Nightmare Corrosion

Bang bang bang!

Continuous cracking sounds sounded on both sides of the street, followed by bright white light pillars suddenly extinguished. On the roof of the building where the skinny young man had jumped, the darkness twisted as if it had substance, and suddenly formed a huge tentacle. Put down a pale figure.

Several shadow warriors emerged from under his feet and surrounded him. Huge mirrors could be seen erected on both sides of the roof, but now countless black shadows flashed and the mirrors were shattered.

The figure bent down and stared at the clear shoe prints on the edge of the roof, doubts flashing in his obsidian eyes.

"Is there such a thing?"

On the other side, after the sudden appearance of lights blocked the pursuit of the shadow warriors, Gomez and others also successfully escaped from the area and got into the pre-prepared evacuation vehicle. However, the atmosphere in the vehicle was... Something inexplicably weird.

This is also a matter of course. This was originally a hasty operation. In order to avoid being discovered by Adrian and others, after getting the news, Gomez immediately arranged to start taking action. Who knew that not only accidents would happen frequently, but even in the end , or was saved by an unknown stranger.

What made them feel even more weird was that this stranger seemed to have a deep understanding of the enemy and the situation. Not only had he made targeted preparations in advance, he even called the two of them by name without introducing himself.

Well, Gomez was okay. After all, he was considered a member of the federal rich. It was actually easy to find out, but the leader of the fighting blood clan who always claimed to be codenamed "Butcher" was also called out by the other party. It immediately triggered a strong reaction.

"Tell me, who are you and what is your purpose?!"

"Did the other party send them here to gain our trust on purpose!!!"

The butcher directly put the muzzle of the gun on the opponent's head, grabbed his sleeve with one hand, and let out a low roar from his throat, and the scarlet red in his eyes wanted to spread out.

Gomez, who was next to him, only gave a few symbolic words to dissuade him, and did not take any substantial action to stop him, because what the butcher wanted to ask was also what he wanted to know. No matter on any level, this matter seemed... Too weird and outrageous.

If the opponent was powerful, then they wouldn't say much, but the guy in front of them was clearly just a little stronger than ordinary people.

"Calm down, Mr. Butcher, I didn't mean to irritate you, and you never told me that telling me your real name would have such a big reaction."

Even with a special powerful firearm pressed against his head, the skinny young man still seemed calm and unhurried. The Vampires, who are extremely sensitive to blood, felt that the opponent's heart rate did not even change much.

"I know that you can feel the beating of my heart, so you should be able to understand that I am not afraid of death. But you two, if it weren't for me, you would have died just now. Even if you didn't express your gratitude, you would have died a long time ago. You don’t have to point a gun at my head!”

Gomez and the butcher each looked at each other. After a few breaths, the butcher took back his gun and turned his head with a cold snort. Gomez had an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, he was just with his companion. I lost control of my emotions after being killed in battle. Thank you for saving us, sir!”

"This is the third time I've heard you say this, and I hope I won't hear it more times. Call me Duck, Mr. Gomez. For some reasons, I can't tell you what you want to know, because Not only can you not understand, but you will also treat me as a madman and kill me with one shot!"

Dak had a strange smile on his face, while Gomez was confused, secretly wondering if there was something wrong with this guy's brain.

Could he be such a cruel person?

Gomez quietly stuffed the drawn gun back into his waist, his expression unchanged as he listened to Dak continue: "So let me get straight to the point, I can help you!"

"I can help you get the earl position promised by the Lord of the Blood Race. Don't ask me why I know it, and don't ask me what I want to do!"

Dak watched Gomez and the butcher's expressions change wildly, and raised their arms. He just shrugged his shoulders without any surprise: "You can think of it as just being lucky and picking up money while walking on the street, because this matter is temporary. It’s hard for me to explain it to you, let alone convince you!”

"Believe me, because I know you, and even what you may do next, perhaps better than you yourself!"

Dak faced the two black muzzles and talked nonchalantly, then suddenly turned his head and yelled at the driver: "Turn left!"

"What?"

Before the vampire who was still driving could react, suddenly the whole wheel sank into a depression in the road, and then jumped up suddenly. Everyone sitting in the car couldn't help but bounce up, and their heads hit the roof of the car. superior.

Bang! Bang!

Neither Gomez nor the Butcher was spared. The only exception was that Duck shrank down as expected, rolled his eyes and muttered: "You haven't listened to me, not even once!"

"Okay, you two, as you can see, I have some special abilities, and these abilities can help you, or you!"

Dak didn't care about the weird looks from the two of them, and tapped Gomez with his finger, and then landed on the butcher: "I know what you want, a beloved woman or a beloved daughter, the power of the blood count, you can do it. I can help you realize your wishes, as long as you believe in me!”

"If you don't believe it, it doesn't matter. Just shoot me in the head. Anyway, this isn't the first time. I will try new persuasion methods next time!"

Duck lay lazily on the back seat of the car, with his eyes closed and his expression calm. A fierce light flashed in the butcher's eyes. Just as he was about to move his wrist, Gomez held him down with one hand and shook his head gently.

"Mr. Duck, how are you going to help us?"

Gomez's actions tonight can be declared a complete failure, and even cost the lives of many fighting vampires. If there is no result, I am afraid that the first one to backfire on him will be the remaining battles. The vampires.

Therefore, a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. No matter how suspicious the sudden appearance of this person is, and how bizarre and ridiculous his performance is, Gomez is still willing to continue to gamble, and since he feels that he has entered this gambling situation, there is no way out.

He did not choose the two camps of Adrian and Adolf. Instead, he conducted the investigation alone, which already showed his ambition. In addition, after getting the results, he did not notify other vampires, but took action himself, which was equivalent to putting himself at risk. Forced to a dead end.

Whether it's Adrian, Adolf, or other vampires, I'm afraid they won't let him go afterwards, especially if his operation failed, which is equivalent to a wasted opportunity.

If other vampires who are struggling to find clues find out, guess how many people will gnash their teeth at him and wish to kill him directly?

"First, we need some help!"

Dak opened his eyes, looking as if he had expected it. Looking at Gomez's somewhat frozen expression, he immediately grinned: "Of course, it's not to find other vampires, unless you can invite the vampire queen or the four kings. General, otherwise we will just die."

Gomez raised his eyebrows. At least he still remembered what Dak said and swallowed back the questions that came to his mouth.