Chapter 375: Demon Hunter (Please Collect, Recommend, and Vote for Me) Please Vote for Me!!!

"Thank you...Adam. Bobby thanked Kai a little awkwardly.

Kai poured Bobby a glass of whiskey and shook his head with a smile. "You can call me Kai."

Bobby took the whiskey and opened his mouth. Finally, he said: "Although it's a bit strange for me to say this, but Adam...ah, no, Kai. Some things must be said. John and I have known each other for more than 20 years, and I know everything about him. He always misses you. He wants to accompany you, but he can't, he is a demon hunter, and his appearance is not a good thing for you. I can understand that you don't like or even hate John, and you don't even want to use the name and surname he gave you, but I still want to tell you that he loves you, just like Dean and Sam. "

Only after entering the manor did Bobby know that the magnificent manor in front of him was actually the property of his old friend John's illegitimate son. What he didn't expect was that Dean and Sam had known this illegitimate son a long time ago and had always been in contact.

The two brothers never told him about this. Dean and Sam explained that they were taking revenge on Bobby for hiding it from them before. Bobby obviously knew about Adam's existence a long time ago, but he never revealed it to his brothers.

"Bobby... Can I call you that?" Kai was really amused when he heard Bobby's persuasion. He is not Adam, and he can't have any special feelings for John Winchester. So Bobby's words are completely talking to a cow.

"Of course!"

"The problem between John and me is not that complicated. We are just strangers." Kai said so.

Seeing what Bobby was about to say, Kai immediately interrupted and said, "Reality is reality, Bobby, not those bloody TV series. How can there be so many entanglements between two people who have never met twice in total. My name is Kai, and the name Adam is in the past tense and has nothing to do with John. Really, on the contrary, it will only embarrass me if you mention these things. If I say I care, I am lying to you, and if I say I don’t care about this person, it seems like I am angry, but the problem is that I really don’t have so many thoughts. "

In fact, if it weren’t for the trouble to explain to these demon hunters, Kai wanted to tell them the truth. It was too embarrassing.

Bobby saw Kai’s sincere eyes, and saw Kai’s natural relationship with Dean and Sam, and found that he seemed to have done something unnecessary. After all, what Kai said made sense. John did not spend much time with Adam, and their relationship seemed to have no entanglement except for the blood relationship.

"Oh... embarrassing. "Bobby picked up the glass with a bit of embarrassment and took a big gulp of whiskey.

Fortunately, his old friend immediately saved him. The black old man Rufus came out with his upper body naked, holding his bandaged abdomen. When he saw the whiskey in Bobby's hand, his eyes lit up and he immediately walked to the sofa and sat down next to Bobby.

Then he picked up the whiskey on the table and poured himself a glass of wine. →

"Highland Park 12-year-old single malt whiskey, good wine. This stuff is not cheap. "Holding the bottle, Rufus's whole body lit up, and his face, which was originally pale due to blood loss, was full of vitality.

Highland Park came from Scotland and was known for its slow and gentle process. It was kept in oak barrels for at least 12 years to allow the fiery alcohol to ferment and mature, ensuring that the original malt flavor was more perfect. Wine tasting expert Michaelson once praised the flavor of Highland Park as "a natural winner among single malt whiskeys" and gave it a high rating of 90 points in his book.

This wine is not expensive. The key is that it is rare. This brand is a very old distillery located in the Orkney Islands off the northeast corner of Scotland. It is the northernmost distillery on the earth. It has been established since 1792 and has always used traditional crafts. The annual output is so small that you must have connections to buy it.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Bobby grabbed Rufus' hand and stopped him from drinking.

"You are crazy, don't forget that someone opened a hole in your stomach just now."

"It's okay, you can drink as long as the game is not interrupted. Alcohol is the best anesthetic, don't you know? "After saying that, Bobby took a big gulp of wine.

Dean and Sam also came out at this time. People like them who have been walking outside for many years and doing things that are not allowed to be seen in public, they must know emergency knowledge. Rufus's knife wound on the abdomen miraculously avoided all vital parts, so it only looked serious. In fact, after stopping the bleeding, disinfecting and suturing, it was not a big deal.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you say you would arrive today? Why did it become like this? "Dean was very curious why Rufus was injured.

Rufus is an old black man whose age is unknown. He really doesn't know his age. He only knows that he was born in Texas. Well, this is one of the states with the most serious racial discrimination in the United States. It is a white state with a small proportion of blacks. In the era when Rufus was born, discrimination was even more terrible.

Rufus has no parents. He was picked up and raised by someone. The person who picked him up was obviously not a good person. In short, he grew up in a garbage dump since he was a child, so he didn't know how old he was until he was picked up by a demon hunter. The demon hunter used him as bait to hunt a werewolf. At first, the demon hunter just wanted him as bait to hunt a werewolf. Originally, he would definitely die, and the demon hunter didn't plan that he would survive at the beginning.

But he really survived. After that, he followed the demon hunter and began his career as a demon hunter.

He has more experience than Bobby because he taught Bobby. He and Bobby worked together for decades, but they fell out in the end. This is not surprising, because the partnership between demon hunters never lasts long. There are many reasons, but there is no rule to summarize. It can only be attributed to the curse of the demon hunter.

Although they fell out, the relationship between the two old men was not broken. They were the kind of people who would never get along with each other, but once something happened, they would sacrifice their lives for each other.

This vampire battle royale was too noisy, and many demon hunters noticed this. Because Bobby was an old man with good relationships, he contacted many demon hunters to come to Chicago, intending to find out what happened.

After learning the news, Rufus also followed.

"We met vampires on the way here." Bobby explained. "Rufus and I, along with a few other demon hunters we happened to meet, dealt with them, but we didn't expect that this would attract another group of powerful vampires, so we fled separately. Rufus was injured while fleeing."

"You mean, a group of powerful vampires ran to Chicago?" Kai asked in surprise.

These days, it has been difficult for Kai to find vampires gathered together in the city, and those who did are just a bunch of scattered soldiers. This has led to a serious reduction in Kai's efficiency in gaining experience recently. It is also because his clone ability has serious limitations. He can't leave one in Chicago and run away.

The clone now has the same physical strength as the original body, and can also use a few small spells, but the housekeeping skills and plundered abilities are not available. But it is enough to deal with it. The key is that the existence of the clone is time-limited, and it will disappear after more than 24 hours.

Originally thought that there would be no such good experience-gaining opportunity in a short period of time, but unexpectedly, there are still vampires going to Chicago, which is a bit interesting.

...

Just when Kai was entertaining guests, countless killings were going on in the blooming night of Chicago.

A group of black-clad men in strange uniforms are massacring the active demon hunters in the city. The uniforms of this group are really strange, a bit like diving suits, but they seem to have a more technological feel than diving suits. The demon hunters' bullets hit those uniforms, but they couldn't penetrate them. In addition to the black tight combat uniforms, they also wore combat vests on their upper bodies, holding various sophisticated firearms, carrying melee weapons on their backs, and wearing helmets similar to motorcycle racers on their heads.

The efficiency of these people in combat is extremely amazing. They cooperate with each other tacitly, and their shots are ruthless and merciless. As long as they are targeted by them, it is equivalent to being targeted by the god of death.

Although most demon hunters are eccentric, there are still some places dedicated to communication, generally speaking, demon hunter bars. This kind of bar is usually in some corners, and the business is extremely bleak. These bars are supported by the consumption of demon hunters. By the way, the consumption of these bars is very expensive, but because they can obtain intelligence and replenish weapons and supplies, demon hunters still like to gather in demon hunter bars.

There are basically one or two such bars in every big city.

Chicago is no exception, but today, at least today, Chicago's Demon Hunter Bar has become history.

This group of men in black slaughtered all the demon hunters in the entire Demon Hunter Bar, leaving only a few alive, including Charlie, the owner of the Demon Hunter Bar.

The men in black pressed the survivors to the ground and knelt, and then waited quietly.

After about three minutes, the clear sound of high heels stepping on the ground came.

Click, click, click.

A woman wearing a tight combat uniform inside and a black leather windbreaker outside walked in. The woman was very beautiful. Although it was a bit tough, it looked just right on her face, highlighting her nobility and coldness. What was even more amazing was her eyes. The azure blue eyes made people unconsciously fall into them. It was not the kind of charm that women had for men, but a kind of beauty similar to holiness and purity, which made people unconsciously want to get close to her. It was just that her sharp teeth slightly exposed at the corners of her mouth showed the identity of this woman.

Vampire!

The woman walked up to a demon hunter with a cat-like step and gently lifted his chin.

"Tell me, where are Blade and Hannibal?"

Before the woman spoke, the demon hunter was a little dazed, as if he was amazed by the beauty in front of him, but when she asked about Blade and Hannibal's information, the demon hunter suddenly woke up and realized that the woman in front of him was a vampire! And he was a demon hunter!

"Pah!" The woman responded with a mouthful of blood spit.

People who can become demon hunters are definitely not out of hobbies or lofty ambitions. This job is dangerous, moneyless, lonely, and can even drive people crazy. Only lunatics will choose to let themselves die socially, hiding their identities from then on, without love, family affection, and social interaction, in order to devote themselves to this profession.

Anyone who chooses to become a demon hunter has a tragic past. Happiness is the same, but misfortune has its own misfortune, but the tragedies of demon hunters are mostly the same, all caused by those monsters that feed on humans.

They have a deep hatred for those aliens. Everyone may succumb to these monsters, but the demon hunter will not. Without this determination, you can't become a demon hunter!

Puff!

A flash of blood flashed, and a man in black behind the demon hunter chopped off his head with a sword.

A trace of fluctuation flashed in the woman's blue eyes, as if she was pitying.

Then comes the next one. The results are similar. Until the end, only the owner of the Witcher Bar remained.

Charlie is an older demon hunter. Although he is only thirty-three years old, he started his demon hunting journey when his whole family was killed by an evil spirit when he was fifteen years old. When he was thirty years old, his knee was bitten by a werewolf, and he had no choice but to quit the demon hunting industry. He took over the bar from its previous owner. As for why the previous owner changed ownership of the bar... the reason is also very simple. Every demon hunter will not die well, and the previous owner is no exception.

Demon hunters who hunt those monsters will eventually die at the hands of those monsters.

"Ahem, how are you? Girl, do you want to know? Okay, I can tell you." Charlie said with a weird smile while coughing up blood.

"Say!" the woman said coldly.

"As long as you let me fuck you, I'll tell you! Hahaha, isn't it a good deal? Oh, by the way, you are a vampire, do you monsters still have feelings? Do you want your brother's hot big dick to moisten you? Underneath your cold knotted net? Hahahaha!”

Charlie is a very gentle man, unlike many witchers, not rude at all. It's hard to imagine this man saying such vulgar things.

The woman's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and she stared at Charlie.

"You want to die?"

This looks like a threat, but is actually a question. She discovered that the man wanted nothing more than to die.

Charlie stopped smiling, being seen through. Falling into the hands of these monsters, Charlie actually felt that having his head chopped off with a knife was the best result, at least that was what they usually did to vampires.

"No, you won't die." The woman grabbed Charlie's neck and lifted him up, then opened her mouth and bit his neck.

Charlie struggled to avoid it, but to no avail. But just when the woman was about to bite his skin. A flash of pleasure flashed in Charlie's eyes.

"Fake Squid, freak!"

At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared and kicked Charlie away!

The woman turned her head and looked at the dark figure. It was an Asian man. He was not wearing a helmet like the others. If Kai were there, he might look familiar, because the first vampire he killed in Chicago looked very similar to the man in front of him.

The Asian vampire made no sound to explain, but took out a needleless syringe from Charlie's sleeve.

He took the thing, smelled it, and said, "It's silver nitrate!"

At this time, black blood continued to flow from the corner of Charlie's mouth. Silver nitrate was not only corrosive, but also highly toxic. About 10 grams could kill someone. And this thing is more toxic to vampires. If you get a little bit of it, you will definitely die.

Charlie planned to die with this woman, but in the end he failed, and he could only enjoy this thing alone.

The woman looked at the needleless syringe, and then at Charlie who was lying on the ground and losing his breath. Finally turned around and left.