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Seeing that the three adults had lost two on Wednesday, he immediately became anxious. If he had wanted to give it a try before, now the three adults had lost two, and he was still struggling! Loyalty to the clan leads Wednesday to do what is in the best interest of the clan.

"Sir! Go quickly! Go quickly!"

The last man in black robe saw the two companions he had been with day and night dying, and he was furious. But in the end, the rationality of survival made him calm down. Four against two, and two were killed in reverse. What will happen now when two against two are killed? Needless to say?

It's important to escape!

The man in black robe did a backflip, widened the distance between him and the blade, and then dodged and fled towards the door!

Of course, Blade couldn't let him go and wanted to chase him immediately. But at this time Wednesday, he found an automatic rifle from the ground and shot Blade continuously. Blade rushed towards Wednesday with several rounds of bullets, but Wednesday shot with his other hand. Turning the page, a pistol appeared in his hand and fired three shots at Blade's knee!

The blade was hit all of a sudden, and he could only kneel down on one knee, watching the old ghost rush out the door!

While Wednesday held the blade, he did not forget to shoot Hannibal. Then he threw away the automatic that emptied the magazine, and pulled out the second one from his waist. With a continuous popping sound, he pressed towards Hannibal and the blade.

For a moment, Hannibal and Blade were actually suppressed.

When Hannibal counterattacked, he decisively jumped behind the counter next to him, crouched and moved forward quickly while removing the empty magazine and replacing it with a new one. What he has to do now is to delay time for that adult!

So we must stop them both!

But at this time.

Suddenly there was a scream outside the gate!

"No! Don't come over! Don't come over!"

Then I saw the man in black robe who had finally escaped running in again!

Wednesday was stunned.

"Sir! You..."

"There's a monster!!! There's a monster! Run!!!" The man in black robe didn't care about Wednesday at all, but ran towards Hannibal and the others. It looked like he was going to die.

But the blade didn't move, and neither did Hannibal.

Blade frowned and looked at Hannibal: "No wonder you are so embarrassed...it turns out your dog is elsewhere."

By this time Wednesday had forgotten to shoot, and Hannibal didn't need to be so alert. He wiped his sweat and stood up.

"There's nothing we can do. There are too many scum in this building. It's more efficient to act separately."

Dao Feng frowned. He never cared much about human affairs, except for the Hagui clan. So I still feel a bit... I can't say I can't accept Hannibal's massacre, but it still feels too cruel.

Hannibal didn't explain. Hannibal's character is not that of a nice guy.

In just two words, all the lights outside the gate were extinguished, and waves of darkness poured in from outside the gate. Then countless eyes opened in the darkness and stared at the fleeing man in black robe. The man in black robe was about to approach Hannibal and the others. While he was there, a big mouth suddenly stretched out from the ceiling and bit him!

Seeing this scene on Wednesday, he immediately raised his hand and shot at the monster, hoping to save the man in black robe.

But this move not only failed to save the man in black robe, but instead attracted the attention of another monster in the darkness.

In fact, Blade knew that the outcome was destined after the hounds appeared, so he didn't feel anything strange. On the contrary, Wednesday's actions surprised Blade again.

The sacrifice of one's life before had already surprised Dao Feng. Unexpectedly, he still didn't give up now... When did the vampires also have such a realization?

Blade has killed so many vampires. It's not that he has never seen vampires who are loyal and emotional, but he has never seen such a dedicated one...

Do you need to be so loyal?

At the same time, this also made Blade even more wary of this vampire group known as the 'Ancient Blooders'.

Blade is not afraid of vampires. After all, even if those guys get together, they are only superficially united. In fact, they are selfish. Everyone only cares about themselves. Seeing that there are many people, they are actually a mess. No matter how many of these vampires there are, Blade is not afraid.

But this Wednesday in front of him made Blade see a terrifying reality, that is, among the vampires, there is a highly organized and disciplined clan!

He's not afraid of vampires being strong, he's afraid of vampires uniting!

In the darkness, a monster that looked like a snake, a dog, or a crocodile with eyes all over its body came out and stopped in front of Wednesday.

That terrifying, indescribable shape brought a strong impact to Wednesday. At that moment, Wednesday's thoughts began to become confused, as if his thinking was disturbed by something. He wanted to calm down, but the ever-present feeling The turmoil kept disturbing me.

"No! No! Monster! Monster!!!"

During the previous period, the hound had finally eaten enough souls and finally began to evolve. Their next stage is called Msisha, also known as the Lord of Tindalos, a more powerful and rarer form of fiend.

According to legend, Msisha is a being composed of a multi-faceted body, angular limbs, prismatic objects, and other bizarre structures. From many angles, he looked like a huge wolf-like creature, his body shrouded in billowing purple-black smoke. His body was covered in blood, his eyes were hot, and his lower jaw was protruding, but the outlines were constantly changing, as if all the evil in the universe were reshaping them all the time.

In fact, they are not solid flesh and blood. Sometimes their shapes are human-like, sometimes like snakes, and sometimes more like wolves.

However, this process is not achieved overnight. It takes time to slowly transform. But they already have some abilities of Lord Tindalos. For example, looking directly into their eyes will make people fall into extreme fear and confusion, and finally go crazy and die.

As for what other abilities they have, further observation is needed. Kai also raised this kind of monster for the first time and has no experience.

Blade looked at Wednesday incomprehensibly. What happened?

"Hannibal, wait! Don't kill him yet. I need to get some information from him."

Hannibal nodded, and then Wednesday was caught by the hound and thrown in front of Blade.

Blade glanced at the hound and felt that these two monsters were even more terrifying than the last time he saw them. It made him feel uncomfortable all over. So Blade quickly retracted his gaze and looked at Wednesday, whose eyes had become a little dull.

...

Blade found a room to interrogate Wednesday. Hannibal didn't worry about this. He sent the hounds to continue hunting. The hounds in the evolutionary stage were in urgent need of nutrition, and the killers in this building happened to be rare food. Hannibal let them hunt on their own, and at most asked them not to dirty the place. The hounds now care more about nutritional supplements and don't care much about things like taste, so there is no need to torture those "rations", so Hannibal didn't need to watch them personally.

After the hounds left, Hannibal found a relatively intact chair on the ground and sat down.

About half an hour later, Bloodmint came from outside the door. She had several deep wounds on her body. One wound even cut open the entire abdomen, but this woman just wrapped it with a curtain rag she found from somewhere, and limped in.

She was holding a black man who was bleeding all over.

That was Cornell.

Seeing Hannibal, Bloodmint seemed to want to smile at him, but before she could make any extra movements, her waist wound was pulled, and she clenched her teeth in pain. It was also thanks to Hannibal that he strengthened her with dragon bones, otherwise, she probably wouldn't have come here.

Hannibal frowned and helped her sit down.

"Why do you want to bring this guy? You can deal with him yourself."

Bloodmint smiled weakly, but she didn't know. Maybe it was because she wanted to seek a sense of security? She herself was puzzled, why did she trust this guy who wanted her soul so much.

Fortunately, Hannibal didn't delve into it. He promised to help Bloodmint get revenge. As for how Bloodmint would do it specifically, that was her business.

"Can you wake him up? As soon as I saw him just now, we started fighting. The fight was so intense that we didn't say a word." Bloodmint asked. After she and Cornell met in the presidential suite of the Continental Hotel, the two started fighting without saying a word, and the result... you see, basically both sides were injured.

Hannibal healed Bloodmint and curled his lips: "Is it necessary to do this? Wouldn't it be easier to kill him with a knife?"

"My life... but it became like this because of him, there must be an explanation." Bloodmint said in a very depressed mood.

"Okay, it's really troublesome." Although he said so, Hannibal still helped her wake Cornell up.

Because he was still in a weak period, he couldn't use spells, so he simply found a bottle of unopened champagne from the ground and poured it on Cornell's head with ice cubes in the champagne bucket.

Cornell woke up all of a sudden. Seeing the surrounding environment, Cornell didn't shout like those useless little gangsters, but was very calm. After all, people like him, who come out to mix, are prepared to be killed one day.

But this calmness deeply hurt Bloodmint. If possible, she would rather see Cornell shouting and crying for mercy. Although there is no substantial comfort, it is much better than now!

Blood Mint struggled to stand up. Although she was in pain everywhere, the hatred in her heart made her fearless of the pain and she stood up slowly.

"Do you regret it?" She had a lot to say, but when she got to her lips, she was speechless. Finally, she asked this question.

Cornell's lips moved, his body trembled a few times, and then he suddenly laughed: "Why should I regret it? It's your man who wants to steal my money. What's wrong with me killing a despicable thief?"

Blood Mint: "No, my husband has rejected Mickey. He doesn't plan to participate in that. You know this. Just to demonstrate, you sent someone to kill our whole family, right?"

Cornell's eyes were defiant: "It's nice to say. Do I have to wait until he steals my money before I can do it? I'm a gangster! Not a judge."

Blood Mint was speechless. Indeed, how could such a scumbag repent? Even if he really repented, it was just acting. Blood Mint suddenly laughed: "Yes. We are not judges!"

"The only thing I regret now is why I didn't kill you at the beginning." Cornell looked at Blood Mint, his eyes full of resentment and regret. Of course, he didn't regret his crime, but because he didn't send people to the hospital to eradicate it because of public opinion. If he had known that things would end up like this, he should have been more decisive at the beginning. Anyway, it wouldn't cost much to bribe one or two unscrupulous doctors, and he could kill her silently by giving her an injection.

Blood Mint shook his head and didn't plan to say anything.

Next, Blood Mint pulled out his dagger and began his final revenge.

…

Bloodmint had improved compared to last time. Perhaps because Cornell was her enemy, she killed Cornell very slowly this time. It took almost half an hour for Cornell's screams to slowly subside. During this period, Cornell did not think about resisting. He tried to curse Bloodmint with voodoo, but Bloodmint did not give him a chance. Every time he tried to do something, the blade would slowly and roughly cut his body.

Cornell couldn't even stay awake for a moment, let alone cast a spell.

In the end, Cornell couldn't stand it anymore, and Bloodmint gave him a quick death. Before dying, Bloodmint cut off Cornell's hands. In her words, Cornell's hands were stained with the blood of innocent people.

At the moment Cornell died, Bloodmint seemed to have lost all her strength, softened, and her breathing became basic, and the whole person began to trance. Perhaps it was because she finally put down the burden in her heart, which made her unable to get used to it for a while, or perhaps she was too excited that her body couldn't keep up.

He helped the panting Bloodmint back to the chair and signaled her to take a rest. As for Cornell's body, there would be a hound to clean it up. It was a piece of meat after all.

When Bloodmint finally calmed down, Hannibal asked, "How is it? Is everything okay?"

Bloodmint was silent for a moment, then said, "If possible, can you take me to the cemetery? Cypress Hill Cemetery, the one in Glendale, Queens."

"As you wish."

Hannibal greeted Blade, who was working, and agreed to meet there, then left with Bloodmint.

...

New York is a city that will never let you down. Even at three o'clock in the morning, it will not be calm. From time to time, you can hear sirens ringing everywhere in Queens.

Hannibal helped the woman who was walking slowly into the cemetery and found a place among a pile of tombstones. On the tombstone was the big surname "North", and below were the names of Chris and Kelly. They were Bloodmint's family.

He let go of his hand and let Bloodmint walk to the grave and slowly sit down.

She slowly leaned her head against the tombstone, and an uncontrollable low cry came from her throat.

"I miss you so much, I really miss you so much..."

Her trembling hands stroked the two names on the tombstone, and she burst into tears.

Many times, she wondered if it would be better if she had died with them. Blood Mint was also hit in the head by a stray bullet at the time, but fortunately it was just a graze, and she did not die on the spot like her husband and daughter. I really don't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate.

The survivors have endured everything, and every day they are immersed in heart-wrenching thoughts and anger that has nowhere to vent.

Now that the great revenge has been avenged, Blood Mint has not felt any relief, but has become more painful, and even wants to die.

Blood Mint cried for more than ten minutes, and finally fainted again after being exhausted and hoarse. Hannibal helped her up again and sent her to a secret safe house, and Hannibal did not dare to leave, for fear that this woman would do something stupid after waking up.

No matter how difficult life is, you have to live on.