Eric

Brooks and Natasha, who rely on the vampire's self-healing ability, are fighting against a group of vampires with pure blood.

The flesh and blood of both sides are flying.

Stumps and severed arms were all over the ground.

Natasha wields a dagger and stabs a vampire to death.

Vampires reduced to ashes.

Take a breath.

While Natasha was vigilant, her mouth was still shouting: "Maybe it's time for you to retreat, your boss hasn't appeared for so long, he may be dead."

"Not necessarily."

After the vampire jumped

to become a blood god, Foster gathered the power of twelve purebred vampires.

How could it be so simple to die?

They don't believe it.

But now.

If you don't believe, you have to believe.

Li De suddenly appeared in the stone chamber, and Kashiwagi pulled the trigger continuously.

One by one, silver-plated bullets flew out.

Nail through the heads of vampires.

"Bourbon!"

Eric Brooks was overjoyed.

Grind for another two minutes.

Maybe they're gone.

"It's a little late."

Li De responded, and without turning his head back to the vampire and began to slaughter.

Bullets are like scythes of death, easily harvesting the lives of vampires, and one by one vampires turn into ashes.

"Why!"

The old vampire took half a step back with a hideous expression: "What happened to Foster?"

Li De said calmly: "Still alive, but you are not destined to have the opportunity to meet him." "

Say it.

The bullet flew out of the muzzle of the cypress and quickly pierced through the old vampire's head.

The last vampire was slaughtered.

The stone room suddenly fell silent.

"Bourbon, Foster is still alive?"

Eric Brooks was in disbelief.

Li De nodded: "You can see him every week in the future, let's wait until this regular meeting." The

voice just fell.

One by one, figures appeared in the stone chamber.

Winery costumes, masks.

One of the ten people took a step forward and nodded: "The vampires that can be cleaned up by the outside world have been cleaned up, and now the remaining vampires are more than one hand, and we will continue to sleep."

"Well, thank you martyrs."

Li De nodded.

The ten figures turned into smoke and disappeared.

Natasha looked up at the sky.

Thoughtfully.

Maybe at this moment, these ten people have returned to the fog and fallen into a deep sleep?!

"It's over, Bordeaux, do you have anything to say?"

Li De asked.

Eric Brookstone was confused, looking around only ashes: "Ever since I was adopted by Whistler, I've been in the vampire trade.

"Now the vampires are almost gone."

"What can I do?"

Eric Brook asked himself, and after a moment's hesitation: "I am the winery Bordeaux, and Eric Brooks disappeared after that."

"Good."

Li De nodded.

This way of answering, the consequences of the formation.

It seems to be no different from Frank Custer.

It's not unacceptable.

But what to let Eric Brooks do?

Eric Brooks punched his heart: "From today onwards, any difficult situation can be handed over to me."

"I will relay vodka, your arrangement, will be notified by vodka at the next regular meeting."

Li De responded.

Pondering how to arrange Eric Brooks.

There are more people.

It is also a troublesome matter, let Eric Brooks do the guarantee work, let him replace himself, protect the safety of the winery members, and complete some tasks of the winery members.

So be it for now.

"Disperse."

Li De waved his hand and suddenly disappeared.

Natasha squeezed her eyebrows and spread her hands: "Have you forgotten something?" "

Which is it?

She teleported over, how to go back now?

Scumbag, use it up and forget.

......

Meanwhile.

Some military camp.

General Ross flipped through the message delivered by the Hell's Kitchen agents.

Brow furrowed.

A moment later.

Sigh.

"It's over."

In less than one night, the vampires in Big Apple City were killed and injured countless times, and the ten members of the winery who appeared later, it seemed that everyone would teleport technology.

You can jump near vampires out of thin air.

I am proficient in firearms and fighting.

Just one night!

Three-quarters of the vampires in Big Apple City were destroyed, and the remaining vampires were all out of the climate, and the distillery specifically picked out potential vampires to hunt.

"General Ross."

The saber-toothed tiger called.

General Ross returned to his senses and sighed again: "It's okay, just a little surprised by the trickiness of the distillery."

"What about us?"

"Plan and move, our ambush plan this time has failed, there is no better way for us to attack the winery, focus on Plan X."

General Ross left the information behind.

It's like eating cockroaches in your mouth.

There is bitterness that cannot be said.

The saber-toothed tiger nodded, relieved in his heart.

More than any other danger, he didn't want General Ross to be an old stubborn and bent on going against the distillery.

Mutant organization.

Where is there something to deal with?

Is the brotherhood easy to deal with? Or is the mutant school easy to deal with?

......

The next day, dawn.

Stacks of disappearances were stacked on Chief Stacy's desk.

Gwen's old father, Chief Stacey, had a bitter face.

Vampires, distilleries.

He knew that these people were real, and he knew about the scuffle between the military, the winery, and the vampires last night.

But he couldn't tell the outside world these things.

How did the Hagg tribe come about? He didn't know before, now he knows very well.

If the distillery is confirmed to exist, will there be any more Haghosts?

......

Stan Group.

Obadiah by elevator.

Come to the basement minus first floor.

Glancing at the already formed Iron Overlord, his expression of joy was not concealed.

"Well done, Doctor."

Obadiah praised, turned around and spread his hands: "You are really the savior of the Stan Group!"

Dr. Bald nodded: "It's just a copy of Tony Stark's technique, it's nothing." "

Enough."

Obadiah smiled.

The Iron Overlord has it.

It's a pity that there is still a lack of a reactor, where should Tony Stark have a spare, right?

Maybe.

He should see this nephew again.

"Mr. Stan, regarding this core reactor, maybe we can invest in Dr. Otto's controllable fusion technology so that it can be driven."

Dr. Balding speaks, trying to secure an investment for his friend.

Obadia frowned: "Don't talk much, I only have to think about it." "

In this world.

No one is smarter than Tony Stark.

He just wants to get reactor technology as soon as possible.

Then drive the Iron Overlord.

At that time, whether it is a copy of the low-end version of the Iron Overlord sold to the military, or something else.

The road to the rise of the Stan Group appeared.

"Mr. Stan, someone wants to see you, it's a catcher."

"Catch fast?"

Obadia frowned.

Think of a figure.

That mysterious organization sent someone over again? It's really troublesome one after another!

"Obadiah, how are the things ready?"

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