Daywalker shook his head: "Yes, but these... experimental subjects are indeed different from the previous vampires. They really don't have a strong vampire aura, and they are not afraid of silver weapons and garlic essence."
Luke looked up at the helicopter hovering outside the building: "There are too many reporters outside, get out of here first."
Daywalker has no objection, he hates the harsh searchlights more than ordinary people.
Led by Luke, the two got into a sewer not far from the building.
After standing still, Daywalker moved his nose: "Those experimental subjects went out from here?"
Luke hummed: "They all come out of the sewer, killing people everywhere, and it's hard to guard against."
Daywalker turned his gaze to the side passage: "I feel that they are coming from there, I'm going to have a look."
Luke's heart turned: "Let's go together, I also want to know how they came here."
The battle on the ground is coming to an end, and it is not a big problem to lose a Beidou.
Daywalkers have an innate talent for tracking vampires, and there may be other discoveries.
The two of them didn't say any more, and ran quickly one after the other.
Seeing Daywalker skillfully burrowing around in the sewer, Luke was amazed in his heart: It seems that this man has also burrowed into the sewer, and the vampire doesn't seem to be as elegant and noble as he claims to be!
The daywalker in front didn't know that there was someone behind him whispering in his heart, he just rushed to a certain position according to his breath and intuition.
In less than three minutes, the two rushed into a huge sewer junction, and came face to face with a bunch of experimental subjects.
Without any words, after the two rushed into this huge circular hub space, they drew their long knives out of their sheaths, and the silver knives flickered in the darkness.
The two entered the experimental subject near the entrance of the passage before they could understand what was going on, and fell to the ground with a thud.
Then, when the two looked up, they saw a dark red cocoon-like thing floating there in the air more than ten meters away, and countless wriggling and twisted blood lines were scattered, connecting to the experimental body around the circular cave wall.
Daywalker's face was solemn: "The blood god is coming?"
Luke was stunned: "There is also a blood god here?"
Daywalker was also taken aback: "There are also?"
Luke: "My friend killed two in Sacramento. The first one was weak, but the latter one was pretty strong."
Daywalker: "...Dickon Firth was you, so what friend killed it?"
Luke: "It seems to be called this name, it is the more powerful one."
Daywalker suppressed his surprise and looked at the blood clot above: "This thing is a bit like a blood god, but I don't feel like a vampire."
Luke: "You'll know if you try it."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and took out a few anticoagulant darts and threw them out.
Several experimental subjects on the cave wall immediately swooped in, blocking the blood mass.
Daywalker took a look and knew that these few darts were useless, so he raised his hand to touch the darts on his body and planned to attack accordingly.
Suddenly his movements stopped: darts... all hits? What the hell
Just now, under his gaze, those few darts twisted strangely in front of the experimental subjects blocking the way, and then plunged into the blood mass.
The corners of Luke's mouth curled up: Bullseye's primary precision + arc shooting, you want to dodge it even if you don't move, do you seem to be sprinkling
The dark red blood group seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then the whole body twitched.
After a while, several balls of dark red blood spewed out with a splash, and spat on the cave wall.
Luke frowned: "It can excrete the part eroded by the anticoagulant."
Daywalker's black face couldn't see the expression, but his heart was even more troubled: the most effective anticoagulant against vampires didn't have much effect, so how can we fight
Even so, he kept moving his hands and threw all the darts on his body.
The silver darts were flying, gathering towards the dark red blood mass like swallows returning to their nests.
The blood group was finally not so careless this time, and the more than a hundred experimental subjects connected by the blood line all flew up, like layers of flesh and blood armor, firmly covering it.
Most of the daywalker's darts were waved away by the experimental subject, and a few of them shot into their bodies, but failed to hit the blood mass itself.
Neither of them were surprised by this situation.
However, Daywalker was very straightforward, exerting force on his feet, running diagonally up the cave wall, and at the same time drew out the pistol at his waist, and shot at the blood group with bang bang bang.
Luke reached out and touched the back, then covered his body and took out the Smith & Wesson m500 that had not been used for a long time from the storage space.
Bang bang bang bang!
Amidst the loud gunshots, five bullets were fired in succession.
The blood group felt threatened, and a piece of experimental body moved, blocking the direction of the bullet shot by Luke.
Luke laughed in his heart: I really thought that only darts could turn the corner for me, do you seem to be sarcastic
At the place where the thoughts moved, the five bullets in the formation of plum blossoms suddenly slid out, and then changed direction rapidly, forming a series of arcs, flying towards the blood mass from the side.
However, the experimental bodies on the blood group were surrounded by several layers, and the daywalker who was rushing up quickly prevented it from responding in time, and more than a dozen experimental bodies were separated to stop the daywalker.
All of Daywalker's bullets were blocked by the approaching experimental subject, but he didn't panic, and even had the leisure to insert the empty pistol back.
Swinging the long knife in his hand, he sent the oncoming experimental subject flying, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, under his intentional control, Luke's five bullets hit the blood clot one after another.
The first armor-piercing bomb quickly broke through the three-layer experimental body's meat shield, followed by the second and third high-explosive bombs, and the last two incendiary bombs passed through the flames, puffed into the blood mass, and instantly exploded inside it. It squeaked.
The experimental subject controlled by the blood group suddenly paused, but Daywalker had already rushed forward, holding the long knife with both hands, and slashed at the experimental subject's shield in front of him like a storm.
The knife light cut open a passage in an instant, revealing the blood mass. With a grinning grin, he activated a button on his body, and a fish leaped to the top, plunging into the blood mass.
Luke reluctantly put his hand back behind his back and retracted the revolver.
The daywalker and the blood group are entangled, and the powerful ammunition in the storage space is inconvenient to use.
One is not good, and it is possible to evaporate the blood group and even the day walker.
boom!
There was a violent sound, and the lower part of the blood mass exploded, and a black shadow was sprayed out, and fell into the sewage pit below with a plop.
Luke hurriedly moved away to avoid harming the fish in the pond.
With a bang, Daywalker, who was sprayed out by the blood mass, stood up from the sewage pit, couldn't help shaking his head, and spit out a mouthful of old blood.
He played a trick with the blood group just now, and he was injured badly.
Luke turned on the ventilation device a little bit, sucked in a little air from the outside world into his nose, and frowned and looked at Daywalker: "Are you a hybrid X bomb?"
Daywalker hummed and raised his head: "There are garlic essence, silver powder, and anticoagulants."
Luke looked at the three silver cylinders that disappeared from his chest, and was a little speechless: "This taste is really strong."
This is not about the day walker, but about the air in the circular space at this moment.
The smell of blood, garlic, rotten sewers, it was hell to his keen sense of smell.
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