Constantly twitching his nose, Wesley tried to sniff the air, the expression on his face constantly changing.

Wesley, the blade warrior who came after a vampire baron, even if the other party used the secret art of the Bloodclan to temporarily escape his tracking, but for the vampire hunter who made vampire hunting his profession, the smell of vampires in the air was the best guide.

Everything changed when I entered this campus.

When the clear and obvious taste arrives here, it seems that it has been strongly suppressed by something, and it has directly become nothing, and it is still dissipating rapidly.

Just when Wesley was still secretly wondering if this group of blood clans had developed some secret method, a loud voice came from afar.

"Handsome guy, over here!"

Turning his head sharply, he looked in the direction from which the voice came, and a small high-rise dormitory building a few hundred meters away appeared in front of him.

As Wesley cautiously approached the dormitory building, he saw a blonde young man in his early eights, almost in his early eights, lying on his stomach in front of the window with his hands, looking himself up and down with interest.

At this moment, even if the young man did not show any hostility, a chilling shiver still rose from his heart, as if he was being targeted by some terrible predator.

This chilling shiver was so intense that even Wesley, who had experienced countless strong enemies and encountered countless dangers, had never encountered it.

……

Abner held poor Mr. Baron in one hand as he crouched over the window and watched with interest the cautiously approaching Blade Warrior.

This famous half-vampire superhero in his previous life looks like he is about thirty years old, with a resolute face with short hair and thick lips, dark skin and black sunglasses, wearing thick body armor and a cape, and carrying his trademark long knife on his back.

At this moment, he still holds an old-fashioned single-hole rifle in his hand, and two pistols, magazines, daggers, darts and other weapons are hung from his waist.

"Blade?"

A pair of blood-red eyes quickly looked the guy in front of him up and down through his sunglasses, twitched his nose again, and faced Abner's question, Wesley was silent for a moment, and then nodded slowly.

"Would you like to come in and sit down? I have the best coffee here, would you like a cup? ”

Abner's smile melted directly into his face, and he extended an invitation to Wesley at the window.

After observing Abner for a moment, Wesley's expression suddenly froze, and a quick sweep of his eyes stopped directly on Abner's left hand.

On Abner's left hand, a bat about the size of an adult's fist was quickly circling in Abner's hand under the fiddling of his five fingers.

"Big ...... My lord! Put...... Leave me alone! ”

"Our ...... There is a contract between them...... ...... vomit"

"I ...... I'm going to ...... And also continue to ...... for you At your service...... ...... vomit"

Listening to the voice coming from Abner's hand, Wesley's expression froze, and his nose sniffed directly in Abner's direction.

"My lord? My lord! ”

As Wesley's nose sniffed, the old rifle in his hand was raised directly to Aebner's head without hesitation, and a spark immediately rose.

Bang!

With a loud gunshot, a silver bullet roared out of the barrel and shot mercilessly towards Abner's eyebrows.

"I'm misunderstood, right, you seem to be doing it on purpose?"

In the face of the roaring silver bullets, Abner and Winifred at this moment complained to the palm of his hand.

Then the left hand that grabbed Vinnie Fred poked out like lightning, and the Baron was holding Monsieur Baron in the path of the bullet.

Watching the dazzling silver bullets fly, the extremely strong feeling of suffocation made Vinifred's pupils dilate to the limit, and the hair on his body was even more frightened.

Before the words begging for mercy could be spoken, only a bang was heard, and in an instant, time seemed to be slowed down hundreds or thousands of times.

Vinifred clearly saw that when the silver bullet was less than a centimeter away from his head, it seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier, and then it expanded and deformed rapidly under the powerful kinetic energy, and finally the horn burst open.

"Spare your life! Spare your life! ”

It was only at this moment that the words begging for mercy came out of Mr. Baron's mouth, and the cold sweat on his body came out uncontrollably, and a few drops of unknown liquid under his crotch flowed down directly, and then a strong sense of prostration spread from the bottom of his heart all over his body.

"Fuck off, next time you dare to play tricks on me, I will suppress you in the dirtiest urinal and live in the dirtiest urinal for the rest of your life!"

With a slight flick of his left hand, Mr. Baron Winifred flew out with a low whistling sound, just like the silver bullet from before.

Although the speed is a little faster, it is inevitable that you will break your hands and feet or something, but with the powerful recovery power of vampires, you will definitely not be able to die.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Obviously, the old rifle in the Blade Warrior's hand was also a modified goodie, and three bullets in quick succession shot at Abner again with a strange arc.

The two silver bullets in his left hand were shot by Abner somewhere, and in the face of the last bullet, Abner's eyes were small, and suddenly the extremely fast bullet speed seemed to slow down at this moment.

The right hand stretched out like lightning, and it flicked its fingers at the bullet, and in an instant, a huge depression could be clearly seen in the silver bullet, and it flew back at more than double the speed of the previous one.

A dazzling cold knife light flashed quickly, only to hear a crisp sound, but saw a slender sharp long knife held in Wesley's hand, blocking in front of him.

And on the ground in front of him, the silver bullet that had been split in half impartially was lying quietly at his feet.

"I said man, let's have a misunderstanding, let's sit down and have a cup of coffee and talk!"

Abner said with a helpless smile on his face and spread his hands.

Some time ago, I was a villain who held Alice hostage.,The day before yesterday, I flattened the green block again.,Now I met another protagonist, Blade Warrior.。

If it's not necessary, Abner really doesn't want to conflict with these protagonists, after all, they are all good characters in his previous life......

In the face of Abner's words, Wesley was unmoved, and with his left foot forward, the long knife in his hand slashed towards Abner's chest at a strange angle.

Abner's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was immediately excited.

Abner's interest was not naturally Wesley's sword, but the faint spirit attached to the blade.

"Sure enough, he deserves to be the protagonist!"