Dry hunters basically know Whist, just as hunters know that the first real human counterattack in modern times was the bloody massacre of Lincoln Abraham in the White House, because Whist's full name is, Whist Abraham.

Yes, he is the descendant of the president who is famous in the hunter world for being the greatest vampire hunter, but the reason why he is famous in the industry, and even the most domineering hunter in front of him, is not because of his illustrious background, but because there are not a few vampires he has executed.

And there are also many hunters who have received Whist's favor and received his guidance. For example, a big reason why Ringa's body, the original owner of the Holy Sword, would come to help Blade was because Whist had helped him before.

So don't look at Whist now that he is gray-haired, but Linga will not look down on him.

Whist stood in the doorway, still wearing his sleeveless tweed jacket, and said to Ringa, "Come here, let's talk together, and let George go back to bed." ”

Linga glanced at George, who blinked his bright eyes and obediently walked to another room.

Clapping his hands, Linga stood up and followed Whist outside—another cubicle, just because there were big enough tables and chairs in this one.

"Let me sum up what you have encountered tonight," said Whist, sitting at the table, "you have arrived at the target's villa, and there is a trap here. ”

Whist picked up an onion casually, signaled that it was the villa where the accident occurred, and took a bottle of pepper in the other hand, and said, "But the holy sword broke the siege and repelled those bloodsucking worms......"

Finally Whist picked up a basin and put pepper and onions in it: "And you got from that vampire duke that the vampire bugs are going to make a big mess in New York on the 21st of September?" Well, it's related to Dickon Firth. ”

Seeing Whist fiddling with onions and pepper there, Linga tried his best to hold back his occupational illness as a cook, or he told him that he needed a lettuce to make a salad, and that he had to cut it, and he said, "Yes, that's all, but we don't know exactly what they're going to do on the 21st of September, we don't know anything, we're in the dark, Whist, you've been dealing with them for so many years, do you know what they're going to do?" ”

Whist pondered for a moment and replied, "I don't know, the vampire bugs feast on the 13th, the carnival on Halloween, and the only thing that can be related to September 21st is Eid al-Adha and ...... World Peace Day? ”

Before he could finish speaking, Whist couldn't help but laugh. Sitting on the side, still wearing sunglasses, Blade also smiled.

Lin Jia, who was sitting on the side, didn't smile. The cold jokes told by Whist, a lonely old man, are probably only understood by Blade, a freak who has been raised by him since childhood.

Sensing that now seemed like the time for a joke, Whist and Blade stopped their laughter.

"We don't know what they did on September 21st, but we know three things now," Blade said, holding up three fingers, "One, September 21 they're definitely going to do something in New York."

The ring finger and middle finger wrapped under the glove were bent: "Second, they gathered a considerable number of missing people, and they used unknown means to transport them."

Linga nodded in thought.

The reason he'd go to that villa with Blade tonight was because he received the news that there might be vampires having dinner parties there, and that there might be high-ranking people there.

As for the high-ranking person there being a duke, if it weren't for the sudden arrival of Linga and the golden finger by his side, the story would have gone in a different direction.

"Three, Dickon Firth has something to do with this," Blade's three fingers flexed, and he finished speaking.

The previous sentence has said so much, but the last sentence carries the heaviest weight. To Blade, it didn't matter if the first two sentences were, as long as Deacon Firth was there.

Even if it were just Dickon Firth, Blade would have done it with 120 percent of its strength.

"So now I'm asking how to go to New York, or stay here in Buffalo for a black pepper onion salad?" Linga said very simply: "We can't stupidly wait two months for September 21st, right? ”

"Of course it can't be, it's a bit difficult for me to make money from grabbing the watch to sustain two people, plus the two of you are not enough."

This was said by Blade, who took off his gloves and pulled out several watches of various shapes from his pocket, but also at great prices.

This is his subsistence work, by robbing ...... Take...... Pick up some ownerless watches - vampires who are hacked to death by the silver blade of the blade will be reduced to ashes, and it will be counted as evaporation from the world, right?

As a peculiar person, he has never been to school since he was a child, he is proficient in driving, sword fighting, and naturally has no time to learn other skills in addition to surviving in the wild, not to mention that his work targets are those low-vision characters who are nocturnal and nocturnal.

Linga breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said, "Then what do you mean?" ”

"There are two places, one in New York and one in Buffalo, and Blade can't get out of here for some reason," Whist said, "so I'm going to have to trouble you going to New York." ”

Hearing Whist say this, Linga was like a big stone in his heart, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, it's dawn" George suddenly appeared by the door: "I've already made breakfast"

"Oh? It's Little George today, do you make breakfast? Whist looked at George kindly: "Don't you like to eat the bacon ham and eggs I made?" ”

"No," George walked over to Linga's side and said, "It's just that the black pepper onion salad doesn't have lettuce, and it's not okay to eat one directly?" ”

"Uh" Whist glanced at the onion in his hand and smiled.

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"When you are a hunter, who doesn't do dirty work, black work and eats" Whist hiccuped with a toothpick: "No one would have thought that your kid actually drove a food truck, which is probably the easiest way to make money in this industry." ”

"Who knows, I guess I was hungry when I was a child," Ringa said to Whist, standing in front of the car door.

Whist nodded at Ringa and said, "Help me take care of Joe Joe"

"Of course, I'll raise it as my own child," Linga nodded and said, "I'm leaving, I'll see you later." ”

Linga turned around and put his hand on the door handle, and Whist's voice came from behind Linga: "If he really gets out of control, help me deal with him and give him a relief." ”

The hand holding the doorknob paused, then opened the door hard and got into the car.

"Please, don't mess with me, this kind of lonely plot ......" Sitting on the main driver, Lin Jia took a deep breath, swept his eyes over the things in the carriage, and said with a smile: "I still saw the old guy kindly." ”

Linga secretly looked in Whist's direction, twisted the car keys, and the roar of the engine was heard instantly.

"Let's go, face a new life in New York," Linga whispered, and then a very familiar, familiar voice came to his ears: "Your Excellency, Otis salutes you. ”