NOVEL NEXT Injustice in Marvel
Chapter 111 Want to kill a few more
Chapter 111 Want to kill a few more
The matter of the Nine Heads Bureau was settled, and Lyon didn't care how they arranged for Hawkeye and Sitwell's affairs. He greeted Coulson and left on his own.
Is it fair to give a sesame seed for a missile?
As for the Nine Heads Bureau wanting to analyze and copy the Wukong and Transfiguration Mysterious Cats on a large scale, Leon can only say, if you can really decipher the system, you will be cheated!
After leaving [Hannibal Diet Workshop], Leon didn't go home. Enemies are all over the world, and the purification value is everywhere!
sleep? !
How could he fall asleep at his age!
The vampire thing isn't over yet!
............................................................
Finding these guys is difficult and difficult, but simple is actually easy to do.
Leon himself must not be able to find it, let alone his current half-baked intelligence system, even if he had read the manga in his previous life and remembered the plot, he might not be able to find his lair, after all, the manga should not be detailed enough The point where people's house numbers are also marked.
But as long as Blade can find him, Leon can find him.
As players who wandered around in the middle of the night and superseded people everywhere, New York was only this big, and it wasn't the first time that Lyon met his peers.
As for Daofeng, there were several times when they looked into the distance and looked at each other without talking, and both of them tacitly regarded each other as someone who didn't care.
At that time, Leon was wholeheartedly making trouble for Jin Bing, while Dao Feng was chasing after the vampire. The goals of the two did not conflict or overlap, so naturally there was no communication.
This time, if it wasn't for the heir of some clan who took the initiative to send it up, Leon would have never remembered that there is such a large pile of purification value in the Big Apple City!
Thirteen families!
There is no good friend of human beings!
Hundreds of years of life have been doing nothing!
What else can I say?
If you do too many bad things, there will always be retribution.
No, didn't Leon come to the door?
......................................................
Blade has its own fixed hunting range, because his prey always confines its range of activities to that fixed area.
The elders of the vampire clan jointly set such rules.
There are a large number of dance halls, complicated underground passages, and all kinds of messy low-level civilians.
By day, this is a desolate place, a forgotten corner of the city.
At night, all kinds of scum, criminals, speculators, and poor people who have nowhere to escape will appear from various corners hiding in the shadows.
And they are the "captive" food of vampires.
Blade is not interested in whether these people live or die.
It doesn't matter whether it is killed by a vampire, raised like a pig, or escaped from this place, and then starved to death or frozen to death somewhere.
Daofeng never had the idea of fighting for human beings. The things between him and vampires were more about avenging personal revenge, resisting fate, and finding some meaning for his life.
Blade has vampire blood.
Yes, as the hunter who killed the most vampires, the blade that vampires regard as the enemy of life and death actually has vampire blood flowing in his body.
This is not the blade's fault, it can only be said that fate has tricked people.
His biological mother was bitten by the vampire Dickon when she was pregnant with him, and gave birth to him when she was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. From birth, he had half vampire blood.
For many years, Blade was not accepted by humans, because he also thirsted for blood.
It is also not accepted by vampires, because those guys always smell tempting food on Blade's body.
Wandering on the boundary between light and darkness, Blade was living a chaotic life after being injured by both sides at the same time.
Until he meets a crippled vampire hunter, hapless Whistler.
For the first time, someone accepted him and was willing to admit that Blade was a real person, a child who would be afraid and cry.
As he grew older, Dao Feng began to think about why he suffered such pain and why he was rejected by the world.
He thought more than once, if, if I were just an ordinary person, born in an ordinary way, grew up in an ordinary way, and lived in an ordinary way, wouldn't there be so much pain in my life?
Yes, all because of that pathetic thirst for blood!It's all because of the half of the vampire blood in him!
All because of... that vampire named Dickon!
From the moment he figured this out, Blade took killing Dickon as his lifelong wish.
Afterwards, this wish would inflate every day, and finally, Blade's wish became: Kill all the vampires!
Every one! !
He has been working hard on this.
Every day, the sword is stuck in the chest of a certain vampire, sometimes one, sometimes ten, sometimes more.
He walks under the sun, eats human food, refuses to eat human blood, and uses silver weapons.It made him feel more like a human being.
But there are always some scum, some vampires who want to die mention the other half of his blood.
Just kill them all!
Only by killing everyone without leaving behind can one truly be a human being!
................................................
"Blade!"
The white-haired old man Whistler interrupted Blade's contemplation.
"Thinking about those things again? Hehe, it's better to go out and kill a few more vampires if you have this kind of kung fu."
The lame old man never comforted the blade: you are not a vampire, you are a human being, such a statement.
Worried in my heart, another word came out of my mouth.
"You can kill a few more with your prosthetic too."
Daofeng respected Whistler as his father, but he was raised by Whistler, so naturally, like Whistler, he couldn't express his feelings, so he opened his mouth and returned it.
The old man laughed a few times, limped to the messy workbench, picked up something and handed it to Daofeng: "Garlic extract, I call it garlic essence."
The blade took over, a row of crudely modified syringes, filled with some white liquid that looked like milk.
"One, as long as there is one, the average vampire will... Boom! Hahaha!"
Whistler made an explosive movement with his hand and said, "Does your knife need maintenance? This kind of scar doesn't look like a vampire's bone."
Dao Feng looked at the small gap on the blade, grinned, and said, "No need, this is a memorial left to me by a little soldier who killed a vampire for the first time."
Whistler nodded and said nothing.
He ate a piece of chocolate and a bowl of vegetable salad expressionlessly, and Dao Feng suppressed his nausea and swallowed them.
He has not drank human blood for 11 years, and now his body's resistance to human food has become stronger and stronger, making him a little bit out of control.
Whistler came over: "Are you okay, otherwise..."
"No!"
Dao Feng flatly refused: "Never!"
Whistler still didn't say anything, and left silently.
Close your eyes for a moment, suppress the discomfort in your stomach, put on your windbreaker and sunglasses, insert your samurai sword into the hidden scabbard on your back, and ride your motorcycle into the night.
Tonight, I want to kill a few more.
(Ps: Thanks to: Dream-seeking magician, **Dead Emperor, Liu Mubaiyan, and book friends for their rewards. I am going to start a QQ group when I get back from my computer. Are you interested.)
(End of this chapter)
The matter of the Nine Heads Bureau was settled, and Lyon didn't care how they arranged for Hawkeye and Sitwell's affairs. He greeted Coulson and left on his own.
Is it fair to give a sesame seed for a missile?
As for the Nine Heads Bureau wanting to analyze and copy the Wukong and Transfiguration Mysterious Cats on a large scale, Leon can only say, if you can really decipher the system, you will be cheated!
After leaving [Hannibal Diet Workshop], Leon didn't go home. Enemies are all over the world, and the purification value is everywhere!
sleep? !
How could he fall asleep at his age!
The vampire thing isn't over yet!
............................................................
Finding these guys is difficult and difficult, but simple is actually easy to do.
Leon himself must not be able to find it, let alone his current half-baked intelligence system, even if he had read the manga in his previous life and remembered the plot, he might not be able to find his lair, after all, the manga should not be detailed enough The point where people's house numbers are also marked.
But as long as Blade can find him, Leon can find him.
As players who wandered around in the middle of the night and superseded people everywhere, New York was only this big, and it wasn't the first time that Lyon met his peers.
As for Daofeng, there were several times when they looked into the distance and looked at each other without talking, and both of them tacitly regarded each other as someone who didn't care.
At that time, Leon was wholeheartedly making trouble for Jin Bing, while Dao Feng was chasing after the vampire. The goals of the two did not conflict or overlap, so naturally there was no communication.
This time, if it wasn't for the heir of some clan who took the initiative to send it up, Leon would have never remembered that there is such a large pile of purification value in the Big Apple City!
Thirteen families!
There is no good friend of human beings!
Hundreds of years of life have been doing nothing!
What else can I say?
If you do too many bad things, there will always be retribution.
No, didn't Leon come to the door?
......................................................
Blade has its own fixed hunting range, because his prey always confines its range of activities to that fixed area.
The elders of the vampire clan jointly set such rules.
There are a large number of dance halls, complicated underground passages, and all kinds of messy low-level civilians.
By day, this is a desolate place, a forgotten corner of the city.
At night, all kinds of scum, criminals, speculators, and poor people who have nowhere to escape will appear from various corners hiding in the shadows.
And they are the "captive" food of vampires.
Blade is not interested in whether these people live or die.
It doesn't matter whether it is killed by a vampire, raised like a pig, or escaped from this place, and then starved to death or frozen to death somewhere.
Daofeng never had the idea of fighting for human beings. The things between him and vampires were more about avenging personal revenge, resisting fate, and finding some meaning for his life.
Blade has vampire blood.
Yes, as the hunter who killed the most vampires, the blade that vampires regard as the enemy of life and death actually has vampire blood flowing in his body.
This is not the blade's fault, it can only be said that fate has tricked people.
His biological mother was bitten by the vampire Dickon when she was pregnant with him, and gave birth to him when she was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. From birth, he had half vampire blood.
For many years, Blade was not accepted by humans, because he also thirsted for blood.
It is also not accepted by vampires, because those guys always smell tempting food on Blade's body.
Wandering on the boundary between light and darkness, Blade was living a chaotic life after being injured by both sides at the same time.
Until he meets a crippled vampire hunter, hapless Whistler.
For the first time, someone accepted him and was willing to admit that Blade was a real person, a child who would be afraid and cry.
As he grew older, Dao Feng began to think about why he suffered such pain and why he was rejected by the world.
He thought more than once, if, if I were just an ordinary person, born in an ordinary way, grew up in an ordinary way, and lived in an ordinary way, wouldn't there be so much pain in my life?
Yes, all because of that pathetic thirst for blood!It's all because of the half of the vampire blood in him!
All because of... that vampire named Dickon!
From the moment he figured this out, Blade took killing Dickon as his lifelong wish.
Afterwards, this wish would inflate every day, and finally, Blade's wish became: Kill all the vampires!
Every one! !
He has been working hard on this.
Every day, the sword is stuck in the chest of a certain vampire, sometimes one, sometimes ten, sometimes more.
He walks under the sun, eats human food, refuses to eat human blood, and uses silver weapons.It made him feel more like a human being.
But there are always some scum, some vampires who want to die mention the other half of his blood.
Just kill them all!
Only by killing everyone without leaving behind can one truly be a human being!
................................................
"Blade!"
The white-haired old man Whistler interrupted Blade's contemplation.
"Thinking about those things again? Hehe, it's better to go out and kill a few more vampires if you have this kind of kung fu."
The lame old man never comforted the blade: you are not a vampire, you are a human being, such a statement.
Worried in my heart, another word came out of my mouth.
"You can kill a few more with your prosthetic too."
Daofeng respected Whistler as his father, but he was raised by Whistler, so naturally, like Whistler, he couldn't express his feelings, so he opened his mouth and returned it.
The old man laughed a few times, limped to the messy workbench, picked up something and handed it to Daofeng: "Garlic extract, I call it garlic essence."
The blade took over, a row of crudely modified syringes, filled with some white liquid that looked like milk.
"One, as long as there is one, the average vampire will... Boom! Hahaha!"
Whistler made an explosive movement with his hand and said, "Does your knife need maintenance? This kind of scar doesn't look like a vampire's bone."
Dao Feng looked at the small gap on the blade, grinned, and said, "No need, this is a memorial left to me by a little soldier who killed a vampire for the first time."
Whistler nodded and said nothing.
He ate a piece of chocolate and a bowl of vegetable salad expressionlessly, and Dao Feng suppressed his nausea and swallowed them.
He has not drank human blood for 11 years, and now his body's resistance to human food has become stronger and stronger, making him a little bit out of control.
Whistler came over: "Are you okay, otherwise..."
"No!"
Dao Feng flatly refused: "Never!"
Whistler still didn't say anything, and left silently.
Close your eyes for a moment, suppress the discomfort in your stomach, put on your windbreaker and sunglasses, insert your samurai sword into the hidden scabbard on your back, and ride your motorcycle into the night.
Tonight, I want to kill a few more.
(Ps: Thanks to: Dream-seeking magician, **Dead Emperor, Liu Mubaiyan, and book friends for their rewards. I am going to start a QQ group when I get back from my computer. Are you interested.)
(End of this chapter)
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