Walking quickly in the dark, Zhang Xiaofeng's face was tight, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his heart was extremely heavy, and the last undercover policeman, Zhang Xiaofeng didn't want to kill, but he had to kill, this is the principle he gave himself, no matter how he is, his own principles must be obeyed, because Zhang Xiaofeng himself, the principle he gave himself under the top is correct and the most rational, so whenever he is emotional, whenever he is swayed by the emotions in his heart, then he abandons his emotions and takes his own principles as the code of conduct。

Zhang Xiaofeng will always remember what his mentor, the cold middle-aged man, said to him when he first entered the killer organization.

"Our killer is the tool, the coldest tool, you have to remember this!!", at that time, his mentor, the cold middle-aged man stared at himself, and said to himself seriously: "You must always remember that when you have emotions, you have to tell yourself in your heart, what is right, you have to remind yourself in your heart, you are just a cold tool, the person who hinders you, no matter who it is, you have to kill ......."

Since then, such a code of conduct has been set by Zhang Xiaofeng, especially remember the first time he killed someone, looking at the other party's harmonious and happy family, watching the other party's wife and children laughing, his own gun couldn't get his hands on, but he had to go down, and finally, a gentle bullet, he destroyed this originally happy family, and then drifted away and disappeared into the night, leaving only the mournful cry behind and his own - a tear.

Then, a cold-blooded killer, a cold tool, and a life harvester who wandered in the dark became synonymous with Zhang Xiaofeng......

In the end, Zhang Xiaofeng's mentor died, the cold middle-aged man, when he was on a mission, met his son, when the killer was on a mission, he was recognized by someone he was familiar with, then he had to kill him, no matter what the other party's identity was, this is the first rule of the killer criterion, no matter which killer is doing well, because if he doesn't do it well, he is already dead.

Looking at his son's shocked eyes and looking at his own son, Zhang Xiaofeng's mentor calmly raised the gun on his face, but the slightly trembling hand couldn't shoot any bullets, so Zhang Xiaofeng's mentor died......

Back at the hospital, Zhang Xiaofeng walked straight to the blood bank upstairs, with a seemingly calm face, but no one could find the waves in Zhang Xiaofeng's heart.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofeng walking in, suddenly a nurse's eyes lit up, and she trotted to him, saying: "When she came back just now, she said that if she saw you coming back, she would call you to her ......ward."

After a slight pause, Zhang Xiaofeng nodded lightly and walked towards the elevator, leaving a thin back of the person behind.

"So handsome...", feeling Zhang Xiaofeng's cold breath, the nurse behind him muttered with a slight brilliance in her eyes.

"You little girl, are you fascinated by others?", at this moment, behind the nurse, a crisp female voice said with a smile.

"Ah...", when her own business was discovered, the nurse blushed, turned her head, and looked at her closest best friend, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and said, "What's the matter? You misheard ......".

"Hehe, do you still say no?", the girl behind this is also a nurse, I saw that this nurse first laughed, and then looked at her close friend and sighed slightly: "Xiao Nizi, don't think about it, such a boy with a temperament, he should be a famous grass, right?

Zhang Xiaofeng in the elevator couldn't hear the joke behind him, otherwise he would be very depressed.

Looking at the mirror inside the nod, looking at the delicate face inside, there is a trace of unapproachable breath in the eyes, and there seems to be a trace of inexplicable charm between the expressions?

Feeling his slightly changed temperament, looking at the extra charm in his expression, Zhang Xiaofeng wondered in his heart, could vampires still change a person's temperament? It seems that he has to ask Dulac clearly.

After lifting his legs and walking into the blood bank, Zhang Xiaofeng closed the door casually, picked up a bag of blood bags, tore it open and poured it into his mouth, tonight's killing caused unrest in his heart, looking at the blood splashed in front of his eyes, Zhang Xiaofeng's heart throbbed, that was the desire for blood, those hot blood, made Zhang Xiaofeng's mouth dry for a while.

"Well, did you go out hunting tonight?", behind Zhang Xiaofeng, a familiar boy sounded, and his voice was full of bursts of evil charm.

"No", Zhang Xiaofeng replied without looking back, after Dulac's literacy for so long, of course he knew the meaning of predation, what is the prey for vampires? That is, the ubiquitous humans outside, "I didn't hunt for food, I just killed people, those people must be killed..."

"Oh, you did it, real savage guy...", Dulac's voice behind him was obviously a little dissatisfied, and said, "Don't you know how much it affects the image of our noble blood clan?

"En?", putting down the blood bag in his hand, Zhang Xiaofeng turned around with a little surprise, looked at Dulac in surprise, and said, "The blood clan actually has such a habit?".

"Of course", Dulac seemed to look at the surprise in Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes helplessly, and said: "First, killing people is a very important thing for our group of nobles hidden in the dark, second, innocent killing is also a waste of food, and third...".

Speaking of this, Dulac paused slightly, his face became solemn, he looked at Zhang Xiaofeng seriously, and said: "Third, there are too many strange people in the world, and there are many humans with strange abilities, so we can try not to make a move as much as possible, because if we are injured once, the loss to us will be too great, because the strength of our blood clan is our blood, and you will naturally know this in the future, the more noble the blood clan, the more precious his blood will be......

Hearing Dulac's words, Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help but nodded, yes, the power of the blood clan is his own blood, if he does it often, how long will it take for him to make up for the lost blood?

"Okay...", the last sip of the blood bag in his hand was drunk, Zhang Xiaofeng sighed with satisfaction, swept his tongue, hooked a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, stretched lazily, looked at the white fish belly that had begun to rise in the east outside the window, and said: "A long night has finally passed like this, well, I should also go to sleep......

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaofeng opened the door of the blood bank and walked towards his residence, a ward upstairs.

"Sleep?", hearing Zhang Xiaofeng's words, Dulac looked at the east that began to light up outside, and said in disgust: "I hate the sun, sleep, how I miss my exquisite coffin before......."

It's a pity that Dulac also knew that this was just his own nostalgia, and the bat's body squeezed onto the shelf of the blood bank and slowly fell asleep......