At eleven o'clock in the evening, the high-rise building apron in Manhattan.

The death knell of black and yellow armor came down from the helicopter.

He was surrounded by his agent, a minority in a striped suit.

This agent is the one who manages the safety houses in Death Knell.

There are some important safe houses, and this agent doesn't know about it.

"This is the goal to deal with tonight, and before you come, someone has cleared the vampire nest."

The agent introduced.

Death Knell didn't say anything. He had done his homework in advance. Now he took a quick look and decided: "Go to the first place."

"OK."

He handed the car key to Death Knell and the agent left here.

The death clock presses the elevator.

He glanced at the time and it was eleven fifteen.

The first killing will end at twelve fifty, followed by the second killing.

Death Knives passed the plan in his mind. After finding that there was no problem, he went downstairs and opened the car and left here.

Death knell's time is precious, and his time can be exchanged for checks in gold!

Eleven o'clock at night.

Frank got up from the hospital bed, and he held his weapon silently.

Zhao Song stood behind him, and the broken ribs on his body were completely recovered under the treatment of the Five Emperors' Disaster Rescue Talisman.

The Blade Warrior is a facial paralysis.

The punisher is a "dumb" who cherishes words and is like gold.

Anyone who can beat this has a weird temper?

When the Blade Warrior saw Frank, Zhao Song looked at the two fierce men.

The Blade Warrior is much more fierce than Frank in appearance.

As for the question of which of these two is better, Zhao Song was not very clear. He shook his sleeve and put the phone in front of him.

He was waiting for the call.

When the phone rings, they can move.

...

The night falls.

It is different from the brightly lit commercial area, the central area.

The suburbs of New York are also very desolate.

No light, no light, no people.

Three no.

Especially this chemical plant.

Dracula struggled from the office house of the chemical factory in pain, and wounds were everywhere on his body.

These wounds are slowly healing.

Pay attention to two words, slow.

He is immortal, but his wound healing speed is obviously not as good as Wolverine.

Not even as good as Deadpool.

These weapons blessed by holy relics have caused too much damage to him.

Although if someone else was a different person, even the elders of the Thirteen Clans would have to be turned into ashes after so many holy objects.

His safety and safety has already shown his horror.

But Dracula still felt pain, and he felt that his strength should be more than that.

"Maybe, I should look for the Dark Book."

Dracula knew where his power came from.

He wanted to find this magical black magic book and draw strength from it.

But he first had to bring the little girl back, complete the contract with the demon, and get the benefits they promised.

"Repair tonight."

He came outside the chemical factory, among which he was one of the few surviving members of the Vampire Presbyterian Church.

There are three people in total.

These three vampires do not have much strength. They seem to be frightened rabbits and are scared when they see any movement.

Dracula didn't bother to talk to them, he needed blood, fresh blood.

The cold storage behind it is open.

Inside are one living person after another who has been injected with sedatives.

Many are children and women.

"Why are there so many goods now?"

Dracula asked dissatisfiedly.

The people from the Presbyterian Church behind sighed and said, "We have been attacked in the rest of our factories, and now so many are still prey we kidnapped in the surrounding neighborhoods."

The Presbyterian Church is also very aggrieved.

When Dracula did not come, the elders would be safe and steadily and nothing happened.

But after Dracula mastered the Presbyterian Church.

In just a few days, the power of the Presbyterian Church in New York was uprooted.

All the old faces of the Presbyterian Church disappeared!

This is a real disaster star.

However, they only dared to complain about this inwardly and did not dare to really say it. If they really said it, they would probably be killed by Dracula.

"is that so?"

Dracula said that he came to a little girl and sucked her into a fuck!

He doesn't plan to stay alive anymore.

He noticed the danger, and since he noticed the danger, he decided to leave now.

All living people here will be absorbed completely and will not consider the future.

His speed was very fast. After fifteen minutes, the wound on his body healed.

After coming out of the cold storage, he blew out a mouthful of frost.

He felt very happy, and it seemed that it was time for him to complete the deal with the demon.

It's just that he's strange.

What about the other elders?

Behind Dracula, bats kept flying around, and red light appeared in his eyes, and he began to scan the entire chemical factory.

He realized something was wrong.

Suddenly, a fat, big, short-limbed monster rushed towards him.

Dracula punched the monster out, but unexpectedly, the monster turned into a grimace and rushed into his body.

"Get out!"

Dracula turned into thick fog and wanted to peel off the face. Who knew that the face was like a maggot with its tarsal bones, and there was no way she wanted to go out at all.

As a last resort, he used black magic to expel him.

Compared with his old predecessor, the great Atlantis master who transformed him into a vampire, Dracula's attainment in black magic is not worth mentioning.

He couldn't even exert the power of the black magic.

Of course, this has something to do with Sithorne not paying much attention to him. If Dracula was replaced by Scarlet Witch Wanda, the black magic he has cast now can definitely change the world.

Dracula drove the greedy ghost out of his body. Even if he was slow, he knew that he had been attacked.

His bats were flying in the chemical factory, but they still couldn't find any trace of the enemy.

"Who are you?"

Dracula suppressed his anger and shouted to the air around him: "Who is your apostle? Who taught you that you dare to provoke the master of the vampire, the immortal Dracula!"
To be continued...