Inside the iron gate is a long corridor with fluorescent tubes that give the impression of walking in a hospital at night, and at the end, the morgue.

At the end of the corridor, Russell turned a corner and was stopped again, and the security guard, who was blacker, bigger, and harder than just now, stretched out his hand to block the way, and lit up the fluorescent stamp in his hand.

Russell thought about it, and it seemed that he had no experience with allergies, and raised his hand to let the security guard poke the back of his hand.

The grimace mark of the blue-faced fangs stands out in the dark!

The door opened, the music exploded in the ears, the lights were dazzling, and the crowd was full of writhing.

Russell nodded in satisfaction, pulled out a piece of Franklin and stuffed it into the security guard's vest, and strode inside. With a strange look, the security guard closed and locked the door, blocked out the loud music, took out the walkie-talkie and muttered a few words.

This is a speakeasy, the difference between it and a regular bar is that it is more chaotic and exciting, the rules are no rules, and what other bars can't do, you can do here.

Russell looked around, and the demons in the bar danced wildly, giving him a sense of déjà vu of a blade warrior, more than sixty people, less than one-tenth of them were normal humans.

These thrill-seeking fools, unaware of the fact that they are surrounded by ghosts that have changed into human appearances, reach out and rub oil from time to time, showing a cheap smile, thinking about coming back next time.

Only the devil knows, they will have a next time!

In the sofa seat next to the dance floor, the well-dressed social elite turned into a well-dressed beast, hugged and nibbled with a beautiful woman, then lowered his head, rolled up the white paper and sucked up the white sugar lined up.

When he was done, the guy shook his head and looked satisfied.

Russell shook his head slightly, people in big cities really know how to play, and he can't understand what the other party is doing at all.

At this time, two blonde beauties in tight short one-piece skirts noticed that Russell was alone, got up from the sofa, and walked towards him left and right.

Russell naturally grabbed the waists of the two, looked at the ghost figure writhing wildly in the middle of the dance floor, and frowned: "It's too noisy here, is there a quiet place?" ”

The two beauties were happy in their eyes, looked at each other and laughed, a night snack for two people and ten people, how to choose, is not a difficult choice.

……

In the surveillance room, the screen shows Russell and two beautiful women walking into the bathroom, and the gorgeously dressed man took a sip of the red liquid in his lipstick wine glass, and asked his subordinates on the side, "Are you sure he is a priest?" ”

Nearby, a man taps on a computer and extracts a single copy from the file by comparing Russell's avatar.

"Yes, the church has recently mobilized a lot of people from outside, and he is one of them, but ......"

"But what?"

"The file shows that he is only a supernumerary and has no combat capability."

"That's a bad guy, huh?"

"Yes!"

The gorgeously dressed man smiled, drank the red wine in the glass, and the red liquid slid down the corners of his mouth and fell to his neck: "It's too much of an eyesore, kill him......"

In the bathroom on the other side, the faucet was screwed to the maximum, the sound of water splashing was rattling, Russell stood in front of the mirror and looked left and right, and he was very disgusted to wash the lipstick marks on his face with water.

The two beauties were nowhere to be found, but there were two more puddles of green pus on the ground.

"In order to penetrate the enemy, I do not hesitate to feed the demon with my body, I hope there is something to gain this time, otherwise I will lose a lot."

As Russell complained, the bathroom door was violently pushed open, and loud music followed.

The two men with guns raised their guns and pointed them at Russell, and when they saw the pus on the ground, their faces changed drastically, and they didn't want to shoot immediately.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ————

The bullet clip was gone, the two men looked shocked, the bullet shot was blocked by a water curtain, the powerful power potential energy was like entering the quagmire, the trend of the bullet going deep slowed down little by little, and the ripples were scattered, and finally it was powerless to suspend in the water.

The two swallowed, realizing that the information was wrong, and as they changed their magazines, they stepped back towards the door.

But it's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out, the water curtain rolls upside down, seals the bathroom door, and the two of them punch and kick them, and even shoot them can't break the water curtain.

Russell looked at the two calmly with his hands on his shoulders, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, a stream of water rushed away, turning into two water balls and covering the heads of the two.

The water balloon cut off the air, the two of them couldn't breathe through their mouths and noses, and they fell to the ground and struggled violently, and as the time passed, the two struggled gradually weak, and finally stopped moving completely.

Russell screwed on the faucet, removed the water balloon, and stepped forward to look down on the two corpses.

It's interesting that two bodies that should have died of suffocation, both are still alive.

Sand Eagle Celestial was in hand, and he shot the left corpse in the heart, causing it to turn into pus, while the corpse on the right ......

"How long do you want to pretend, tell me, what are you?"

"Whoa———

The corpse that had fallen to the ground suddenly burst out, opened its canine fangs, and bit Russell's calf.

Boom!

A blade of light extended from under the muzzle of the sand eagle's gun, piercing the man's chest, pinning him to the ground.

"Ahhh————h

The screams rang out, and Russell ignored them, examining the world mission on his personal panel.

【Ding! Host triggers World Quests]

[World Mission: Bloodline Origin!] Find out the source of the vampire's bloodline and put an end to it with your own hands]

[Failed mission, stay in this world forever, and become food for vampires]

"Vampire ......"

Amid the screams, Russell muttered to himself that there were so many movies about vampires that he couldn't accurately analyze the scattered clues he had on hand, but as far as the chaotic bars outside, he was more inclined to the world of Blade.

"Remember the vampire in Blade Warrior, if you are killed, it will turn to ashes, you can know if it is verified or not......" Speaking of this, Russell looked down at the man at his feet, and his smile gradually became kind.

The man shuddered, his screams stopped abruptly, and Russell's smiling face was met, and his facial features were replaced by fear.

A moment later, Russell pushed the door and walked out of the bathroom, and the vampire was shot through the heart by him, and his tenacious vitality supported him to survive, although he was not far from death, he could still live for about ten seconds, until the bullet pierced the head, and then he died completely.

The corpses are still there, showing that this is not the world of Blades!

On the dance floor, the dinner party begins, and the humans who are drunk and die in alcohol and white noodles are eaten by the monsters without the slightest resistance.

The picture was miserable, but people were busy, and Russell was not bothered, tiptoeing towards the safe passage of the staff.

Suddenly, the music in the bar stops, and clusters of lights hit Russell, making him the brightest and most prominent boy in the audience.

The ghosts grinned, mixed with a few vampires, surrounded Russell from all sides.

He turned his back to the wine cabinet, scratched his head speechlessly, shot the overhead surveillance with two guns in his hands, and then folded his chest into a cross: "I just came to Los Angeles, I don't know the rules here, go through the procedure first or go straight to work?" ”