In the afternoon.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, it was getting dark.

A gloomy and oppressive cloud hung over the southernmost city of the United States of Adoria, which had been shrouded in clouds and rain all year round, and suddenly it began to rain as before.

Cracking sound!

The dripping raindrops soon fell from the sky, and the rain became bigger and bigger, and it didn't seem to diminish at all. Soon, shallow puddles had accumulated on the old and dilapidated asphalt road.

Pedestrians on the side of the road took out their rain gear as early as the first time it rained to cover the falling rain, and carefully avoided the muddy water splashed by passing vehicles.

After all, as long as people who have lived in this city, carrying an umbrella has become a part of their life, and in this city where it rains again for 25 days out of 30 days a month, rain gear can be said to have been completely integrated into their lives.

In the pouring rain.

Locke Street, Punk District.

Several black cars run over the potholed muddy streets and quietly turn off the side of the road into the neighborhood, which is known for its high crime rate in the city of Melhebher.

As soon as the vehicle turned into the punk area, in the darkness of the dilapidated houses, apartments, and shops on both sides, many inexplicable eyes stared at them, constantly looking at these uninvited guys, judging their origins.

It's not time for recreation now, and suddenly a team of unknown characters comes to this area, and these "scum" living in this area can't help but be vigilant.

After all, in this punk area, there are many gang members, criminals, drug dealers, thieves and addicts, and it can be said that there is no clean guy.

If you're not careful to be shot here, you'll have to go to the slaughterhouse outside the city or the trafficker's head if you want to see you again, if you can find it.

Thereupon.

When the convoy entered the community, countless jackals were staring at them with their own ideas.

The guy who committed the crime carefully judged the people who came from time to time, the thief group kept looking at the incoming vehicles, calculating their value, and the rogue warblers stood up and prepared to make some extra money and get off to a good start in advance.

In a shop around the corner of the street, Piddy the lizard, who was in charge of the front of the punk district, looked at the incoming cars with a greedy look in his eyes.

In his eyes, these vehicles that came in rashly were like walking banknotes, constantly exuding a charming scent of ink, and they were simply lambs delivered to the door.

He had already seen that these cars were all medium-to-high cars, and they couldn't be the type that the black dogs of the government police liked, and the license plate was not a local number, plus he inadvertently looked into the driver's seat from the window and saw the neatly dressed, fine-skinned and tender boys inside.

Piedi was already sure that this was another group of good babies who had come to "explore".

"Haha, what a perfect bunch of fat sheep! a little spare money, not a local yet, what a perfect target!" Piedi licked his lips, staring greedily at his target like a wild dog, remembering the last time he had encountered such a fat sheep.

After all, the girlfriend of the fat sheep who was robbed at that time was really energetic, and the taste was much more energetic than the bitches who were at least 100 people here.

For a while, wait until the vehicle is completely past his line of sight.

Piedi came to his senses, he quickly glanced at the younger brothers beside him, and after whispering a few words, in the heavy rain, the two thugs with yellow hair and nose rings around him ran in and drilled into the alley in the distance.

Dozens of thugs, who didn't look like good people, quickly emerged from their dilapidated houses, armed with tools and dotted behind the passing vehicles.

At the intersection of the punk district, Piedi also commanded his younger brother to quickly drive two rotten cars to block the intersection, and skillfully sprinkled triangular car blocking nails on the road, and then slowly followed the vehicles in front of him and surrounded them.

Wow!!!

In the muddy water, five cars eventually stopped in front of a shabby-looking house in the middle of the block that looked like it was some years old.

Sharp Tooth Mansion.

A bar with a strange name.

Michael looked through the car window at the name on the slightly shabby and mottled sign of the bar in front of him, his tall nose twitched slightly, and a familiar smell kept coming from the room in front of him.

"Found you, Kuka. ”

A scarlet light flashed in his eyes, and the pale skin on his face became colder and colder, not at all like a living thing.

Michael walked straight out of the car, ignoring the gang members who were watching them and eager to give it a try.

The driver on the side also hurriedly walked over, stretched out the dark umbrella and respectfully stretched it out to shield him from the falling rain.

"Your Excellency, what should you do with these guys in the back?" the strong driver, who was propping up his suit high, squinted his eyes, indifferently looked at the gang members who were slowly surrounding him, and made a gesture of cutting his throat.

"Let them follow, if they have the courage to come in. Michael glanced casually, gently straightened his clothes, and strode open the closed door of the bar in front of him and walked inside.

The gang gangsters who followed them outside the alley saw this group of serious "fat sheep" quickly entering the Jianya Mansion, but they all hesitated and did not dare to move forward.

After watching their original target enter the Fangs Mansion again, Piedi's face instantly became a little ugly, and even the group of junior brothers who followed him hesitated.

"Boss, they're in the Sharptooth Mansion, what are we going to do?" said a thin black thug in a pair of torn jeans, "or we retreat first, if they really have something to do with the guys at the Sharptooth Mansion, we really can't afford to mess with them." ”

From time to time, the black thugs looked at the Fangs Mansion with a look of fear and uneasiness.

"yes, sir, let's wait. If they do have something to do with the Sharptooth Mansion, we can't afford to provoke them. I don't want to wake up and not see the sun the next day. The other thug next to him echoed, constantly glaring at Piedi, afraid that his head would be hot and hit him directly.

You know, in this punk area, the Fangs Mansion can be said to be the most dangerous place, since it opened, no one who has ever beaten its idea has survived intact.

At the beginning, the most famous Yakus rioter in Melcherburn invaded the punk area on a large scale, and after subduing all the large and small gang organizations here, it was after provoking the Sharptooth Mansion, overnight, more than 30 middle and high-ranking people in the gang were all cut throats, drained of their blood, and hanged in the gang's conference room.

It is said that the scene at the scene was even more terrifying than the slaughterhouse, and no one who had seen it at that time did not shudder.

But even so, the city police department did not catch a murderer in the end, and this big case that caused a lot of trouble in the gang ended quietly, so that many people living in the city did not know that there was such a huge gang murder case in the city where they lived.

Since then, no one in the Fangs Mansion has dared to provoke it, because anyone who has ever tried its idea has ended up with the same fate as the Yakus Rioters, and they have died miserably. And every time, the police came back and quietly finished up, and there was not a single wave in the whole process.

Over time, the Fangs Mansion became a taboo in the punk district, and everyone who lived in the area would subconsciously avoid it and not touch or talk about anything related to them.

Because, anyone who has too much curiosity about it will basically disappear without a trace in a short time.

Bang! Bang!

Just as Piedi was about to lead his brothers away, suddenly, there was a fierce exchange of fire from the Sharptooth Mansion.

The sound of roars, shattering, and guns mingled and came out in the distance.

This group of villains and gangsters were shocked to realize that the group of guys they wanted to rob just now had actually come to attack the Sharptooth Mansion?

Are they crazy?

Michael is naturally not crazy, at this moment, he is leading the daywalkers of his bloodlines to constantly attack the vampire stronghold of this demon party.

Dozens of muscular daywalkers armed with large-caliber military equipment and weapons easily smashed the blood slaves rushing in front of them into a sieve, and then walked over and stomped on their heads.

Splashing blood and brains, the daywalkers followed behind their parent, Michael, and directly smashed the thick floor with a howitzer, and then jumped in stride.

In the midst of the firelight, the area near the Sharptooth Mansion began to shake slightly.

The gangsters in the punk district looked at the occasional fire in the crack in the door, and they didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran out like crazy.

Crazy, crazy, they're all crazy.

How dare these guys use such a thing in the city, do they really want to die?

In the United States of Adolia, there are two different concepts between an ordinary gang shooting and a terrorist incident that uses heavy firepower.

Yes, that's right. Anyone who dares to use heavy firepower in the city will be treated as a terrorist. It is important to remember that since the terrorist attack on the World Building eight years ago, there has been a high level of anti-terrorism throughout the United States of Adoria.

They are provoking the nerves of the entire Department of Homeland Counter-Terrorism!

Piedi didn't have any thoughts at the moment, he just wanted to get as far away from these madmen as possible, and anything that had anything to do with terrorists was not a good thing.

At that time, the black dogs will not have additional privileges just because they are black.

In the retreat, he subconsciously glanced back at the Fangs Mansion behind him, only to hear another grenade explosion, he snorted fiercely, these crazy people are waiting to be wanted by the whole world and are ready to stay in Kortwolf Prison for the rest of their lives!

In the dark basement, four beautifully decorated coffins with intricate patterns lay across the hall.

Michael, with his daywalkers, jumped straight down and jumped into the middle of the four coffins.

He stared at the coffin in front of him, a prismatic lens in the center of his eyebrows, a blood-colored glow.

"Kuka, shouldn't you come out to meet your old friend? ”