When night falls, the modern city is wrapped in a halo of countless neon lights, if you take a plane and look down from above, you will definitely be excited by this miracle built by human efforts over the past hundred years, which is not a real paradise for the ancients.

In this era of glittering lights, most people are running around for life during the day, and they are under more and more pressure every year. In the face of the due arranged by the school professor as if he didn't want money, the typical capitalist oppression of the company boss, some people choose to stay at home at night, and some people mingle in all kinds of clubs, with high and low grades. Whatever way they choose, it's all about venting the depression they've built up within.

In the LUX bar, people who are intoxicated by the depths of desire twist their bodies to the sound of passionate music. They are like walking corpses whose souls have been deceived by the devil, following the most primitive instincts.

With a glass of vodka in hand, Madrigal slowly but powerfully weaves through the crowd rubbing against his flesh. He walked casually in the crowd, wriggling and dancing with strangers from time to time, but there was a glimmer of light in his seemingly slightly drunk eyes.

Tonight's hunting mission is not yet complete, and Madrigal can already feel that the demons in his body that had been suppressed during the day have now begun to slowly awaken.

The DJ on stage changed the tune.

【Be patient】

Madrigal said silently to herself. He was a trained hunter and shouldn't have been upset by this amount of time, but it was. This demon in the new body is so impatient, it craves something that is taboo for ordinary people.

The demon seemed to have heard the madrigal's command, which made his inner irritability gradually suppressed by reason.

The night continues.

Not everyone can see Los Angeles at 4 a.m., but most people can see every city at 1 or 2 a.m.

When a few hours of indulgence are over, people who force their livers to work overtime seem to feel the power of alcohol. Some people are young and strong enough to hold on to call an Uber, while others have already collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Except for hunters who use the bar as a hunting mecca.

They are well equipped, sophisticated, and understand their own situation, and they are the final victors who come out of this battlefield.

Patrick was one of many winners.

As he walked to the parking lot, a woman in a short black skirt was leaning limply on his shoulder on his right. It was his trophy for the night, and after hours of fighting, he finally got her drunk and took her home. Although she didn't agree to follow her home, she didn't refuse now, did she?

The car was just around the corner in front of him, and Patrick was a little impatient.

"Zizizi~"

Patrick suddenly heard the sound of electricity, and his body instantly twitched uncontrollably, and then fell into darkness.

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Patrick was woken up by the sound of metal clashing.

The white daylight in front of him stung his eyes, which made him wrinkle his eyes.

"Ah, you're finally awake, and I'm wondering if I need to wake you up. ”

A cheerful male voice came from the right-hand side.

Patrick turned his head and saw an Asian male standing in front of a pile of hair. Parikt tried to sit up, but found himself bound by ropes.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Parrickett asks the classic question.

Pastoral sighed with some disappointment: "Why are you all the same question at the beginning, can you have some new ideas?" He slowly picked up a chef's scarf from the table and put it on his body.

"Although I hate this kind of thing to act without investigation, because there will be too many variables for me to calculate, but who made the demon in my body have no patience to wait, and your performance tonight is so conspicuous. Madrigal's expression was a little helpless.

Parikt's hairs shrank violently.

This is the instinct that nature gives all living beings when facing natural predators.

“HELP！！！！！”

Parikt cried out for help.

"It's useless, all your sound will be absorbed by the soundproofing materials around you. ”

The words without emotional ups and downs instantly broke down Parikt's psychological defenses.

"Please... ”

He pleaded with tears streaming down his eyes to the pastoral.

Madrigal spread his hands.

"I'm also helpless... But in order to show my first experience in my life, I swear to God that I will do my best to bring out the art I learned from Teacher Hannibal to the fullest, and through you we will go down in history!!"

Crazy and scorching.

(PS: I originally wanted to write a big chapter of 4000+, but I didn't expect that there were too many things today, and I only had time to write it at night.) It's past eleven o'clock just after I finished writing.,The author Jun has to get up early tomorrow morning and drive to Monkey Tun to catch a plane.,In order not to break his promise.,I can only write this =.。 =

Spit on the monitoring of the United States again, it's so rotten... There is no monitoring in the author's community (it seems that there is no here), and a classmate was robbed by three blacks not long ago, and it is not that there is no way. In the HEB supermarket opposite the community, a classmate's car was hit in the parking lot, and the back was rotten, and the person ran away, and there was no monitoring. . . I'm speechless... ）