NYPD! "Hurry up and capture them" and other nonsense, but once these bullets are fired, this step can be skipped directly.

"Roger, about 2 minutes left..."

boom! ! ! ! boom! ! ! !

The female voice on the intercom was masked by the gunshots. Felicia, the heavily armed policewoman in front of the car, had already found the target and decisively pulled the trigger. The deafening gunfire blasted into his ears through the car window, and Taylor had to ask the headquarters correspondent to say it again.

After a while.

"One and a half minutes left!!"

"what?"

Felicia didn't hear what Taylor said clearly. The gunfight scene did not provide special sound-isolating earmuffs like the shooting range. Now that her ears were still tingling, she could only ask again.

"I said! There is still one and a half minutes to support!"

"It's too late! We have to save that person!"

Looking in the direction of the policewoman's finger, an injured woman was crawling on the sidewalk more than ten meters away. The blood flowing from her body was stained with a trail, which looked a bit scary. Looking at the street with bullets flying in front of him, to be honest, Taylor was not willing to do this. He just wanted to wait until the support arrived, and then follow the large army and fire a few shots to make a smooth transition.

My luck is really bad today.

If Felicia hadn't been temporarily assigned as his partner, he could have smoked and watched TV in the small lobby of the police station. Taylor had heard the gossip of her colleagues. This female police officer was an ordinary recruit before. She must have seen too much blood in the Reaper attack, and now she is more violent than many men.

Especially those new to the police academy, they always walk around Felicia when they see her.

The criminals who come into her hands will receive a beating at least.

"Are you ready?"

The shout of the heavily armed policewoman made Taylor withdraw her thoughts. She looked at the two smoke grenades in the opponent's hands and said, "Do you know how many people are on the other side? How dare you save them?" She still didn't say it after all. He could only sigh to himself about his bad luck, pulled out the M870 shotgun from the car seat and followed Felicia.

......

On the roof of the building not far from the scene of the shootout, Watson and Nissa also arrived.

Originally he didn't want to come over, but Nisha said that after you left, Dao Feng and the others helped me look for you in the city for a long time. Mr. Whistler still remembers you. Why don't you wait until Dao Feng is done? Come down and say hello?

So here comes Watson.

But he found that things didn't seem to develop the way he expected.

"Is that a blade?"

Seeing the familiar figure lying on the ground among a group of men in black from a distance, Watson couldn't help but start to wonder if Dao Feng, a guy who was caught every day, had fallen into another trap this time. It’s funny to say that in most of the car rollover cases in the movie, Blade was swarmed with electric batons and beaten to the ground. I wonder if it will be the same this time?

I have to be on guard against this.

Batwoman seemed to like using electric shocks last time.

He thought in confusion for a while, until Nissa said to herself, ‘Why did they come here?’ Watson came back to his senses: “What’s wrong?”

"I may know who this group of people is." Nisha turned her head: "But this means that things will become more tragic."

"What kind of tragedy are you talking about?"

"The Blood Clan Civil War."