Outside, the sky and complete darkness fell, and the lights of the city lit up and flickered in the storm.

Xu Jing walked in front alone, Terix stretched out his left hand and hooked his back with Michael, but his right hand was hidden in his leather jacket, and a pistol was separated from Michael's waist through his clothes.

Michael saw the crowd around him and wanted to shout for help, but after sensing the hard thing on his waist, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

After walking for a while, when he was about to approach the station, Xu Jing suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of the neo-Gothic office building in the distance through the blurred rain curtain, and then his pupils shrank, and a strange color flashed on his face.

"It's coming so fast."

His spirit was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he had just clearly developed a trace of unusual sensation.

And at the top of that building, there was indeed a black figure at this time, holding a digital camera in his hand, like a photographer, going around capturing the people or scenery on the street below.

Xu Jing slowed down, naturally waited for Tlix to approach, and then lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Deathwalker is here, you take him to take a detour back to Singh, and I will lure them away." ”

Trix was a little flustered, but he was not an ordinary person after all, so he quickly calmed down, and after responding, he put his arm around Michael and turned around and walked to another street.

Xu Jing took a deep breath and continued to walk straight towards the station unhurriedly.

"System."

As he walked, he mentally summoned the system, and then looked at the enhanced abilities.

After his gaze lingered on the third-level strength and second-level agility for a few seconds, he looked at the first-level self-healing, and his mind moved, and he clicked on the plus sign.

Before he crossed over, he had 1350 points of origin, but now he only had 350 points left, and these sources were only enough for him to strengthen once or twice at most, and even if his strength and agility increased by another level, the help to him was not as important as his self-healing ability.

In an instant, a stream of origin aura dispersed into every cell in his body.

Xu Jing moved forward normally, and was ready to endure the pain, but unexpectedly, this strengthening did not hurt at all, but seemed to be soaking in a bath, which made the whole person relax and extremely comfortable.

The cold wind was mixed with torrential rain, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and it poured down from the sky, and the sky and the earth were confused.

A hundred meters away from Xu Jing, on the balcony railing at the top of an apartment building decorated with baroque stone carvings, a distinctive figure crouched there, almost still and silent.

It was a beautiful and attractive woman, wearing a long, slim and shiny trench coat, tight black leather pants underneath the trench coat, and a belt around her waist, but she could not hide her light athlete-like body.

Her skin is smooth and snow-white, as if flashing with fluorescent, her appearance is exquisite and eternal, her temperament is noble and cold, giving people a sense of sacrosanctity.

Her dark brown hair fluttered in the wind, and her chestnut eyes with a hint of melancholy stared coldly at the bustling street below.

Her name is Serena, and she is a vampire who has lived for more than six centuries, and is the adopted daughter of Victor, one of the three elders of the vampire clan.

She is elegant and beautiful in appearance, and is known as the Goddess of the Moon by her kindred, but she prefers to be a Deathwalker and bring endless death to those savage and ruthless werewolves.

At this moment, her mind was recalling the relentless war between vampires and werewolves that had lasted for centuries.

And this war, in Serena's opinion, is almost over completely.

Since that fiasco six hundred years ago, their bloodlines have taken revenge on the werewolves, and a brave commando has infiltrated the hostile hidden fortresses of Moldavia.

Lucian, the most terrible and cruel leader of the werewolf clan, was eventually killed, and the werewolf clan was almost torn apart.

After six centuries of hunting down by their Deathwalkers, werewolves became fewer and fewer, to the point of dying.

However, although there are not many werewolves anymore, the next war has become more dangerous.

Because the moon can no longer affect werewolves, those ancient and powerful werewolves who have survived for centuries are now able to change their bodies at will, and even larger than before.

Now that weapons have changed, the goal of the Deathwalker will never change: hunt werewolves and kill them, one by one, until they are completely destroyed.

Serena leaned forward, the tail of her sleek black trench coat swaying in the wind, the icy rain spilling down her face and body, her tongue moving along the smooth contours of her fangs, her eyes constantly scanning the street below.

According to the clear information of the surveillance team, there are werewolves operating in this area, but she has not found a target for a long time.

Serena's gaze sometimes rests on some handsome human man, her current age, which is the equivalent of girlhood for the Bloodline, and always has something to look forward to the future.

But she also worries that if the war is over, she can imagine that the Deathwalkers will inevitably end with the era, and they will be discarded just like the weapons they used before.

What happens then?

She felt lost, but soon, she didn't have time to think about it, her eyes narrowed, and she locked onto a target that she thought was annoying at first sight.

It was a tall, strong, bald man, who was walking towards their place step by step through the flowing crowd.

Images flashed through Serena's mind, and she recognized the man below.

Ryze, a ferocious werewolf second only to Lucien, with the blood of humans and their blood on his hands, is now the leader of the Central European wolf pack.

Caught a big fish!

Serena's heart was full of excitement, this was a terrifying and powerful opponent, but she was not afraid at all, and looked forward to filling the opponent with all the silver.

She turned her head to look at the top of the other two buildings not far away, where there were two other Deathwalkers present, Jerrell using the digital camera to capture snapshots of the figures, and Nathaniel checking them.

At this moment, the three of them glanced at each other, and then after the target had passed, they jumped vertically from the top of the building that was more than five stories high without hesitation.

Serena was like a nimble and graceful jaguar, ignoring the height that could knock ordinary people to death, and landed smoothly to the ground, and the next second her black leather boots stepped out and quickly chased after her.

Xu Jing walked quickly in the crowd, brutally pushing away the pedestrians who were in the way, and everyone chose to bow their heads and retreat after seeing his gloomy and cruel gaze and huge size.

Soon, he entered the station square and got off the escalator.

He could sense that three ghosts, more powerful and deadly than any human assassin, were scattered and hidden in the crowd, following him unhurriedly.

Xu Jing did not panic, and after entering the station, he did not open fire in such a public place, but continued to move towards the remote corner where he came.

Unnoticed, he quickly sideways through the narrow guarded aisle with no traffic, then jumped off the train tracks and strode into his stride.

"Chase!"

Serena, who followed behind, reached for a modified Beretta pistol hidden under her trench coat with both hands, and gave an order, no matter what, she was going to kill the abominable werewolf leader today.