The hidden BOSS of the game is always showing affection

Silverware is fatal to vampires.

There should be no silver bullets here.The bullets were smuggled in.

Yu Jin knew almost instantly who was hiding there.

Mo Honghu.There is also a high probability of Liao Anping.

He aimed not at the mask, but at the heart.Probably trying to hit with one hit.

After that bullet, the other party remained silent, as if he was afraid of revealing his whereabouts too early, so he changed his hiding place long ago.

But it must still be somewhere in the mall.

He is going to find them.

In the closed shopping mall, there is not even a sound of wind.The other party not only silenced the gun, but also silenced himself by the way.

Yu Jin put down the mask that was broken into two sections, and walked towards the elevator in the corner.

His steps were light and steady, and the rhythmic sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty shopping mall, like the prelude to the protagonist's appearance on the stage.

The voltage in the shopping mall is unstable, the lights are on and off, and the elevators are also up and down.When he first came in, the escalator was suspended.

It can be used as a staircase, but it is not necessary.

When he walked to the elevator room, the mall suddenly lit up, the escalator began to run slowly, and the whole mall came back to life.

Mo Honghu and Liao Anping hid behind piles of clothes.The place where they just shot is not far away.

There are many plush dolls there, all of them are cute and cute.

But the dolls have bombs buried in their bodies.

The palms of both of them were a little sweaty.

Things were a little out of their expectation.

They just got a shard here, but they didn't expect the blood race to come just after the point was exploded.

Fortunately, they laid traps in advance.

Liao Anping has a lot of small props, which are not very good alone, but the effect is unexpectedly good when put together.

They hid behind the trap, fired that shot, and wanted to take advantage of the vampire to kill him when he came up.

That shot was indeed aimed at the heart of the blood race.But they also know that the blood race is not so easy to hit.

They even thought that the blood race would rush to their position in a rage, trying to solve them.

That's when the trap will work.

But things deviated slightly from expectations.

The Kindred dodged, spotted them, and disappeared.

...what about people?

Neither weak enough to be killed by a single blow, nor narrow-minded enough to get revenge.

Could this be an unexpectedly kind blood race?

As soon as this idea popped up in his mind, Mo Honghu shivered, secretly laughing at his inappropriate sense of humor.

He felt it must be a conspiracy.

That vampire might stand behind him at some point.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt his neck light up.

He held his breath, squeezed the gun in his hand, and turned his head slowly.

nobody.

It seemed that he was too nervous.

Not far behind them is the intersection, and walking inside is the stairwell and elevator.

The door to the stairwell occasionally rattled in the wind.

This kind of voice was disturbing, but he had to endure it for the time being - after all, he didn't know when that vampire would appear.

Hurry up, what are you doing!

"drop--"

After a long sound, the shopping mall returned to darkness, and the subtle buzzing from various electrical appliances disappeared without a trace.

Mo Honghu narrowed his eyes.His instinct told him that the vampire was coming.

There was a soft sound behind him, and his muscles tensed instantly, and he turned around and pointed his gun at the source of the sound.

"Happy...birth...day..."

With good night vision, he could see that it was a plush doll lying on the ground.

It should be the kind that can talk when you press your belly.

Where did this doll come from?The one that fell out of the pile next to it?

He glanced suspiciously at the pile of dolls next to him.Nothing seems to be missing?

The doll seems to be low on battery, singing intermittently.

"I wish you... life..."

Mo Honghu almost broke the doll with one shot.

But he couldn't, he still had to save the bullets to deal with the vampires.

Silverware can cause fatal damage to Kindred.Even if it can't be killed directly, it is a life-saving treasure for them.

He turned his head away and continued to observe the surrounding environment.

"Happy day!"

The enlarged version of the singing suddenly rang in his ears, shaking his eardrum almost to burst.

Mo Honghu cursed secretly, and the gunshot hit the doll's face.

Who cares if he is blood or not, this bastard must die today.

The doll was now against his face, allowing him to see exactly what it looked like.

It was a white and soft rabbit with blood-red eyes.

"Fuck."

He really couldn't hold back this time.Why is it a rabbit doll again.

He is really psychologically shadowed.

He looked up again and saw another myocardial infarction.

It was a vampire who grabbed the rabbit and slapped him in the face.

He didn't know when this blood race came here, and he didn't know why he wanted to hate himself with the rabbit.

All he knew was that he should pull the trigger.

The silver bullet pierced through the rabbit doll, and the impact caused the broken doll to roll several meters away, and the distorted singing finally ended.

He himself was kicked out at the same time, hitting the signboard next to him with his back, and almost spit out his dinner.

Wow, it's really ruthless.

The blood clan rubbed his palms.There are burn marks from bullets passing by.

Mo Honghu's heart skipped a beat, even the wound on his body didn't hurt that much anymore.

Normally, he wouldn't even look at this injury.But he was facing the blood race.

It is rumored to be a powerful and invincible vampire.

He cheered up all of a sudden.Although hopeless, it shows that they still have a chance to win.

Instead of resting, he became more belligerent, distanced himself from the blood race, and looked for an opportunity to shoot.

Anyway, his whereabouts have been exposed, and he can't run away, so it's better to face Gang head-on.

The blood race has always stood far away from him, keeping a certain distance from him.

But the sense of oppression he felt didn't lessen in the slightest.

The blood race was throwing fireballs here, and the fireballs rubbed against his skin several times.If it weren't for his nimble body, he would have been burned into a burning man long ago.

The blood clan has a very bad temper, and every time the flames come fiercely, but fortunately, the blood clan's accuracy is not very good, so they always throw it to the nearby shop.

Neither side could gain the upper hand for a while.

Mo Honghu once again dodged the blood clan's attack and hit back with a backhand.

He didn't have much hope at first, but the bullet scraped the edge of the mask, and fine cracks appeared on the mask.

mask!

Mo Honghu is blessed to the heart.He doesn't need to kill the Kindred directly, he just needs to target his mask.As long as the mask can be removed, the blood race will be slaughtered by them.

Masks are much more fragile.

The blood race stopped, propped up the mask, and kept the mask stable.

Mo Honghu fiercely aimed at the gap between his fingers, trying to break the useless insistence of the blood clan in one fell swoop.

He took half a step back and kicked something.

"Happy birthday to you!"

The sweet and lovely child's voice suddenly sounded.

doll.Talking plush doll.

He was standing next to the pile of bombed dolls now.

These bombs are about to detonate.

He turned around and was about to dodge, but froze suddenly.

There is no way.All access roads were engulfed in flames.

It seemed that the blood race hadn't planned to kill him from the beginning, but was just blocking his way, watching him step by step into the trap he set.

It's the bad taste of a hunter.Even if you can kill your prey with ease, give them the hope of escape and watch them break down with alternating emotions.

He stared at the vampire slowly walking towards him, feeling conscious of accepting the death penalty.

Was it burned to death, bombed to death, or committed suicide by drinking a bomb?

Regardless, he fought to see if the mask shattered first or he died first.

He raised his gun.

Yu Jin picked up a plush doll, pressed the recording button, and smacked his mouth, saying ruthlessly: "Sing."