The Daywalker stared upward and shook his head: "This guy is not dead yet, it seems that the dosage is not enough. Do you have any anticoagulants?"
Luke: “No need to go through so much trouble.” He then took out the M500 revolver from behind him again.
Just as he reached behind his back, the trembling and twisted blood mass above him couldn't help but tremble. The five shots he had just received were completely different from the effects of normal bullets, and he still remembered them clearly.
A strange gurgling sound was heard, and as Luke and the Daywalker watched, a large number of experimental subjects fell towards them.
The Daywalker waved his sword, but Luke simply pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang bang!
This time, the five bullets twisted into an S shape in the air, passed through the obstruction of two layers of experimental subjects, and hit the pig's head of the blood clot that was slipping away - if it was the pig's head behind it.
At this moment, the blood clot had lost the experimental body shield, and the five shots fired by Luke were all incendiary bombs.
The bullet entered the blood clot, causing it to let out a strange roar, followed by a tumbling and smoke coming out. Then, with a bang, the pig's part exploded, and countless dark and dirty blood spilled.
Luke dodged and hid in the underground passage that he had already spotted.
The Daywalker, who had just split a few experimental subjects and was about to give chase, was splashed.
Two seconds later, the blood disappeared and Luke poked his head out of the passage: "Are you okay?"
The Daywalker silently removed his large sunglasses and threw them away. They were covered in blood stains and no light could penetrate them at all.
He has night vision, but he is not blind.
But before, when I killed vampires, they were turned into ashes cleanly and neatly. There was no such bastard who would spray out a lot of dirty blood at any time.
Luke apologized and took out a roll of gauze: "Use this to wipe it first. We have to catch up with it and can't let it escape."
The Daywalker silently took the gauze again and wiped his eyes.
This is just to facilitate fighting. In fact, this gauze can't even wipe the face clean.
Luke gave the gauze, thus comforting his temporary teammate, and immediately flew upwards.
This is a multi-layered sewer hub. The side where the two came in is the bottom layer, while the blood clot "Tu" escaped on the top layer.
Although a part of the blood clot was blown off, it still took away dozens of experimental subjects, and it was obvious that it had not really lost its combat effectiveness.
Of course, this kind of monster cannot be left in the New York sewers, otherwise it will produce a large number of experimental subjects one day, and Luke and his temporary teammates will not be able to keep an eye on it every day.
The Daywalker soon caught up, and when he ran, his feet made a biajiji sound that made Luke feel cold.
The dark red blood clot was burned by Luke's incendiary bomb and emitted a foul smell, and its destination was obvious.
They quickly chased for more than a hundred meters and found an open sewer manhole cover. The two rushed straight up and a huge noise suddenly came from all directions.
Helicopter beams were sweeping all around, and the sounds of exclamations, screams, and shattering walls mixed together, making the Daywalker a little confused.
Luke's face darkened.
Ah Fu was keeping an eye on the live broadcast on TV at all times, and he knew the situation before he rushed over.
The dark red blood mass ran to the ground and broke into the building next door. It was unlikely that it was going to visit the citizens of New York.
Flying out of the sewer, Luke rushed directly into the building next door and caught up with the experimental subject who was wreaking havoc in the building.
As the long sword was swung, all the experimental subjects standing in front of it were chopped into pieces.
But just as he rushed past the group of experimental subjects, he noticed something unusual. He turned his head and saw that these experimental subjects were not dead. Instead, they were glued together again with the help of some dark red blood, and then rushed over again with a roar.
Luke raised his eyebrows, reached behind him, and suddenly pulled out a net gun.
With a series of muffled bangs, seven or eight test subjects were wrapped in the net bag like dumplings.
There are all kinds of equipment in the storage space, and he can take them out and use them at any time. If he can't kill the enemy, he will trap him first.
Continuing to follow the smell and chasing after the blood clot, Luke finally followed the other party into the building next door.
At this time, there were more than thirty experimental subjects lying behind him, but there were still more than thirty in front of him.
This is... a newly created experimental subject? He immediately realized.
The experimental subjects in the building just now were all of typical appearance, with almost no clothes and their bodies were very dirty. It was obvious that they had been in the sewer for a long time.
Although the bodies of the experimental subjects in front of him were not very clean, their clothes were obviously home wear or underwear, and they were just rubbed with some dust.
This mutant blood god is turning the residents he meets into experimental subjects? Luke thought of this possibility and was filled with annoyance: How fucking difficult!
"Tony, just let me know if you're okay." He spoke on the communication channel.
Iron Man: "What's wrong?"
Batman: "Get to Jefferson Heights right now. There's a big troublemaker here."
Tony was having trouble spawning monsters, so he immediately turned around and flew over excitedly, asking, "What's the trouble?"
Batman: "See for yourself."
Tony immediately received the existing information about the mutated Blood God, which stunned him.
It wasn't Jarvis who was controlling the flight, he almost fell down: "Suspected to be a variant of the vampire blood god? A ball of blood that can run around and quickly turn ordinary people into experimental subjects?"
To be honest, he could accept monsters that were a bit magical. After all, the "God" of Asgard had appeared, so it wouldn't matter if the monsters were a bit more magical.
He could accept the fact that the monster was a bit more technological. After all, he was a scientist, and it was not surprising for a mad scientist to create any kind of monster.
But why does this thing feel like magic technology two-in-one
However, the young master had seen many storms and was only surprised for a moment, and he immediately thought about how to deal with this monster.
While Luke asked the young master to think about it, he once again trapped the new batch of experimental subjects in a net bag.
The trouble is, the stench of the burnt mutated blood god just now suddenly disappeared.
Now there is only the scent line where it came from, but no scent line where it left.
Luke frowned.
He didn't think this guy could use any space gate. The Daywalker had killed so many vampires and had never mentioned such an outrageous thing.
So this guy came here just to create chaos and then escape
For a moment, he stood in the corridor, lost in thought.
Sunwalker arrived just in time and asked, "Where is the Blood God?"
Luke shook his head. "It suddenly disappeared after entering the building. Hmm, you seem to be able to track it?"
Daywalker: "I'll try."
As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly and the tip of his nose twitched.
At this moment, a pool of dark red blood suddenly spurted out from the body of an experimental subject who was rolling and struggling not far from the Daywalker, and splashed onto his back.
Neither of them had expected this unexpected turn of events, and just as a look of astonishment appeared on the Daywalker's face, dark red blood already stuck to his body.
Luke reacted quickly and understood what was going on instantly.
This mutated blood god came up and killed these residents just to hide among them and take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
By hiding inside the bodies of the residents who had been transformed into experimental subjects, the stench of burning would disappear.
In such a short time, his keen sense of smell could only distinguish these residents, all of whom had come into contact with the blood clot, and he did not for a moment consider the possibility that it was hiding among them.