Chapter 7 I'm in Good Spirits

"I'm really stupid, really,"

Victor raised his lifeless eyes and muttered silently in his heart,

"I only knew that when we encircled Brad, we should drive him to this abandoned factory so as not to alert others quietly;

But I didn't know that others would come, even though I started to deploy a week ago, consuming blood and essence, and transformed nearly a hundred low-level blood slaves as cannon fodder and thugs,

The blood slaves are very obedient and listen to my words; but they have no wisdom, empty heads, and can only understand my simple commands, not to mention the use of firearms and other complex instructions. I'm afraid they will hit I didn't equip them with weapons,

I should have realized that the person who fell from the sky at this time would not be a normal person, but a freak or a "superhero". I was carried away and thought I could complete the task smoothly,

But I never thought I would end up in such a situation,

Am I going to die...

Link grabbed the collar of Victor who was lying on the ground, lifted him up, and quickly walked to a wall,

One hand grabbed Victor's throat and pressed him against the wall,

The other hand was leaning on the steel bar with rusty red marks on the surface. He pulled out a relatively handy one from the pile,

"Puff--"

Raising the rusty red steel bar in his hand, Link stabbed it straight into Victor's shoulder and nailed it to the wall,

The blood stained his collar red, Victor's face was full of pain, and he kept wailing and screaming,

Looking at Victor's ugly and embarrassed posture, Link was calm in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

But the severe pain in his arm did not ease,

Using the torn cloth strips, Link simply bandaged himself and checked the condition of his wound,

Fortunately, it was just a scratch, and the bullet did not remain in the body The worst situation did not happen. Of course, Link was bandaging himself while knocking down the blood slaves who kept coming up. Brad also played a role. Although he was out of ammunition and food, he still carried two silver-plated daggers with him as melee weapons in case of emergency. While Link was dealing with Victor, he was also fighting with the blood slaves, which bought Link some time and relieved a lot of pressure. After neatly slicing the neck of the last blood slave who was pressed to the ground, Brad hurried to Link and asked: "Link, are you okay? "

Waving his hands, Link said nothing, but stared at Victor who was still wailing with full energy.

Is he angry? Or what?

Link was not very clear about his current emotions. Perhaps after coming to this world and getting the template, his fear of death has gradually decreased?

Maybe before this, he had been too smooth sailing for more than a month.

To be precise, Link did not integrate his state of mind into this world. He still held the mentality of "playing the world".

Maybe it was the familiarity with the plot of this world that made Link seem to have a certain "arrogance" towards everything in this world.

Just like the attitude of players facing NPCs when playing games.

But as time passed, this increasingly real world left a deeper and deeper impression on Link.

Finally, today was the first time Link was injured. Oh no, it was the first time he felt himself Being so close to the god of death,

It turns out that reality is not a game, and life is only once (at least now it is only once),

Link also clearly realized that no matter how powerful "Link" in the template state is, it is "false",

Only when these powers are integrated into oneself, making oneself invulnerable, and truly powerful enough to make everything tremble at one's feet, is the "road" that one should take.

Perhaps that cynical mentality should be corrected, and one needs to be more serious.

Sorting out the chaotic thoughts, Link raised his head and slowly walked towards Victor,

Victor saw Link walking towards him and hurriedly wanted to get up,

But the steel bar that penetrated his left shoulder and bound him tightly tore the healed wound and dragged Victor's nerve endings,

"Ahhhhhh——"

"Snap——"

Suddenly, Link raised his hand sharply and slapped Victor heavily,

"You are sick. "

Feeling the burning pain on his face, Victor suppressed his anger and spoke humbly,

"No...no"

(_)）

"Pa——"

"Why are you screaming if you are not sick? You are the only one with the loudest voice, right!"

After being slapped again, Victor was completely furious. He was furious for a while.

Looking at Link's clenched fist and the expectant look in his eyes that hoped he would resist, as if he would find an excuse to beat him to death as long as he made any unusual moves,

and Brad's sympathetic eyes behind him, Victor chose to endure again,

Okay! In order to survive, I will endure!

The swollen cheeks made Victor look so ridiculous.

Satisfiedly appreciating the artwork full of "symmetrical aesthetics" created by himself,

Link smiled and said,

"Do you know why I hit you?"

"?"

"Pa--"

Another slap was thrown over,

((_))

"Why don't you talk! You are stubborn, right!"

"Pa--"

"I..."

"Pa--"

"You ask... uh..."

A heavy punch hit Victor's stomach directly,

The force was transmitted to various internal organs There was a turmoil,

Although the vampire's internal organs were more resilient than ordinary people, even under Link's deliberate control, Victor's internal organs could not stop being crushed,

Victor could not help but curl up his body, like a cooked prawn, and rolled his eyes, with snot and tears flowing,

"Very good, you are the most stubborn person I have ever seen, and I like stubborn people the most."

"It is said that a man who knows the times is a hero, it seems that you still don't understand this truth, I will use my own way to make you speak..."

"Pa——"

"Bang— —”

“Boom——”

…

An hour and a half later, Link sat breathlessly, took a bottle of pure water from Brad, and drank it.

Seeing Brad hesitate, wanting to say something but not speaking,

Link spoke calmly,

“What’s wrong?”

“Um… Link, are you really okay?”

“No, I’m fine!”

“I’m not talking about my body…”

“Oh! I think I’m in a good mental state. Playing with sandbags can relieve stress. You want to come Try it?"

"No, no."

Brad silently moved to the side, but saw Victor, who had been tortured beyond recognition, staring at him with a complicated look,

(益)

As if saying:

"We are all vampires, do you really want to watch me being beaten to death by this monster! ?"

Perhaps he understood what Victor meant, Brad's hesitant look became firm,

(_)

Then, under Victor's expectant gaze,

Brad actually——closed his eyes!

Picking up the scattered cloth on the ground, wiping off the bloody filth on his fist,

Link leaned down and spoke softly in Victor's ear,

"In fact, I didn't intend to ask you anything at the beginning, because I don't care who you are, the organization behind you, what you want to do, and what you are going to do,"

"I just wanted to beat you up."

"But now, I've beaten enough, you can rest in peace."

Hearing this, Victor raised his mouth with effort and smiled, and closed his eyes peacefully with a smile on his face,

Because just now for him , was the longest hour and a half he had ever experienced in his life.

Victor had never hated his strong recovery ability as a vampire so much. He was in so much pain, but he could still survive, hanging on for a breath, unable to get real relief.

Now, he can finally be free...

"Crack-Puff-Puff"

Link stretched out his hand and broke Victor's neck. At the same time, he pulled out a steel bar and repeatedly pierced his heart in his chest until it was completely smashed.

After all, the powerful regeneration ability of vampires must be guarded against.

In order to ensure that Victor will never Possibly "resurrected",

Link looked back at Brad and asked,

"Do you have a fire?"

Brad, with a shocked face, had not yet walked out of the "Bloody Butcher's Little Theater" just now. When Link asked this, he hurriedly said,

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes."

Handed over a silver-white metal lighter engraved with rose patterns,

Took the lighter, Link looked around and found a few barrels of oil piled in the corner,

Brad also dragged the blood slave corpses around and piled them together,

After everything was done, Link raised He picked up the lighter in his hand,

He flicked the engine cover with his fingers, the gears turned, and sparks were produced by friction, igniting the cotton wick,

"Ding——"

He threw the lit metal lighter in his hand towards the "hill" of corpses, and the bright flame touched the combustibles and spread rapidly,

Link left here without looking back,

Brad, who was still staring at the burning fire behind him, hurried to catch up,

"Hey! Link, wait for me..."

In the silent night sky, there was only the abandoned factory that gradually lit up the orange light, and a black bat that quietly passed by...