Chapter 101 Before Dawn

Click!

The sound of pulling the pump is crisp and pleasant.

Winchester, a famous gun of the century.

In London, the foggy city in 1888, Lu Li had seen someone using it, and the Winchester M12 shotgun in his hand was the brilliance of the pump-type firearm. The soldiers affectionately called it: trench sweeper. device.

boom! boom!

The ear-piercing gunfire gave bystanders the illusion that 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 daring drivers got up and unconsciously raised their heads to see the result——

This time, Gus was not as lucky as before. The rear tires all exploded, and the iron sheet on the door was riddled with holes, making people wonder whether the goods inside would still be intact.

In fact, the Blood Ancestor had woken up from his deep sleep, and it was lying silently in the loam, because, before crossing the river, it couldn't leave its own soil for too long, or too far away.

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

After speaking, Lu Li got out of the police car with a shotgun in his hand.

Due to inertia, the white Nissan sedan, which had lost two tires, rushed into the green belt. After dragging for tens of meters, it hit a concrete pile and spun in circles on the road.

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

Gus yelled angrily:

"White man, bitch!"

"First, get out of here."

"Second, suck me*!"

"Third, send someone to save me!"

Facing the police with shotguns, he has no power to fight back, unless Satan appears.

Thinking of this, Gus grabbed the seat to stabilize his figure, then, with a low body, he loaded the pistol while looking at the coffin placed in the back row.

"Brother, what the hell are you? Can make those stupid fuckers go crazy."

Gus rapped and complained.

After the words fell, the coffin began to shake violently.

The Blood Ancestor felt the danger instinctively. The human being walking here was too dangerous, even more dangerous than the demon hunter who had chased and killed him for more than ten centuries.

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

After Gus's mysterious employer finished speaking, Lu Li's cell phone rang at the same time, and the caller ID was [Sheriff Ross]

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

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

Nearly ninety years old, he was dying.

For people of this age, modern medicine has become as useless as chicken ribs. After all, an old body can hardly bear even a heart transplant, let alone other surgeries.

Now, Palmer can only stay in a room with a temperature 20 degrees below normal, lingering on his last breath.

"I've known in my life what it's like to cross a line."

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

Beside Palmer, a man in a suit put his phone back in his pocket and remained silent.

"I still can't get used to it, you without breathing."

"Yeah, I miss breathing sometimes too."

While the two were talking, a man wearing a cat mask walked out of the elevator. He had black hair, a Japanese-style short sword on his shoulder, and a handbag in each hand. He said in fluent English, "You guys better find a way to get rid of this Lu Li People, at all costs."

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

He has no interest in money, nor in women. Judging from the performance of this Mr. Zhou climbing up 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 long for health and longevity.

"They? It can only be stopped temporarily."

The cat-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's name is Wei Feng, and his identity may be a policeman or a security guard, find a way Put him out of work."

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

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

"You better shut up, German."

"Of course, if you want to die, I'm more than happy to oblige."

The serious tone made Mr. Palmer frown. He didn't know how the loyal servant of the Blood Ancestor, who had kept a low profile, offended this person.

"Mr. Zhou, this should be the first time we've met."

The smile on Elhorst's face remained undiminished, he stared at the person who provoked him, and continued: "Besides, I am no longer a human being, so why should I talk about my nationality?"

Under his eyelids, there is a layer of film that does not belong to humans, and quickly closes from the left and right sides to the middle. They are constantly sliding on the surface of the eyeball, which is disgusting.

Mr. Palmer shuddered at this, but burned again at the thought of the benefits of being such a creature.

From the beginning to the end, none of the three looked at the screen.

Because, in order to ensure that the Blood Ancestor crossed the river smoothly, they deliberately set up a backup at the Queensboro Bridge.

5:20 a.m., 59th Street.

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

Local gangs gathered here, and they drove a large number of cars from the other side of the bridge in reverse, aiming to intercept the opponent's way; the snipers guarding nearby fired cold shots, forcing the damn policeman to find a bunker.

At the same time, passers-by who parked their cars on both sides of the road kept making emergency calls, but they did not receive any response, and none of the traffic police and district police who were supposed to be stationed nearby could see it. Like disappearing from the map of New York.

"Finally something 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 blocked the way and the sniper was involved. It seemed that the other party had only this ability.

At first, he thought that heavy firearms such as rocket launchers would appear. However, considering that the order has not yet collapsed and the chaebols dare not do things too much, the current situation is probably what the black hands behind the scenes can do. The limit is reached.

"Help get this cabinet into the car."

Gus didn't dare to get close to the coffin, so he simply ordered a few gang members who didn't know about it to help carry it.

Suddenly, one of them screamed terribly, let go of the coffin, waved his bloody arm, and a bullet accurately penetrated the guy's ulna.

Apparently, when the distance was widened, Lu Li pulled out the Beretta pistol in the holster.

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