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Chapter 9 Creepy Scene
Mike walked out of the bar leisurely.
The guard was stunned for a moment when he saw Mike.
Didn't this person just go in?
The two of them instinctively felt something was wrong, so they leaned over and wanted to question Mike.
Mike didn't waste any words. He took two quick steps and knocked out the guard with two punches.
The movement here attracted the attention of the vampire gangster in the corner. They made eye contact, spread out, and gathered around from different directions.
Mike's eyes shrank and he took out the Sun Blade from the system space.
Stab!
Pick up!
Full Moon Slash!
Close the knife!
All in one go!
Before the vampires could figure out the situation, they felt their bodies burning like fire, screaming and turning into ashes.
After walking a few steps, Mike returned to one of the guards and took out a small roll of banknotes from his pocket, which was the "bribe" money from before.
According to Maisie, the vampire factory is in the Hell's Kitchen dock area, on the west bank of the Hudson River.
"Forget about the various gangs, vampires are also joining in the fun, and there is no way for ordinary people in Hell's Kitchen to survive."
Mike sighed and turned the car key to start. The car lights paved a channel in the rich darkness. Soon, the red taillights disappeared at the end of the street. .
Natasha glanced at the timer: "Twelve minutes and 56 seconds. Could it be that he just walked around and did nothing?"
"I don't know." Colson wasn't sure either.
"Forget it, I'll go in and have a look."
"I am the operational commander."
"Hmm?" Natasha looked sideways at Coulson, half-smiling, and her face became more charming.
Colson paused and said, "Um... I want to say, be careful, safety is the most important thing."
"As ordered, Your Majesty Commander..." Natasha smiled and twisted her waist like a water snake.
The seventh-level agent openly threatened the eighth-level agent with his eyes...
Chilling!
Three minutes later, Natasha walked out quickly.
"How is it?" Colson's expression remained normal.
"All the vampires were wiped out, the monitoring room was destroyed, the bartender's heart was pierced by a toothpick, and a woman fainted in the box. They are all from the Hagui clan." Natasha frowned, "The bartender is a witness, killing him is In order to silence her. That woman is a ghost who helped the vampire seduce Mike, and she was also an eyewitness. Why did she show mercy?"
Coulson asked: "Is it beautiful?"
Natasha replied: "Beautiful."
Could it be that sex makes you faint?
Colson and Natasha looked at each other, not disappointed with Mike in each other's eyes, but rather a little happy.
It’s good to have weaknesses!
This is the difference between the thinking logic of agents and ordinary people.
Coulson started the car and drove toward Hell's Kitchen.
Natasha suddenly said: "How can you pierce a person's heart with an ordinary toothpick?"
Colson said: "Perfectly avoiding bones and muscles?"
The problem is, the human heart itself is a tight muscle.
If Mike were asked to answer, the answer would be five words: "Armed and domineering"
In short, Natasha's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if she had found a new toy.
Coulson shivered inexplicably.
Late at night.
It's getting colder.
He touched the strategically receding hairline and sighed in his heart: "A middle-aged man who stays up late can't afford to get hurt."
The vampire factory is disguised as a meat company and looks normal on the outside.
The patrolling security guards were vampires, and Mike stabbed them one by one, successfully entering the factory without alerting any vampires.
The scene before him made Mike's hair stand on end.
There are parallel thick steel pipes above the factory area.The steel pipe is connected to a hanging chain, and the power cord and data cable are wrapped around the chain. There is a large hook at the end of the chain, which hooks the square instrument and the large transparent bag.
Instruments are instruments that monitor vital signs.
There is a human being curled up in each bag. All of them are naked, with tubes inserted into their mouths and noses. They absorb nutrient solution from the bags to survive. There are tubes inserted into their hands, and the red blood is slowly being drained.
That's why vampires call such places factories or farms.
Here, humans are the raw material for blood production and the animals from which blood is drawn.
They were both human beings, and a cold air rushed from the soles of Mike's feet to Tianling Gai.
The people in the bag were injected with sedatives, and some had their eyes open, as if they had lost their souls.
"Whoo~"
Mike inserted the Nichirin knife on the ground and took out the cigarette case. The flame of the lighter was so conspicuous.
"who!"
The vampire workers in the factory discovered Mike and gathered around him, shouting.
"Whoo~~~"
Exhaling white smoke, Mike muttered to himself, "Oh, if we're discovered, there's nothing we can do about it."
Pulling out the Sun Blade, Mike's eyes were as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter.
Soon, everything calmed down, with only black ash falling in the night.
Mike walked in holding the Nichirin knife.
One thing Mike never expected was that the person in charge of the factory was actually a human in a white coat. He fell to the ground in horror and said: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm a human, don't kill me."
"Human... don't be afraid, I won't kill you."
Mike took out Lisa's photo, "Is this girl here? She was sent here about two weeks ago."
The white coat looked at the photo and said, "I have an impression. Let me check."
He typed a few times on the keyboard and listed several pieces of information, and Lisa was among them.
According to the number, Mike quickly found Lisa.
The girl was curled up in the bag, unconscious. Mike asked: "Is it dangerous to just get the person out of the bag?"
The white coat quickly replied: "No, no, she only sent it two weeks ago."
"Oh, there's nothing else, you can go." Mike said lightly, "Forget it, I'll give you a ride."
The Nichirin knife stabbed into the white coat's heart.
"A one-way ticket to hell, free!" Mike sneered: "You are obviously a human being, but you do such a thing, you deserve to die! I lied to you, if you have the guts to crawl out of hell and bite me, you scum, tui!"
A few minutes later, a shirtless Mike carefully carried Lisa out of the factory, his T-shirt covering her body.
Mike did not leave immediately, but walked to a car not far away with a cigarette in his mouth and knocked on the car window.
The car window rolled down, revealing Coulson's slightly embarrassed face.
"Mike, what a coincidence." Coulson greeted.
"Yes, it's quite a coincidence. We met by chance at Bloodthorn. We meet here by chance. You guys are really everywhere." Mike said in a mocking tone, pointing at the factory, "I'll leave the follow-up to you, no problem."
Coulson said: "No problem.".
After giving a few instructions into the walkie-talkie, a group of agents filed out of the van at the back and advanced towards the factory, fully armed.
Mike said: "I have no interest in SHIELD. Stop playing the tracking and surveillance game."
SHIELD?
Serpent Shield!
Coulson smiled stiffly.
Mike drove Lisa home to the Upper East Side.Mr. and Mrs. Banks cried with joy and were grateful to Mike.Mrs. Banks once again contributes Soul Energy +1.
It was already midnight when I got home.
It's not good to stay up late...so stay up all night.
Turn on your phone.
I prioritized replying to messages from a few female friends. After all, they had communicated in depth, so special treatment was not excessive.
Then I saw Fat Jerry’s resentful message: [Why didn’t you place an order with me? Is there another supplier outside? 】
Mike patiently replied: [Get out! 】
The Bloodthorns have been cleared.
Deacon Firth had a gloomy face, how could he be so happy that his entire group of men were taken away, including his girlfriend.
The only one who knew exactly what happened in the box was Sansa. After asking about what happened and making a sketch of Michael's portrait, the furious Dickon grabbed Sansa, held her by the neck and chewed her flesh and blood everywhere.
"One by one...how dare the inferior races dare!"
Deacon casually threw the dead Sansa aside, pointed at Mike's portrait, and said to his confidant Quen: "In three days, find him at all costs."
New York has a population of 800 million. How can you find someone based on a portrait?
What's the difference between finding a needle in a haystack?
However, facing the exposed Deacon, Quinn dared to say "no"?
The guard was stunned for a moment when he saw Mike.
Didn't this person just go in?
The two of them instinctively felt something was wrong, so they leaned over and wanted to question Mike.
Mike didn't waste any words. He took two quick steps and knocked out the guard with two punches.
The movement here attracted the attention of the vampire gangster in the corner. They made eye contact, spread out, and gathered around from different directions.
Mike's eyes shrank and he took out the Sun Blade from the system space.
Stab!
Pick up!
Full Moon Slash!
Close the knife!
All in one go!
Before the vampires could figure out the situation, they felt their bodies burning like fire, screaming and turning into ashes.
After walking a few steps, Mike returned to one of the guards and took out a small roll of banknotes from his pocket, which was the "bribe" money from before.
According to Maisie, the vampire factory is in the Hell's Kitchen dock area, on the west bank of the Hudson River.
"Forget about the various gangs, vampires are also joining in the fun, and there is no way for ordinary people in Hell's Kitchen to survive."
Mike sighed and turned the car key to start. The car lights paved a channel in the rich darkness. Soon, the red taillights disappeared at the end of the street. .
Natasha glanced at the timer: "Twelve minutes and 56 seconds. Could it be that he just walked around and did nothing?"
"I don't know." Colson wasn't sure either.
"Forget it, I'll go in and have a look."
"I am the operational commander."
"Hmm?" Natasha looked sideways at Coulson, half-smiling, and her face became more charming.
Colson paused and said, "Um... I want to say, be careful, safety is the most important thing."
"As ordered, Your Majesty Commander..." Natasha smiled and twisted her waist like a water snake.
The seventh-level agent openly threatened the eighth-level agent with his eyes...
Chilling!
Three minutes later, Natasha walked out quickly.
"How is it?" Colson's expression remained normal.
"All the vampires were wiped out, the monitoring room was destroyed, the bartender's heart was pierced by a toothpick, and a woman fainted in the box. They are all from the Hagui clan." Natasha frowned, "The bartender is a witness, killing him is In order to silence her. That woman is a ghost who helped the vampire seduce Mike, and she was also an eyewitness. Why did she show mercy?"
Coulson asked: "Is it beautiful?"
Natasha replied: "Beautiful."
Could it be that sex makes you faint?
Colson and Natasha looked at each other, not disappointed with Mike in each other's eyes, but rather a little happy.
It’s good to have weaknesses!
This is the difference between the thinking logic of agents and ordinary people.
Coulson started the car and drove toward Hell's Kitchen.
Natasha suddenly said: "How can you pierce a person's heart with an ordinary toothpick?"
Colson said: "Perfectly avoiding bones and muscles?"
The problem is, the human heart itself is a tight muscle.
If Mike were asked to answer, the answer would be five words: "Armed and domineering"
In short, Natasha's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if she had found a new toy.
Coulson shivered inexplicably.
Late at night.
It's getting colder.
He touched the strategically receding hairline and sighed in his heart: "A middle-aged man who stays up late can't afford to get hurt."
The vampire factory is disguised as a meat company and looks normal on the outside.
The patrolling security guards were vampires, and Mike stabbed them one by one, successfully entering the factory without alerting any vampires.
The scene before him made Mike's hair stand on end.
There are parallel thick steel pipes above the factory area.The steel pipe is connected to a hanging chain, and the power cord and data cable are wrapped around the chain. There is a large hook at the end of the chain, which hooks the square instrument and the large transparent bag.
Instruments are instruments that monitor vital signs.
There is a human being curled up in each bag. All of them are naked, with tubes inserted into their mouths and noses. They absorb nutrient solution from the bags to survive. There are tubes inserted into their hands, and the red blood is slowly being drained.
That's why vampires call such places factories or farms.
Here, humans are the raw material for blood production and the animals from which blood is drawn.
They were both human beings, and a cold air rushed from the soles of Mike's feet to Tianling Gai.
The people in the bag were injected with sedatives, and some had their eyes open, as if they had lost their souls.
"Whoo~"
Mike inserted the Nichirin knife on the ground and took out the cigarette case. The flame of the lighter was so conspicuous.
"who!"
The vampire workers in the factory discovered Mike and gathered around him, shouting.
"Whoo~~~"
Exhaling white smoke, Mike muttered to himself, "Oh, if we're discovered, there's nothing we can do about it."
Pulling out the Sun Blade, Mike's eyes were as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter.
Soon, everything calmed down, with only black ash falling in the night.
Mike walked in holding the Nichirin knife.
One thing Mike never expected was that the person in charge of the factory was actually a human in a white coat. He fell to the ground in horror and said: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm a human, don't kill me."
"Human... don't be afraid, I won't kill you."
Mike took out Lisa's photo, "Is this girl here? She was sent here about two weeks ago."
The white coat looked at the photo and said, "I have an impression. Let me check."
He typed a few times on the keyboard and listed several pieces of information, and Lisa was among them.
According to the number, Mike quickly found Lisa.
The girl was curled up in the bag, unconscious. Mike asked: "Is it dangerous to just get the person out of the bag?"
The white coat quickly replied: "No, no, she only sent it two weeks ago."
"Oh, there's nothing else, you can go." Mike said lightly, "Forget it, I'll give you a ride."
The Nichirin knife stabbed into the white coat's heart.
"A one-way ticket to hell, free!" Mike sneered: "You are obviously a human being, but you do such a thing, you deserve to die! I lied to you, if you have the guts to crawl out of hell and bite me, you scum, tui!"
A few minutes later, a shirtless Mike carefully carried Lisa out of the factory, his T-shirt covering her body.
Mike did not leave immediately, but walked to a car not far away with a cigarette in his mouth and knocked on the car window.
The car window rolled down, revealing Coulson's slightly embarrassed face.
"Mike, what a coincidence." Coulson greeted.
"Yes, it's quite a coincidence. We met by chance at Bloodthorn. We meet here by chance. You guys are really everywhere." Mike said in a mocking tone, pointing at the factory, "I'll leave the follow-up to you, no problem."
Coulson said: "No problem.".
After giving a few instructions into the walkie-talkie, a group of agents filed out of the van at the back and advanced towards the factory, fully armed.
Mike said: "I have no interest in SHIELD. Stop playing the tracking and surveillance game."
SHIELD?
Serpent Shield!
Coulson smiled stiffly.
Mike drove Lisa home to the Upper East Side.Mr. and Mrs. Banks cried with joy and were grateful to Mike.Mrs. Banks once again contributes Soul Energy +1.
It was already midnight when I got home.
It's not good to stay up late...so stay up all night.
Turn on your phone.
I prioritized replying to messages from a few female friends. After all, they had communicated in depth, so special treatment was not excessive.
Then I saw Fat Jerry’s resentful message: [Why didn’t you place an order with me? Is there another supplier outside? 】
Mike patiently replied: [Get out! 】
The Bloodthorns have been cleared.
Deacon Firth had a gloomy face, how could he be so happy that his entire group of men were taken away, including his girlfriend.
The only one who knew exactly what happened in the box was Sansa. After asking about what happened and making a sketch of Michael's portrait, the furious Dickon grabbed Sansa, held her by the neck and chewed her flesh and blood everywhere.
"One by one...how dare the inferior races dare!"
Deacon casually threw the dead Sansa aside, pointed at Mike's portrait, and said to his confidant Quen: "In three days, find him at all costs."
New York has a population of 800 million. How can you find someone based on a portrait?
What's the difference between finding a needle in a haystack?
However, facing the exposed Deacon, Quinn dared to say "no"?
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