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　　 "Okay! Let's do it too! Get in!"

　　 Downey roared, and controlled the smaller Arcie to rush in first, killing several hagui tribes who were still at a loss in an instant. Even if Arcie was the smallest size, his strength was amazing. The ordinary people of the Hagui tribe were as fragile as a lamb when placed in front of Arcie.

　　 The blade was grinning, a bit ferocious, he rushed in with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, at an astonishing speed, far surpassing the speed of ordinary humans. The old bartender was at the end, looking around vigilantly, his eyes also filled with excitement and satisfaction that could not be concealed.

　　 The three of them have hatreds with vampires, and they all have hatreds with Dickon. This time is a good time for revenge!

　　 "Damn, what the **** is going on?!"

　　 "An enemy is coming in, copy guys quickly!"

　　 The remaining Hagui tribe and the vampires who were lucky enough not to be directly exposed to ultraviolet light screamed in horror, looking for weapons, some were more timid and afraid of death, and directly found a secluded corner to lie down and pretend to be dead.

　　 Many people are a little dazed. They were still drinking and dancing. It was just a moment when countless ultraviolet rays suddenly appeared from various places in the club, which caused many vampires to die in the first place and died inexplicably.

　　 Someone has invaded, a strong enemy has invaded, and only those strong enemies who dare to do such a cruel attack on Dicken's club are the only ones who dare to do it.

　　 A vampire was a little crazy. He sounded the alarm, and when he copied out his weapon, it was a messy sweep. Many haguis were accidentally injured by him.

　　 Arci changed two machine guns and fired frantically. Like a war machine, many miscellaneous fish were killed, turning this club into a slaughterhouse.

　　 "Who the **** is it? Could it be that the daywalker came, how could he find here!"

　　 "There is also a mechanic, these two evil stars have met together!"

　　The survivors behaved in chaos, and they didn't even dare to resist. The most elite vampire troops were completely wiped out in the ultraviolet grenade just now, and all that survived was a group of stinky fish and shrimps. A few took advantage of the chaos to hide secretly, and a few planned to find an exit to escape.

　　 No one chooses to surrender. These two recent famous guys never accept the surrender of the vampire camp.

　　 The blade smashed all the way, and there was no enemy in front of him, and the master used one shot and one knife in the hands of this master. He grabbed a Hagui tribe who was pretending to be dead, showing his big white teeth: "Meeting again, I haven't had time to thank you for showing me the way. Tell me, where is Dickon?"

　　 The Hagui clan opened his eyes and almost fainted. Not long ago, the blade chased him all the way, every time he was caught and released, treating him as a plaything, leaving a huge psychological shadow on him.

　　 The blade sharply slashed the Hagui tribe's face, letting its blood flow. The blade threatened: "If you don't tell me, I will kill you now and find it myself. You said, I will kill Dickon now and let you go."

　　 Ha Guizu nodded repeatedly, crawled to the side of the refrigerator with a trembling, and opened the door of the refrigerator after a brief operation, revealing the secret tunnel hidden behind. He cried: "Dickon is inside, please let me go, I will never be your enemy again!"

　　At this time, the old bartender shot and killed the Hagui tribe.

　　 "He said to let you go, I never said that." The old bartender started very ruthlessly.

　　 Blade's edge glanced at the old bartender unexpectedly, and shrugged indifferently, realizing that the old bartender resembled his old partner in some ways. He turned his head to greet Downey to go in with him and kill Dickon.

　　 yelled, Downey ignored him, yelled twice, but still did not respond.

Downey went around in circles, unceremoniously putting things that looked valuable into his pockets, and yelling as he packed them, "Why are you so poor? Don't you know how to put antique calligraphy and paintings here? Why is your taste so low! "

Behind him, a few small Transformers were holding a bag that they didn’t know where they were looking for, and some of them flaunted the terrified Hagui tribe. They violently pulled off their watches and necklaces, and took them in contentedly. In his own bag.

The old bartender couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed Downey and he was about to leave. He said, "I only found out today, why are you so greedy for money? You are so greedy for money? You are so poor and crazy?" Bottle of good wine.

Downey couldn’t find valuable good things, and he was upset: “You’ve been eating mine and drinking mine for so long. Do you think my money comes from the wind? It’s hard to get a job of killing vampires. I'm not allowed to earn points."

　　 The old bartender and the blade are speechless at the same time, killing vampires is work, so it seems correct.

　　 cleared the last few enemies blocking the road, the three of them swiftly down the dense road. They all had good hearing, and they had already heard the sound coming up from below while walking up the stairs.

Downey rushed to the forefront in a battle armor, resisting the oncoming bullet attack, and rushed directly into the crowd. In the backhand, two silver daggers appeared in his hands. This was created by him using some silver bullets. , Specifically used in this situation.

　　 "This monster!"

　　 This group of vampires are elites who follow Dickon. They are not afraid of death. Seeing that the guns are useless, they simply threw the guns and Melee Downey. Although Downey had learned some fighting, he was still far behind this group of battle-tested vampires, and felt a little embarrassed for a while.

　　 The blade grabbed the gap between Downey's behavior, and fired several shots. The silver bullets instantly burned the vampire into fly ash.

　　 "Your melee ability is really bad!" Dao Feng teased.

　　 The big screen in the basement suddenly lit up, and Dicken's face appeared on it.

　　 Happiness!

　　 He clapped his hands and looked at the three Donnies who were killing him. He looked like he was watching the Colosseum, and several slaves were fighting desperately to please their masters.

　　 "Dicken..."

　　 The blade stared at the big screen, gritted his teeth, behind the sunglasses, there was a ray of hatred.

　　 Dickon was sitting in the helicopter. As early as the first time, he flew towards the altar that had been prepared in the suburbs. It was impossible for Downey and others to catch him. He held the laptop and looked at Downey and the three of them like dogs chasing their tails in circles, and he almost didn't laugh out loud.

　　 "You are stupid beyond my expectations. I just wanted to attract you to prevent you from disrupting my plan. I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

　　 Dickon said, took a sip from a glass of wine, his loose hair and wrinkled clothes made him look more crazy.

　　 "What the **** did you do?" Downey frowned. Although he has seen the plot of Blade Warrior, it does not mean that he can grasp all the dynamics through the movie. Dickon must have done something recently, he did not hesitate to use himself as a bait to attract Downey and Blade.

　　 Dickon laughed, a little crazy, a little smug.

"The altar is ready, and the twelve sacrifices we need are ready! If you want to stop me, come to the Jintan area in the southern part of Ocean City to come to me. You can all come, I am looking forward to it. Don't think about it now. Immediately catch up with me, there is another incredible figure next to you who needs your rescue. How do you choose to kill me or save people?"

　　 Amidst bursts of crazy laughter, the screen went off, and Downey and the others lost a good time to kill. Downey sighed inwardly. Dickon took advantage of this period of time to have captured twelve noble vampires of different bloodlines. Coupled with the blood of the Sunwalker, combined with the pile of ancient stone tablets and altars, Dickon could control himself Become a blood god.

　　 Downey looked around, and finally pulled a **** middle-aged man out of the narrow and winding corner. This person is in a very bad condition. His face is pale, and although the wound on his neck barely stops bleeding, there is no doubt that the virus has spread.

　　 "This is Tony Stark, save me, give me a serum injection, if it doesn't work, kill me..."

　　 The middle-aged uncle uttered these words with his last consciousness, and then he passed out completely in a coma. The raging vampire virus caused his body temperature to rise rapidly, and he relied on perseverance to support Downey and the others.

　　 "Tony Stark?! Why are you here?!"

　　 Downey was shocked, he was really nervous. Tony's appearance at this time was terrible, completely different from the glamorous appearance in the media on weekdays, so that he did not recognize it for the first time, and Downey didn't even think in that direction!

　　But why is Tony Stark here? !