"Success! Let's do it too! Kill in!"

Donnie roared, and Arsie, who was controlling the smaller size, rushed in first and killed several Ha Ghost Clan who were still in a daze. Even if Arsie was the smallest, her strength was amazing. The ordinary people of the Ha Ghost Clan were as fragile as a lamb in front of Arsie.

The blade grinned, a little ferocious. He rushed in with a gun in one hand and the other, with an astonishing speed, far exceeding the speed of an ordinary human. The old bartender was at the end, looking around vigilantly, with unconcealed excitement and pleasure in his eyes.

All three of them have a grudge against the vampire and all have a grudge against Dicken. This is a great time to take revenge!

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

"A enemy has come in, hurry up and search the guy!"

The remaining Ha Ghost Clan and the vampires who were lucky enough not to be directly exposed to ultraviolet rays screamed in horror, looking for weapons, some of whom were timid and afraid of death, so they directly found a secluded corner to lie down and pretend to be dead.

Many people were a little confused. They were drinking and dancing, but in a moment, countless ultraviolet rays suddenly appeared from various parts of the club, causing many vampires to die inexplicably.

Someone invaded, and some strong enemies invaded. Only those who dared to take such ruthless actions against Dicken's club were dared to do it.

A vampire was a little crazy. He sounded the alarm and copied out his weapons and swept it randomly. Many Ha Ghost Clans were accidentally injured by him.

Arsey changed two machine guns and fired wildly, like a war machine. Many miscellaneous fish were killed, turning the club into a slaughterhouse.

"Who is it? Is it because the Sun Walker is here? How could he find this place!"

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

The survivors acted in a mess and didn't even dare to resist. The most elite vampire troops were destroyed in the ultraviolet grenade just now, and only a group of stinky fish and shrimps survived. A few hid secretly while the chaos was in the chaos, while a few planned to find an exit to escape.

No one chose to surrender, and these two famous guys have never accepted the surrender of the vampire camp.

The blade killed all the way, and there was no one-match enemy in front of him. He used one shot and one sword in the master's hands in a superb way. He pulled up a Ha Ghost Clan who pretended to be dead, revealing his big white teeth: "I met again, and I haven't had time to thank you for leading me. Tell me, where is Dicken?"

The Ha Ghost Clan opened his eyes and almost fainted. Not long ago, the Blade chased him all the way, and he was taken away every time he caught him and put him on it as a toy, leaving him with a huge psychological shadow.

Blade slashed hard on the face of the Ha Ghost Clan, allowing its blood to flow. Blade threatened: "If you don't say it, I'll kill you now and find it yourself. You say, I'll kill Dicken now and let you go."

The Ha Ghost Clan nodded repeatedly, climbed to the next side of the refrigerator with trembling, and opened the refrigerator door, revealing the hidden secret passage behind him. He cried: "Dicen is inside, please let me go, I will never dare to be an enemy of you again!"

At this time, the old bartender shot and killed the Ha Ghost Clan.

"He said let you go, I never said that." The old bartender was very ruthless.

Blade took a surprise glance at the old bartender and shrugged indifferently, and found that the old bartender was a bit like his old partner in some ways. He turned his head and wanted to call Donnie to go in with him and kill Dicken.

He called out, and Donnie ignored him, screamed twice, but still didn't respond.

Donny went around in circles and put the valuable things into his pocket without hesitation. While filling them, he shouted: "Why are you so poor? Do you don't know how to put some antiques, calligraphy and paintings here? Why is your taste so low!"

Behind him, a few small Transformers were in a bag that they found from some unknown place. Some of them shivered at the Ha Ghost Clan, who were so scared that they shivered, pulled down all the watches and necklaces on their bodies, and put them in their bag with satisfaction.

The old bartender couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he grabbed Donny and was about to leave. While walking, he said, "I only realized today that why are you so greedy for money? You are so poor and crazy?" As he said that, he let out a bottle of good wine without hesitation.

Donnie couldn't find something valuable and was in a bad mood: "You have been eating and drinking mine for so long. Do you think my money is blown by the strong wind? I finally got a job to kill vampires, so I can't make any money."

The old bartender and Blade were speechless at the same time. Killing vampires is a job, and it seems that it is correct to say that.

After clearing out the last few enemies blocking the road, the three of them went down the secret passage quickly. They all heard people and had heard the sound coming from below while walking the stairs.

Donny rushed to the front in a armor, resisted the attack of oncoming guns and directly rushed into the crowd. Two silver daggers appeared in his hands in his backhand. This was made by him with some silver bullets, specifically for the current situation.

"This monster!"

These vampires were the elites who followed Dickon and were fearless. Seeing that the guns were useless, they simply threw the gun and fought with Donnie in close combat. Although Donnie learned some fighting, they were still far inferior to these vampires who had been through many battles, and they were a little embarrassed for a moment.

The blade grabbed the gap exposed between Downey's behavior and shot several times in a row. The silver bullet made the vampire burn into ashes in an instant.

"Your melee ability is really poor!" Blade teased.

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

Slap!

He clapped his hands and looked at the killing of Donnie and the other two, with his expression as if he was watching the Colosseum, several slaves were fighting desperately to please his master.

"Dicken..."

The blade stared at the big screen, gritting his teeth, and behind the sunglasses, there was a light of hatred.

Dicken was sitting on the helicopter, and as soon as he was flying towards the altar that had been prepared in the suburbs, it was impossible for Donnie and others to catch him. He held his laptop and looked at Donnie and the other two like dogs chasing their tails, and almost laughed loudly.

"You are beyond my expectations. I am trying to attract you to prevent you from disrupting my plans. I didn't expect it to be so smooth."

Dickon said, picking up a glass of wine and taking a sip. His scattered hair and wrinkled clothes made him look more mad.

"What the hell did you do?" Donnie frowned. Although he had seen the plot of Blade Warrior, this did not mean that he could grasp all the dynamics through the movie. Dicken must have done something recently, and he would use himself as bait to attract Donnie and Blade.

Dicken laughed, a little crazy, a little proud.

"The altar is ready, and the twelve sacrifices needed are ready! If you want to stop me, come to Jintan District in the south of Ocean City to find me. You are all coming, I look forward to it. Don't think that you will catch up with me immediately now. There is an amazing person next to you who needs you to save. Kill me or save people, how do you choose?"

With a burst of crazy laughter, the screen went out, and Donnie and the others lost the opportunity to kill. Donnie sighed in his heart. Dicken had taken advantage of this period to capture twelve noble vampires of different bloodlines. Coupled with the blood of the Sun Walker, Dicken could turn himself into a blood god.

Donny looked around and finally pulled out a bloody middle-aged man in the narrow and tortuous corner of the wall. The man was in a bad condition. His face turned pale, and although the wound on his neck could barely stop bleeding, there was no doubt that the virus had spread.

"I'm Tony Stark, save me, give me a serum soon. If it doesn't work, kill me..."

The middle-aged uncle said this with his last consciousness, and then fell into a coma completely. The raging vampire virus caused his body temperature to rise rapidly, and he relied on a sense of perseverance to support Donny and the others.

"Tony Stark?! How are you here?!"

Donnie was shocked, he was really nervous and uneasy. Tony's appearance was bad at this time, which was completely different from the glamorous appearance he appeared in the media on weekdays. He didn't recognize him immediately, and Donnie didn't think about that direction at all!
Chapter completed!