Chapter 610 Hell Storm

Looking at these expressionless soldiers, even if John Wick killed countless people, he was a little terrified at this time, and he felt even more incredible about the technological power of the hotel.

Directly instilling combat skills, and these guys who don't look like living people, the hidden strength of the hotel is too powerful!

"Can you understand me?" John Wick asked, looking at the hundred and fifty identical biochemical people behind him.

"Of course, sir, we are instructed to obey you."

"Okay! I need your team now. Twenty people will cause chaos in the front, and the rest will go to the back with me to raid."

"Yes, sir."

The power of the vampire has a buff at night, but this buff is just that, and doesn't create an overwhelming advantage.

Bella originally planned to have 10,000 cyborgs, but now there are 30,000 cyborg soldiers in her hands, so she can be more calm in dispatching troops.

The troops are sufficient, and the biochemical soldiers also carry silver bullets and silver tactical straight knives. Even if it is one for ten, she is not at a loss.

As the second hand pointed to nine o'clock, the biochemical soldiers distributed in New York City's large and small houses, nightclubs, casinos, car washes and many hospital morgues attacked at the same time.

John Wick and more than a dozen other elites led the attack on the vampires located on Wall Street. The vampires here were older and hidden deeper.

At this time, John Wick hid in the dark, set up a sniper rifle, and then ordered the biochemical soldiers to attack.

"Who are you?!" The guard at the door stopped them, his eyes looked a little red against the moonlight at night.

The biochemical soldier stabbed with a knife. The vampire guard's reaction speed was much faster than that of the biochemical man. He grabbed the biochemical man's wrist, and then tore it out fiercely.

"Pfft" milky white, milk-like artificial blood sprayed his face.

"What the hell is this?" Before he could understand what was going on, the silver tactical straight knives in the hands of the rest of the cyborgs stabbed into his chest, and the vampire guards turned into fly ash on the spot, which made it possible to watch from a distance. John Wick was surprised. Are there really vampires in the world? !

He kept shooting at vampires who tried to escape, and the cyborg soldiers were a bit rigid in their methodical attack on incoming orders.

Biochemical soldiers have no emotions, they don't know fear, and they don't care about sacrifice.

The fear of death seriously affected their combat effectiveness, and they were beaten to the point of being beaten without even showing 70% of their abilities.

Such a scene took place in the streets of New York City. Bella used the cauldron of all things, divination, and interrogation of vampire traitors to obtain more than 80 strongholds. Now they are attacked at the same time, and the peaceful night was instantly destroyed by gunfire and Overwhelmed by the sound of explosions.

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After losing the advantage of the sudden attack, the vampires also started to fight back, and the biochemical people kept breaking their necks, and the milky white artificial blood was everywhere, and the scene looked particularly "evil".

Below a gorgeous building on Wall Street, as many peripheral families were attacked, a large number of blood descendants died tragically, and some surviving family elders and warriors quickly gathered here.

The American media has always said that the people on Wall Street are vampires. In fact, they are very correct. Some ancient secret party vampires live here, using the huge wealth accumulated by their families to participate in and control the development of the world economy.

The night was originally the most active time for vampires. At this time, several well-dressed vampires who looked quite gentlemanly stood or sat in the hall to listen to the reports of their subordinates.

Some vampire elders were swearing in weird English accents, while others wanted to let other families go to the top of the tank and take advantage of it themselves.

Before they could discuss a solution, the door was pushed open with a thud, and a tall, muscular vampire strode in, grabbing a biochemical human with only a head left.

Several vampire elders frowned, the milky white, fluorocarbon-based solution in the biochemical human body can replace the hemoglobin that transmits oxygen to the blood. This artificial blood smells a little pungent and a little weird to humans, but it is not suitable for vampires. Said, this thing is similar to stinky tofu, it smells so bad!

"Idiot! What are you doing? Do you know where this place is?" Several vampire elders yelled loudly.

The tall vampire was even more angry: "It's you who are stupid! You only know how to sit here and research, have you researched anything? The enemy is about to come here! It's long overdue to kill all those humans and kill them to the point of fear. , not what you idiots call economic control! Where is your control? Let me see!"

The hardliners in the vampires, that is, the younger generation, have long been dissatisfied with the dominance of the old vampires. These guys will never die, and the young vampires will never be able to take the lead. The contradiction between the two sides is very deep. burst out.

"Dickon Firth, remember your identity!" An old vampire snapped.

The other party did not retreat half a step, and looked at each other timidly, as if looking at some life and death enemy.

An old vampire raised his hand and cast out a black fog, the smoke tumbling, and it contained a lot of dark magic power. Dickon Firth knew the power of this spell and slammed out the door viciously.

"His Royal Highness Hellstorm, we have been attacked, and now we need some help from our allies." The oldest vampire in the room, with skin like a mummy, said to the empty seat beside him.

A young man suddenly appeared on the seat. He had blond hair, blood-red eyes, and an inverted pentagram symbolizing Satan was drawn on his naked chest.

His appearance instantly raised the room temperature by ten degrees, and Hellstorm glanced at the old vampire, his voice a little hoarse: "We formed an alliance with vampires to fight against heaven, not to help you fight."

Hellstorm's tone was full of dissatisfaction: "Look at what you all did? I reminded you before not to provoke that woman, but you promised me at the time!"

The old vampire said mournfully: "It's just the private actions of some young people. They are wrong, but they are kind. Several ancestors acquiesced to their actions. We have a backhand, but unfortunately it was destroyed by the passing human. ...... Back to the topic, why are we so eager to grow our strength? Isn't it for the ultimate victory of hell?"

Hellstorm was all laughing angrily: "Does hell need you to do this? You are reluctant to use those so-called elites, play tricks, and play tricks, this is your ending today!"

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