The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Since its birth in this world, there have been many established families in the history of the Vampire Clan that have developed to this day, and any one of them can be called by hundreds of years. Unlike human families, this "hundreds of years" does not refer to the family itself, but to the patriarch of the family.

They literally lived for hundreds of years.

Because of their long lifespan, direct members of these families are generally rare. In the Reaper attack a few months ago, Nissa, the eldest princess of one force, could be said to have killed her entire family. In addition, she herself was unwilling to protect the legacy left by her father El, so naturally these unowned things gradually sparked competition.

More importantly, the New York Bloods need a new master.

The vampire hunters headed by Blade have been taking action to kill all these vampires. But based on their own capabilities, this is not something they can accomplish in just a few years, not to mention that there is a covering force among the top human beings. The vampires in New York are very complex, but most of them are hybrids transformed from humans.

They inherited the inner desire for power during the human period.

On the one hand, the vampires realize that they need to unite in order to avoid being divided and broken by the Sunwalker blade; on the other hand, they do not want to give up leadership easily, especially for the bosses of vampire gangs, large and small. . So when the new blood clan forces from outside wanted to intervene in the local leadership battle, the situation obviously accelerated towards chaos.

"They're not crazy enough to take action in troubled areas."

Nisha frowned and stared closely at the chaotic gun battle scene: "Blade must have taken something very important, which is why these guys are so anxious."

"I suggest you make a decision quickly."

Watson stood aside and shrugged: "If we delay a little longer, we might have to say goodbye to Brother Blade."

"We have to save him." Nessa turned around and was stunned for a moment when she saw Watson's appearance, and then realized: "Well, I mean, I need... I want to ask for your help. .”

As she spoke, she touched her waist, took out a few things and handed them over. First is a silver-plated short knife, the blade shining in the moonlight with the cold luster unique to silver-plated weapons; then there is a SIG P229 and 4 magazines. Judging from the strange bullet, it must also be a silver-infused version. . Finally there is a face towel with a strange red totem printed on it.

"The down-and-out vampire princess will always make people miss her."

Nessa seemed to see Watson's thoughts and took the initiative to explain: "Do you need more bullets?"

Watson shook his head and reached for the short knife.

The police car that broke into the battlefield not far from the intersection was naturally noticed by the two of them. Now it was not just a battle between the vampires. If they wanted to rescue the blade, they had to rush before the main force of the police arrived.

......

"Where are the photos! Tell me!"

With a dull banging sound, Dao Feng was hit in the stomach again. Seeing that several of the younger brothers couldn't find anything after searching for a long time, the white-haired man squatting in front of the black man was already so anxious that he was about to burst into flames: "Don't say yes." Right? If you don’t say anything, I will chop off your fingers!!!”

Blade's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't seem to care about the opponent's threat at all.

The white-haired man didn't hesitate at all. He grabbed the dagger from the hand of the younger brother beside him and stabbed the big black man in the back of his hand.

The current situation forced him not to be anxious. Originally, when his group sneaked into New York, they should have sneaked into New York, then found the gang with the photos of the monuments, quickly resolved the fight, and then took the things and left on the same day. The assault manpower was ready, and they even bought explosives to break the door. Who would have expected that as soon as they entered the door, they would see this big black man killing people inside.

The white-haired man originally thought, just kill him. At worst, he could be a retrieval agent here and see if the fight inside was good enough before he went in to sort out the mess. Unexpectedly, this guy's hands and feet were not clean enough, and he actually let two gang leaders escape into the troubled area with their belongings! Finally, when they finally caught up with the opponent, the gang's support also arrived.

That police car was even more of a reminder.

If a dozen more cars really come, no one will be able to leave in the end. The Reaper incident a few months ago caused the NYPD to lose face. They will not hesitate this time. Being able to sneak into New York and successfully defeat Blade, a vampire hunter, the white-haired man's group still has some strength. At least they can still leave if they want to withstand the firepower of the gang members on the opposite side.

At this moment, thick white fog spread from the intersection of the street. The original location of the police car was almost unclear. When the white-haired man saw this, he shouted decisively:

"Don't waste time! Get him in the car!"

He grabbed the younger brother next to him with his hand. He didn't care about the blade that had chopped off a few fingers at his feet. He was preparing to leave here before the police arrived: "Concentrate your strength to break out from the opposite direction with fewer people! Go!" Drive over here and stuff this bastard in!"

A series of instructions were issued, and the few people standing a few meters away and pointing guns began to retreat.

A cold light fell from the sky.

The little brother who was delivering orders for the white-haired man a second ago was pierced by a blade in the chest, and then his whole body burned violently with the wound as the center point. By the time the thought of being attacked had just appeared in the minds of a dozen people on the field, the poor boy had already turned into ashes.

"He has company!!!"

"Shoot!!! Shoot!!!"

Several gunmen shouted, but no one could see Watson clearly. Nessa, who had ambushed upstairs in advance, also leaned out half of her body at this time, and successfully hit the target with several bursts of fire. The timing of the two people's attacks was just right, and the group was caught off guard.

However, the white-haired man reacted quickly and was now several meters away.

Watson threw the silver-plated dagger in his hand hard and stabbed the man next to him who was trying to turn the gun. He stepped on the shotgun on the ground and kicked it towards the blade, then drew the gun on the spot and fired a bullet into the head of the gunman beside him who wanted to sneak attack him with an electric baton.

Sure enough, it was still an electric baton.

There was a gap of one second. Before more guns were aimed at him, Watson took two steps forward and took off. He kicked hard on the lamppost with his soles and his whole body was already in the air.

Time slows down at this moment.

It had only been a few seconds since the attack, and the enemy hadn't gone too far. This distance was more than enough for Watson. The P229 in his hand fired three times. The body of the white-haired man froze while running. The guy with the most conspicuous hair in the room was reduced to ashes and sparks in the next second.

After landing, he rushed directly into the arms of a gunman and shot him twice in the chest. Only then did Watson run to where the silver-plated dagger fell. By the time he stood up again, the battlefield behind him had been almost cleared.

Watson gave most of the extra magazines to Nyssa.

The woman had two guns with her, but there were only six magazines. She took out half of them, but Watson refused. The two of them had observed a few times before. After all, it was a civil war, so the vampires on the field also used silver bullets. It's okay for Watson and Blade to be shot, but if Nissa, a vampire, was shot a few more times, even if she was a pureblood, she would probably be dead.

So he simply let women be the shooters.

With the firepower harassment from the vampire gang members on the opposite side, and Nisha's cover, few gunmen at the scene dared to use electric batons to attack. Therefore, Brother Blade was able to get back up and share some of the firepower. Soon, the team of more than a dozen vampire gunmen collapsed, and Watson became the last baggage that broke the camel's back.

It's just...Blade seemed to be just fierce for a while.

"Go, go, go! Go!"

Watson held Blade's shoulders, lifted him onto him, raised his head and gestured to Nessa upstairs. They have no intention of taking care of the gang members at the scene anymore, leaving it to the police to deal with the problem. As long as they don't chase them, everything will be fine.

Dragging the 80 kilogram body of the big black man, he ran into the side intersection, and the faint sound of police sirens started to come over. Watson quickly slapped the confused blade a few times: "Wake up! Wake up! Where is your retreat route?"

"Huis..."

"What?" He didn't know what kind of injury he suffered before being electrocuted. Blade lowered his head at this time, looking like he was about to faint. Watson shook him for more than ten seconds before he heard a clearer sentence from the other person's mouth:

"Whistler...here comes..."

Then fainted.

Resisting the urge to slap his head on the trash can lid, Watson dragged the big black man to the building on the roadside, took out his rope gun and went directly to the roof, running towards the place agreed with Nessa. When he ran to the edge of the roof, he jumped up with the blade on his shoulder, carefully using his buffering ability every time he landed to avoid causing more damage to the seriously injured vampire hunter.

After running for about a minute, Watson saw Nisha's figure.

She sat down on the floor holding her belly.

"You were shot?"

Leaving the big black man on the floor of the roof, Watson took two steps and came to the woman. He wanted to reach out and touch the other person’s abdomen, but Nisa blocked his hand, and the voice that came out of those red lips was very hoarse: “Are you okay?”

"Of course I'm fine. What can happen to me? But you..."

"What about the blade?"

"...I think he just lost too much blood. With his half-vampire physique, he can recover by replenishing his blood."

The woman stopped talking, and her slightly hazy eyes went blank for a few seconds before focusing on Watson's face again. It was a kind of deep sadness and loneliness. On this cold snowy night, my body without breath and warmth was leaning against the railing like this. If those eyes become distracted again, then they will really look no different from a corpse.

The cold palm gently touched Watson's face.

"...give me a hug, okay?"

Feeling the trembling of the other party's fingertips, Watson hesitated for a few seconds before squatting down and hugging Nisha's body.

The sound of sirens and gunshots in the distance continued, with some intensifying trends. The woman's body had no strength at all, and the right hand that was originally caressing Watson's face was hanging on his back, shaking slightly. For a few seconds, Watson thought back to the night in 1944 when the bodies were collected outside Heidelberg.

For soldiers, the joy of victory in battle is often short-lived.

Because then we have to collect the bodies of our dead comrades.

Late that night, the German troops were completely driven out of Heidelberg. Captain America Steve immediately returned to the battlefield with Watson and others to find several Howling Commandos killed by Clockwork Man. As they carried the bodies out of the damaged mall, Watson remembered one of the dead men's eyes wide open, and he stared into them on the way back until someone reached out and closed them.

At this moment, the woman in his arms was as cold as a dead body without breathing.

"Let's... let's take care of the wounds first."

Watson tried to call Nissa in her ear: "You need to take out the silver bullet quickly, otherwise even if you are a pureblood, you will die over time."

Nissa made no move.

"Nissa?"

A coldness penetrated his chest unconsciously, and Watson wanted to let go of the woman. Even though he knew in his heart that the vampire had no pulse, he still wanted to try to confirm. But at this moment, Nessa's body burst out with tremendous strength and she hugged Watson tightly. Small flakes of accumulated snow shook off the two men, just enough to cover the pistols on the ground.

The rooftop fell into silence again.

"Nissa..."

"Ok?"

"You're not hurt at all, are you?"

"Ah."

With the volume of my enunciation now, how can I still feel the same feeling of dissatisfaction just now? Even if he couldn't see what was happening behind his head, Watson could still guess the expression on the woman's face at this time. Nisha hugged her tightly, and it looked like she wasn’t going to let go for a while. But how dare Watson continue to let her hold him? I was in a bad mood just now, but now my mood is back to normal. If I hold her for a while longer, I'm afraid the tentacles will be ready to pop out again.

"Stop hugging."

Watson tried to push Nisha's body away: "Blade is still unconscious. Let's first find out if there is any communication device on him that can contact Whistler. Otherwise, we will have to find another place to place him tonight."

"Need not."

A rich baritone voice suddenly joined in. Watson and Nessa both turned their heads and saw Dao Feng, a big black man who was almost blending into the snowy scene. He had woken up at some point and was looking here with big white teeth on his face: "You guys Keep going, I can hold on a little longer.”