After a while, Clark came down, and looking at his depressed expression, Los couldn't help but smile a little. "TMD, this woman is fake all over her body, and I haven't sucked much blood. Clark said with a dark face.

Before he could finish speaking, a series of gunshots were heard, accompanied by the sound of glass breaking. "I*, what's going on?" asked Clarke, who asked as he lay on the ground in horror as a silver bullet grazed Clarke's forehead grazed his forehead in fright. I saw more than 30 men with bullet bags and cigars rushing in with guns. "Bloodhunt?" Los frowned slightly, this neighborhood is full of blood clans' territory, especially this Christine bar, not only has thirty ordinary blood clans and three baron-level blood clans, but Viscount Fisk is also here, they broke in like this, it is indeed a bit presumptuous. After all, with their well-trained skills, there was no problem in dealing with ordinary blood clans, and they could even rely on the advantage of numbers to mediate with baron-level blood clans. However, if you are against the viscount-level blood clan, it will really be a lantern in the pit - looking for death!

Even Los didn't understand what their confidence was. "What do we do now?" Clark asked aloud when he saw that Los was a little stunned. Los gave him an angry look, the door had been blocked by them, and at this time, he swaggered over and saw a shuttle of bullets waiting for him, didn't he think he was dying slowly?

The Bloodclan hidden in the bar also reacted and pounced on the Bloodhunters, some of whom had already begun to fire back with their hoarded guns, their muzzles pouring tongues of fire. The whole scene suddenly became a pot of porridge, the ordinary people in the bar kept screaming and scattering in all directions, and there were also a few unlucky ones who were shot and fell to the ground wailing.

Los looked around the hall, eventually fixing his gaze on the lampball on the ceiling of the hall. Los had a plan, and pointed his right index finger at the lampball, shooting a line of blood. With a "scratch", the light ball went out instantly, and the entire hall fell into darkness. The current situation is very favorable for the Bloodline, after all, the Bloodline, as a nocturnal creature, has extremely strong night vision, and can even determine the location of the enemy through breathing.

And the Bloodhunters didn't seem to expect this to happen, and they wouldn't carry a high-end device like a night vision device with them. As a result, Bloodhunt can only find cover in the bar hall and confront the Bloodclans. "Let's go. Los nodded at Clarke. In front of the bar, there are also two Bloodhunt armed with MP40 submachine guns. Los and Clark each walked behind one of them, stretched out their three-inch (7.62cm) claws, and directly screwed off the heads of the two Bloodhunts.

After escaping, Clark complained, "Bad luck! "Alright, stop talking nonsense, let's go. Loes urged. "Where do you want to go?" a voice said. Los was stunned as he saw seven gun-wielding bloodhunts approaching. "What now?" Clark had transformed, blood-red eyes, two-inch-long fangs, and three-inch-long claws. "What else can I do? Of course, I will fight my way out. Loes shrugged his shoulders and said, his eyes full of war. If it is said that he is fighting alone, Los is really not scared, after all, the physique of the Bruch clan is the most suitable for fighting among the thirteen clans, even if the two are at a disadvantage now, but, in the dictionary of the Bruch clan, there is never a word for escape.

After that, Los also entered the state of the blood clan, the same blood-red eyes, two-inch fangs and three-inch claws, seven blood hunts formed a circle, Los and Clark back to back, in a fighting posture, "Up!" After that, the two pounced with lightning speed, and Los hit a blood hunt with an uppercut, knocking the blood hunt to the ground, and snatching the MP40 submachine gun in the blood hunter's hand. According to the closest blood hunt to himself, it is two shots.

For the MP40 submachine gun, Loes is no stranger, this gun is not bad, but the rate of fire is a bit low, a magazine is thirty-two rounds, Los has now fired two bullets, has knocked the Bloodhunter to the ground, Clark also knocked down another Bloodhunt, the other four Bloodhunter immediately fired, and prevented Los and Clark from approaching them, as veterans who often deal with the Bloodline, they know what happens if they are close to the Bloodline.

The muzzle of the gun continued to pour bullets outward, forming a dense network of firepower, so that Los and Clark could not raise their heads, and the three bloodhunters who had been robbed of their weapons and knocked to the ground also regained their mobility at this time, took off the M3A1 submachine gun on their waists, and began to shoot, and Los and Clark could only hide behind the alley. "What now? It's only an hour before dawn. Clark said with a hint of panic in his words. When Los heard this, he looked up and was also shocked. If, within an hour, they could not solve the seven bloodhunts and hide in the darkness, then the results that awaited them would only be ashes.

The seven Bloodhunters also seemed to have thought of this, and they deliberately delayed time with their guns, that is, they did not play melee combat with the two of Los and wanted to watch them killed by the sun. Los looked at the sky a little anxiously, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly covered his arm and screamed in pain: "Ah!" Several blood hunters were overjoyed when they heard this, after all, they knew very well the power of the silver bullet, even if it was a viscount-level blood clan, if they were hit by the silver bullet, they had to crawl on the ground like a bug, not to mention, two ordinary blood clans who didn't even have a title.

However, the leader of the bloodhunt was very cautious, and he said, "Tom, Jack, go over and take a look. Tom and Jack, who were called by name, were a little reluctant when they heard this, but when they thought that the heads of the two ordinary blood clans in the tunnel could make their pockets bulge, they also mustered up the courage in their hearts and slowly advanced with their guns. Los glanced at Clark, who nodded, clutching the handle of the gun in his hand.

Finally, the two Bloodhunters gradually appeared in the field of vision of the two, and Rose raised the handle of the gun and smashed it down at the head of the Bloodhunter, and the two Bloodhunters were instantly knocked to the ground, and before the two of them could come to their senses, the two of them shot at the heads of the two Bloodhunters.

One shot kills!

A series of actions seemed to be long, but in fact, it was only a matter of two or three minutes, and before the remaining five Bloodhunters could react, they had already been killed by another one by Loth. The remaining four Bloodhunters reacted and hurriedly shot at the two. The two hid behind the alley, and Loos was about to pull the trigger to return fire, only to hear a crisp trigger pull. There are no bullets. Los looked at Clark and saw him hold up five fingers, meaning he only had five bullets left.

"!" Los scolded. Then, the sound of bullets chirping faded away, and it was obvious that the four Bloodhunters were running out of bullets. Clarke, apparently guessing this, burst out of the alley, pointed his gun at a Bloodhunt, pulled the trigger, and poured out the only five bullets left in the magazine. The Bloodhunter fell to the ground.

Four have been solved, and there are still three left, and I'm afraid the next thing will be hand-to-hand combat. The remaining three Bloodhunters also seemed to have some headaches, and pulled their daggers from their black boots, and Los and Clark threw their guns on the ground. also slowly walked out of the alley. The three-inch-long claws shone in the moonlight.

A Bloodhunter rushed first, his fist full of green tendons and smashed down on Loth's forehead, looking at the fist that was constantly enlarged in his field of vision. Without the slightest hesitation, Loth reached out with his left hand, clamped down on the fist that Bloodhunter had outstretched, and pushed forward, only to hear a "click", followed by the screams of the Bloodhunter, and it was clear that his right hand was twisted by Loth. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Los poked out his two-inch-long fangs and stabbed them hard into the bloodhunt's artery, and began to suck. After a while, the strong man who was originally quite burly was instantly sucked into a human by Los Angeles. Suddenly, the red glow in Los's eyes blaze.

Of the remaining two Bloodhunts, one of them slowly took off the black body armor on his body, revealing a body full of explosive muscles, and the other Bloodhunt also untied the equipment on his body. "It's a paranormal. Clark exclaimed. That's right, these two Bloodhunts, one is a power ability and the other is a speed ability. Although they are all more common types of Abilities, they are still more troublesome. So, the two decided to divide the work, with Los to deal with the power-type ability and Clark to deal with the speed-type ability.

"No wonder you dare to come to the trouble of the blood clan, it turns out that you have something to rely on. "Loeth Road. As the most physically powerful of the three dark races, the Bloodline is their forte in hand-to-hand combat, not to mention the best of them, the Bruch Clan.

Los moved, preemptively, kicked his feet on the ground fiercely, bounced up, and grabbed the head of the blood hunter with his left hand, the intention was very obvious, wanting to give him an open scoop, as a blood clan that has ruled the entire dark world since ancient times, their wisdom, strength and speed are incomparable.

The Bloodhunter was going to take this blow by force, raising his hands above his head, only to see that Loth suddenly changed the direction of his attack, and took him straight down, the sharp claws went straight into his heart, and twisted it hard, and then, Los pierced his fangs on his neck and began to suck, after all, he was already the peak of the ordinary blood clan now, and there was only one chance left to advance to the baron-level blood clan, and the blood of the power-type ability was of great benefit to him at this moment.

At this time, Clark also eliminated the speed-type ability and began to suck blood, although the speed of the speed-type ability is not slow, but it is still not enough to see the blood clan that is already known for its speed at the head of the three dark races.