"Bang!"

The gun went off. But Hagrid, who rushed over, did not dodge or dodge.

His hideous face was mocking after seeing Zhao Qian take out a revolt-wheel gun, and in his opinion, this person was crazy.

Doesn't he know that this gun injury doesn't work for me?

Anger made him lose his mind and be arrogant.

So, when the bullet was about to hit him, instinct made him feel a chill. This is the acuity that every creature develops when faced with death. The last time was when he faced a witcher. That man's crossbow arrows, he still remembers vividly.

At this moment, it is too late to think about anything, and some only have a almost coercive and subconscious flash of the body.

The shot that would have hit him in the throat flew past his shoulder, into a piece of flesh on his shoulder.

The pain in his shoulder reminded him of the fact that the guy across from him was definitely not mortal, and he dodged with the next bullet.

The pain brought him to his senses, but it didn't affect his offense. Keeping a distance from a gunman who can deal damage is dangerous in itself. This fact is fully corroborated by countless dead people.

with their lives.

Moving on, but his steps were noticeably more cautious.

Zhao Qian held the gun in his hand, and he glanced at the blood clan who rushed over again with some disappointment. He had just aimed at the head of the guy in front of him, but because it was the first time he had fired, his somewhat excited hand matched the weak recoil of the left wheel and hit it crookedly.

This guy obviously doesn't have the temperament unique to Huang Jiguang just now.

"Bang!"

Another shot was fired slightly experimentally.

Sure enough, as soon as the gunshot rang out, Hagrid's heel slammed, tiptoed, and effortlessly dodged. 10 agility points, after all, it is not covered.

The figure is getting closer.

The pistol, which only had 3 bullets left, was inserted into Zhao Qian's waist, and the last 3 bullets in the gun were on his body. The reason why the person who gave the equipment didn't give him the bullets was also very simple, it was just a small misunderstanding of his identity.

A dagger was pulled out by him. A plain piece of white gear, its former owner was a short man with his legs trampled off. Now, Zhao Qian is its owner.

The dagger was clenched in his hand, and the Bloodclan was getting closer.

Stab.

The snow-white and sharp light shines in the candlelight. Zhao Qian counted his opponent's steps. The rhythm of the battle made his whole body tremble involuntarily and excited.

This is a symptom that almost many people have when they fight, but it does not affect people's performance. Rather, it is a manifestation of human instinctive belligerence.

Empty. The Bloodclan approached, and he shifted small broken steps with dodge movements.

The dagger swept past his waist, but it didn't hurt him.

The brow is furrowed.

The left hand almost subconsciously lifted up, blocking, resisting the claws that ordinary people may not have reacted to.

The non-human-like claw tore through its cuffs with lightning and flint, making three distinct wounds on its forearm. It's not explicit yet, but you can see the flesh.

But the right hand seemed to be under some kind of traction, and at that moment, the short retraction that ordinary people would have when they stabbed out was forcibly changed.

The dagger in his hand redirected towards the waist of his enemy.

Passive, counterattack!

Sure enough, Zhao Qian saw it in his eyes and had a clear understanding in his heart. If you're prepared, you'll have a much better chance of launching a counterattack.

"Peng!"

Before he could get happy, the tip of the knife had just touched the body of the blood clan in front of him.

The man flew out, smashed on a small wine table nearby, and stopped.

"That's all you can do."

He walked over step by step, sticking out his tongue and licking the blood from his fingertips. The blood on his waist testifies to its scars, and it also speaks of the price of his being a victor.

Hagrid looked at Zhao Qian, who fell to the ground and slowly tried to get up.

There was cruelty in his eyes.

Like a wild beast, he looked at the hard-earned prey on the ground, and he pounced on it and held him by the shoulder. Now, it's time to enjoy the fruits of victory. (Note, it's not a base...... ）

Fangs, open mouth. Down.

The bloodline was not greeted by the delicate and delicious neck of the imagination.

It's a hard and decisive headbutt.

Zhao Qian listened to the sound of bone transmission, and he seemed to hear the sound of broken teeth.

"Human, I'm going to kill you."

On the hideous face of the young man of the blood clan, nosebleeds and tears were mixed together. (If you have some experience, it's easy to shed tears if you hit your nose)

"Really?"

A gun was put against his downward bite. It was the revolver he had just stuck in his waist.

But he obviously pressed the man's shoulder. The difference between 12 and 7 is evident at this point.

Hagrid was a little frightened, as a strong hand pressed down on his body. No one has ever done this to a vampire, at least not anyone out there.

He struggled hard, but the guy lying on the ground in front of him didn't give him much of a chance.

Anti-customer-oriented.

"Any last words?"

Zhao Qian's voice was hoarse, he was injured. But now it seems to be worth it.

"You're not human!"

Hagrid exclaimed, how could a human be more powerful than him. Death made him somewhat panicked, and even though he had already died once, he was still afraid of it.

"Bang!"

A splash of scarlet and black blood sprayed on Zhao Qian's clothes and face, mixed with some unknown white and yellow thick substance. It's disgusting.

"Your gunshot deals 100 critical damage to Hagrid, and with Passive Equipment: Holy Death activated, you actually deal 110 damage to Hagrid."

"Hagrid's current health, -5"

"You killed the Untitled, Vince Hagrid."

"Milestone: Enemy of Darkness opens. You have killed 1/3 of a dark creature. You also need to kill 2 dark creatures to earn the title of Enemy of Darkness. ”

"You single-handedly killed the Blood Slave of the Bloodline, and you gain an additional 50 Travel Points. Travel points are equivalent to the base currency and can be spent in a variety of ways. ”

"You've got a summoning key (light blue)." (This key is dropped by Vince Hagrid, and you can use this key to summon loot chests of the corresponding tier to obtain Vince Hagrid's drop-related items.)

Pushing away the headless corpse that was pressing on him, Zhao Qian picked up the key from Hagrid's corpse that glowed with a light blue light in the somewhat dimly lit tavern. He grabbed the key in his hand, and the light disappeared as if it had never been produced.

Old Jack and the bartender stood there honestly, as if they hadn't noticed his movements. Didn't slip away, because they didn't dare. The young man in front of him definitely had bullets in his gun.

"Hey, you guys."

Zhao Qian called out to them and motioned for them to come over. He took out a Chinese cigarette from his pocket (it was gone, but I have now modified it from the front to have, so it's easy to pretend to be forced, hehe) and lit it for himself.

"Your Excellency."

At this moment, Old Jack came over very spinelessly, for fear that the guy in front of him would be angry and kill himself.

"Are there bullets? Left - a bullet of the wheel. ”

"Yes, my lord."

The scene fell silent for a while, because Zhao Qian suddenly stopped talking, and both sides fell silent.

The tattoo on his wrist suddenly came with a hint, which caught him off guard.

"Because you killed Vince Hagrid, you gained the hatred of his brother Doug Hagrid."

"You have accepted the relevant mandatory side quest: Hatred."

Side Quest: Hatred.

Difficulty: E-

Objective: Doug Hagrid will seek revenge on you in these days, so be careful.

Quest Hint: Doug Hagrid = Hagrid the Giant

Mission Suggestion: Brother Control knows no borders or races, and his purpose is only revenge. You can kill him, run away, or be killed by him.

Duration: None

"Old Jack?"

Zhao Qian looked at it word by word, and he slowly came back to his senses.

"Just call me Jack, sir."

Old Jack said honestly and fearfully, the real villain has been vividly embodied in him, whether it is in the face of the toughness of the trouser men or in the face of his own weakness. This is exactly what Zhao Qian wants. This guy is a smart guy.

"Then I'll talk a long story, what are some similar strange events in Paris lately?"