Bang!

Without any warning, the church woman did not hesitate to shoot. The woman had an intoxicated expression on her face, her eyes rolled up, and she didn't care at all about the outcome of her attack, and her fingers hooked one after another. Then I heard a series of gunshots rang out one after another.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dracula only felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, and the nerves that had been dulled for centuries became sensitive at this moment, and the constant beating of his temples produced a feeling of facing death.

He didn't have time to judge in his mind, his body had already reacted. The feet quickly connected the dots, and the whole person instantly slid in front of Mr. Iron Block. The iron subconsciously raised his hand to smash it, and Dracula did not retreat but advanced and received an iron fist with his chest.

The powerful force immediately smashed Dracula's body out and slammed it into the opposite wall.

Dracula spat out a mouthful of blood, but instead a smile appeared on his face. He looked at a blood hole in his left arm, licked the corner of his mouth and said, "The power is good!" But the accuracy seems to be a little worse! ”

The special firearm that taught the woman was not small, and it could hit directly at Dracula's speed, which shows how fast the initial speed of the bullet was. However, this is also the quick opportunity he sees, if it weren't for the desperate injury to borrow under the attack of Mr. Iron Block. Teach the woman this extremely fast air gun, he can't run away with a single shot.

Hearing his sarcasm, the church woman smiled lightly, slowly put down the spear whose muzzle was already red, and said, "You are not simple, although I have tried my best to overestimate you, I didn't expect to ignore your wisdom!" ”

Dracula's rage swelled.

Ignoring my wisdom? Do you keep taking me for an idiot?

Mr. Iron ignored their conversation, jumped to his feet and paused heavily, and after the whole house roared, there was the sound of six crisp bullets falling to the ground.

Far away, Dracula's action was not to dodge the bullets, but to use Mr. Iron as his own shield. Fortunately, Mr. Iron Block's bandit name is worthy of his name, otherwise he would have been reduced by this time.

Church women apparently found this problem as well. He frowned slightly, looked at the firearm in his hand, and began to disassemble it again.

Mr. Iron Strode forward with a blank face. The whole person was slowly pressed away like an iron mountain.

Dracula did not rush up again, his body fluttered to the place where the Lady had fallen, and with a single hand, he picked her up, grabbed her neck with one hand, and no longer bothered to admire the snow-white swan neck, and bit it hard.

It can be regarded as the Lordess's bad luck, her arms were already unloaded by Drula, and she injured her foot when she was thrown out just now, so she simply didn't move, and just lay on the ground and watched these two monsters that were beyond common sense fight with frightened eyes. Fortunately, she still has some sense. Knowing that these two sides are not good people in the final analysis, he bites his lip and suppresses all the pain and fear in his throat. I hope that both of them can throw away all their worries and die until they lose both.

However, at this moment, she suddenly understood how ridiculous it was to pin her hopes on ethereal luck. The only thought before dying was not revenge. Rather, don't believe in luck anymore!

Smack!

The Lordess's body was haphazardly left on the floor, and Dracula's wounds healed quickly, and the apparent depression in her chest was restored. Fresh blood brought him back to his prime.

However, in the face of Mr. Iron Block, who was pressed by him in a straight line, he did not choose to rush forward again, but still moved quickly and erratically in the room as if he had just delayed time to suck blood.

But even so. As the obstacles are kicked into the corner by Mr. Iron, one by one, Dracula's disadvantage becomes apparent.

After all, the living room was an enclosed space, and even if Lord Rukla's living room was fifty or sixty square meters in size, it was still a disadvantageous terrain for Dracula. For him, this kind of speed is fast. For a warrior whose agility is higher than his attack power, fighting is the most advantageous way for him to fight. And from the current situation, the other party obviously specializes in him, a man who can transform into steel as a shield. Suppress him in a small space. A man who is good at using firearms and attacking with high-powered bullets from a distance is simply a dead end game specially designed for him.

Dracula is also annoyed now. I hate the other party for hurting myself, and I hate myself for being careless and entering the trap. However, everything is a foregone conclusion, and it is not easy to break this situation.

The easiest way to get out of the room was of course, but the other party had apparently studied the topography as well, and the windows they had penetrated when they entered were firmly occupied by the church woman, and the two passages connecting the other rooms were invariably behind Mr. Iron, and the only place he could move in the area was the thick brick walls. But for this, Dracula, who is not known for his strength, really has no choice.

Dracula saw that the church woman had unhurriedly loaded her guns again, and knew that it was too late to start the plan!

He froze, as if he had lost his mind in anger, and drew his sword again and rushed straight at Mr. Iron.

A smile appeared on Mr. Iron's calm face, and his interest in attacking was obviously greater than that of this kind of slowly approaching the game, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace, and rushed towards Dracula with open hands.

Neither side shouted, and the sound of heavy breathing showed another fierce exchange.

Dracula picked up speed, his hands clenched at the handle of his sword, and he rushed to Mr. Iron with both hands, and slammed his short body under his outstretched arms. And Mr. Iron didn't react because of his own momentum.

"Huh!"

Dracula roared and flew to his feet, kicking Mr. Iron in the back, kicking him farther and then lunging at the Church Woman faster.

For this woman, Dracula already hated it terribly. Not only was she insulting herself, but what annoyed him the most was her expression of Zhizhu in her chest and the contemptuous momentum in her bones.

Dracula rushed so fast that the woman was taught to turn faster.

At the moment when he flew up, the church woman had already turned around with a smile that was indeed so, holding a short and thick hand cannon in each hand, and shot without hesitation!

Bang! Bang!

After just two shots, the church woman turned back again. And Dracula, who had just repaired his body, had become a sieve.

The whole body lost its strength, and the countless holes in the body were spurting blood, and Dracula, who had been slammed on the ground, was still slid to the feet of the church woman by inertia.

Shotguns! Hit with two shots!

For church women, dealing with vampires is that simple! (To be continued......)