A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 Click!

　　 The sound of pulling the pump is clear and sweet.

　　 Winchester, a famous gun of the century.

In the fog of London in 1888, Lu Li had seen someone use it, and the Winchester M12 shotgun in his hand was a brilliant pump-style gun. The soldiers kindly called it: trench cleaning. Device.

boom! boom!

　　 The harsh gunfire made the onlookers feel like they were in Mexico where criminal activities were rampant.

　　 You know, this is New York!

　　 One of the centers of the world economy!

　　 At the same time, some courageous drivers got up and unconsciously raised their heads to see the result——

　　 This time, Gus did not have his previous good luck. All the rear tires exploded, and the iron sheet on the door was riddled with holes. People couldn't help wondering whether the goods inside were still intact.

　　 In fact, the blood ancestor has awakened from its deep sleep, and it lies silently in the loam, because, before crossing the river, it cannot leave its breeding soil for too long, or too far.

　　 "It's over, one shot is the finale? It's unbelievably simple."

　　 After finishing speaking, Lu Li walked out of the police car holding the shotgun.

　　 Due to inertia, the white Nissan car that lost its two tires rushed into the green belt. After dragging for several tens of meters, it hit a concrete pile and slew it in circles on the road.

　　 However, the employer on the other end of the phone didn't care, and continued to exhort: "You repeat, three rules."

　　 Gus exasperatedly yelled:

　　 "White guy, bitch!"

　　 "First, **** you."

　　 "Second, **** me*!"

　　 "Third, send someone to rescue me!"

　　 Facing a policeman holding a shotgun, he has no power to fight back unless Satan appears.

　　 Thinking of this, Gus grasped the seat to stabilize his figure, then, slumped, he shot the pistol while looking at the coffin placed in the back row.

　　 "Brother, what the **** are you? It can make those silly X-slips so crazy."

　　 Gus complained like a rap.

　　The words fell, and the coffin began to shake violently.

　　 The blood ancestor instinctively felt the danger. The human being walking towards here was too dangerous, even more dangerous than the demon hunter who had chased him for more than ten centuries.

　　 "Remember to send the host across the river before dawn."

　　 After Guth’s mysterious employer finished speaking, Lu Li’s cell phone rang at the same moment, and the caller ID was displayed as "Sergeant Ross"

　　 It's a pity that Lu Li didn't answer. It might not be a good thing to call at this time.

　　 At the Shixin Group headquarters not too far from 59th Street, an old man sitting in a wheelchair, silently watching the live broadcast from the road surveillance.

　　 Nearly ninety years old, he is about to die.

　　For people of this age, modern medicine has become as useless as chicken ribs. After all, an old body cannot bear even a heart-replacement operation, let alone other surgical procedures.

　　 Right now, Palmer can only stay in a room that is 20 degrees below normal temperature, lingering.

　　 "I have experienced in my life what it's like to act across boundaries."

　　 "This time, we crossed the line again, didn't we?"

　　Beside Palmer, a man in a suit and leather shoes put his mobile phone back in his pocket and was silent.

　　 "I still can't adapt, you who are not breathing."

　　 "Yes, I sometimes miss the feeling of breathing."

While the two were talking, a man wearing a monkey mask walked out of the elevator, with black hair, a Japanese-style knife on his shoulder, and a handbag in his left and right hands. He said in fluent English, "You'd better find a way to get rid of this one named Lu Li. People, don't hesitate to use all means."

　　 "Mr. Zhou, don't you have confidence in your subordinates?" Palmer pressed the button, the wheelchair rose, and he stared at this more mysterious man.

　　 has no interest in money or women. Judging from the performance of Mr. Zhou climbing to the top of the building with his bare hands yesterday, he is undoubtedly a monster. He has no physical problems and does not need to be hungry for health and longevity.

　　 "They? I can only stop it temporarily."

The monkey-faced man shook his head, opened the first handbag, and took out a stack of sketches: "Help me find two people. They are in New York. The first person is named Wei Feng. The identity may be a policeman or a security guard. Think of a way. Let him be unemployed."

　　 "The other is called Pan Ming, whose identity is uncertain. If your people meet him, you'd better be polite."

　　The man in the suit who had been expressionless finally got an expression. He smiled, with a strong German accent: "Is this Mr. Pan your friend?"

　　 "German, you better shut up."

　　 "Of course, if you want to die, I'm very happy to help."

　　 The harsh tone made Mr. Palmer frown. He didn't know exactly where the blood ancestor who had kept a low profile had offended this person.

　　 "Mr. Zhou, we should see each other for the first time."

　　 Ehorst smiled undiminished, staring at the person who provoked him, and continued: "Besides, I am no longer a human being, so how can I say my nationality?"

　　 Under his eyelids, there was a thin film that was never human, and quickly closed from the left and right sides to the middle. They kept sliding on the surface of the eyeball, which was disgusting.

　　 About this, Mr. Palmer shuddered, but when he thought of the benefits of being such a creature, he felt a fire in his heart.

　　From start to finish~www.readwn.com~ the three of them didn't even glance at the screen.

　　Because, in order to ensure that the blood ancestors cross the river smoothly, they deliberately set up a backstop on the Queensboro Bridge.

　　 Five twenty in the morning, 59th Street.

　　 At this moment, Gus has a deeper understanding of his employer——

　　 Local gang members gathered here. They drove a large number of cars retrograde from the other end of the bridge, aiming to intercept the opponent's way; the sniper guarding nearby put cold guns to force the damned policeman to find shelter.

At the same time, passers-by who parked their cars on both sides of the road kept making emergency calls, but they did not get any response. The traffic police and district police who were supposed to be stationed nearby could not be seen. The whole area seemed to be from The same disappeared on the map of New York.

　　 "It's finally interesting."

　　 Hiding sideways behind the concrete pier, Lu Li was not nervous, but heaved a sigh of relief.

　　 At this time, all the little mice hiding in the dark were exposed. The truck was blocking the road and the sniper was involved. It seems that the opponent has only this ability.

At first, he thought there would be heavy firearms like bazookas, but considering that the order has not collapsed, the chaebols dare not do too much. The current situation is estimated to be what the black hands behind the scenes can do. It's the limit.

　　 "Help bring this cabinet to the car."

　　 Gus did not dare to get close to the coffin, and simply directed a few unsuspecting gang members to help carry it.

　　 Suddenly, one of them screamed bitterly, loosened the coffin, waved his **** arm, and a bullet penetrated the guy's ulna accurately.

　　 Obviously, as the distance was widened, Lu Li pulled out the Beretta pistol from the holster.

　　 "Since someone is covering up, I'll let go a little bit."