People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 117 Torture Information

Mike witnessed the Proxima Midnight werewolf tearing up the vampire. The scene is not enough to describe the scene of blood.

Stumps and colorful internal organs everywhere.

It is strange that these dead vampires did not immediately turn to ashes.

“Leave alive.” Mike found that the Proxima Midnight werewolf was furious, but his eyesight was clear, and his reason was obviously corroded by animalism-which is a bit remarkable.

The vampire stuck in the corner was the only survivor, and this guy was scared to pee.

literal meaning.

A puddle of yellow water came out of his crotch.

Mike knew for the first time that vampires also excrete.

Strange knowledge increased.

When you think vampires are mysterious, elegant, and noble, imagine Dracula constipated and squatting on the toilet and looking hideously, you probably won’t have inexplicable worship. The same applies to your male god or goddess. The most suitable place for survival of idols is in fantasy. When you think that idols will eat and drink Lazarus and continue to worship, most of them have been beaten by society and matured.

Definitely, Mike didn’t know if Dracula would be constipated, so he had the opportunity to ask in person.

The Blade Warrior asked the terrified vampire: “Where is Dracula?”

The vampire shook his head desperately.

“Don’t tell me?!” Blade’s gaze winked, and he was about to drew his knife to send him on the road.

Mike held Blade silently.

“How can he know Dracula’s whereabouts?” Mike turned to the vampire, “Is that right? Nodded. Calm down, okay, inhale~ Roar~, is it better?”

The vampire nodded desperately, then Roar sucked deeply.

Mike said: “You must have seen it too, my friend is more irritable, so it’s best to tell what you know, otherwise your comrades will end up…”

Mike turned his body sideways and presented the bloody scene in front of Xiao Yan again.

Xiao Yi twitched his legs and almost made the prostate explode in fright. He boldly said: “Unless you let me go, I won’t say a word.”

“Okay. Does he know who it is?” Mike thought for a while and pointed to Blade.

“Yes, Blade Warrior.”

“It’s easy to know his reputation, and use his reputation as a guarantee.”

This messenger will know things tray out.

It turns out that the warehouse is a human detective named Martin and Danica Carlos’s subordinate Asian vampire Viag.

Xiao Lao is often responsible for “delivering food” to big shots, knowing that there is a building in the city center that has a particularly high security level, and big shots often appear.

“Oh, thank you.” Mike smiled.

“Can I go?” Xiaoyu asked cautiously.

“I have no problem.” Mike said.

I just thought of getting up.

The muzzle of the black hole aimed at his head.

Blade shot.

“You said you wouldn’t kill me!” Xiaoyi said loudly.

“Yeah, I won’t kill you, I don’t have any problems with you if you want to leave.” Mike smiled.

“I have an opinion!” Blade grinned and showed white teeth.

“He swears by your credibility.” Xiaoyu is still struggling.

“Haha, unfortunately, I never talk about credibility to vampires. If you have to have a number, it’s definitely a negative number.” Blade pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit Xiaoyi’s eyebrows. His last thought was: “A bunch of liars!”

Haha, Article 10 of the Code for Corrupt Elementary School Students: “Bad people can cheat.”

What do elementary school students know, should they focus on it?

A police siren sounded outside.

Blade asked Mike: “The police you called?”

Mike shook his head: “How is it possible, my mind is not bad.”

Mobias raised his hand: “I seemed to have triggered an alarm when I opened the door.”

Blade: “…, you said it earlier.”

Mike clapped his hands: “It must be the Hagui clan named Martin. It happened to be solved together by the way, and I will run again after saving time.”

Xiaoluo confessed to many Hagui tribes, including rich men, police detectives, lawyers, journalists, professors, stars, politicians…all of them are social elites. These people unite and use them to deal with civilians, easily covering the sky with one hand.

Blade said: “That’s right, but Martin is a hagui clan, his subordinates may not necessarily be, try to be merciful.”

Mike likes the word “as much as possible”, and the virgin bitch is here, and he must use words like “must” and “must”.

Damn, the United States policeman with live ammunition is also on the opposite side.

Mike agreed.

Mobias and Proxima Midnight were also okay.

Blade suddenly remembered: “You have been thinking about it for a long time, shouldn’t you really consider letting that vampire go?”

Mike laughed: “How is it possible, I am an ADC, it’s normal to let people be cautious.”

Blade: “…, although I don’t understand what you are talking about, I am sure you are talking nonsense. Okay, go!”

As soon as the voice fell, Proxima Midnight werewolves took the lead, and Mobias stepped back into the darkness.

People quickly turned around outside.

Mike stunned a rookie policeman and found that there were no more heads to pick up.

Looking at Blade, Proxima Midnight werewolves, Mobius, the most efficient Mobius. He was fascinated in the shadows, and he was very proficient in human body structure-a biochemist, it was normal. Every time he appeared, at least one fell.

The Proxima Midnight werewolf at the forefront attracted most of the firepower. But ordinary bullets can’t break the lush hair and tough skin at all.

Blade pointed the gun at Martin.

Martin is a bald black man, well-dressed and neatly dressed, looking like the kind of leader who sits in the office instead of charging on the front line.

If it weren’t for the vampire factory to be able to join the noble Blood Clan in the future, Martin would not go out in person. Unexpectedly, the car overturned.

Martin forced himself to calm down: “Who are you who attacked the police? This is a federal felony…”

Mike rolled up Martin’s sleeves, revealing the tattoo of the Hagui tribe, “Stop acting, it’s too awkward, and there is no soul.”

Martin was silent, “I won’t say anything, I will die if I say it. You can’t imagine how terrifying it is. No one can stop him.”

“Psst!” Mike couldn’t help laughing.

Capture a frog at the bottom of the well.

“Oh.” Blade shot directly, hitting Martin’s stomach.

Mike asked: “…, why did you shoot suddenly?”

Blade: “He said, he won’t say anything.”

Mike: “That’s just a hard mouth. As a villain, hard words are their style. A dead duck has a hard mouth. Also, if you want to kill, can you hit the key, heart, head…make a shot, as a good deed.”

Martin hurriedly raised his hand to show that he knew everything he could say, that he could rescue him if he missed the internal organs with this shot.

Mike: “Haha.”

Afraid of death so scared as a dog for a vampire, how hard can such a person’s mouth be? Mike thought it was a big joke anyway.

Sure enough, he and Blade sang a tie, and Martin talked a lot with two.

Mike remembered more than two dozen names. On it was Martin’s confession of the Hagui tribe, all of whom were high-ranking officers of the New York Police Department.

“So much?” Blade’s face changed. The New York Police Department was run by a vampire at all.

Mike talked about the paper and said, “You can’t believe these bureaucrats. There are estimated to be ten Hagui tribes out of more than 20. The rest is estimated to be Martin’s opponent or a stumbling block on the road to promotion. Don’t underestimate the bureaucracy and politicians. Shamelessly, they have taken the eradication of opponents as instinct.”

Martin’s face changed.

Mike knew he had guessed it, and he smiled coldly: “The mechanism is too smart, but there is an egg, Deadman.”