"So fast!"

William immediately understood what Yang Ge had been through, and instinctively made the same judgment as Yang Ge.

He threw his M500 revolver, drew two silver-bladed machetes, bent down, and paid full attention to the wind and grass around him.

In the next second, he heard a sudden sound of wind behind him, and turned around reflexively, splitting with two knives and sweeping with one knife.

In the darkness, a bright cross sword flashed away, and William's hands were in severe pain, and the two knives flew out of his hands.

"Bang", a big foot stepped on William's chest, and William's tall body flew upside down six or seven meters like a cannonball, smashing the windshield of a car.

With such a heavy force, it was directly abolished by ordinary people.

William, on the other hand, just let out a mouthful of bloody spit, got up and jumped off the hood like no one else.

He glanced at Yang Ge, who was drooping his head and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, "Bastard, you killed him?"

Simmons picked up Yang Ge like a chicken and shook it, "You said he? No, no, no, how could a noble blood clan kill his own son!"

This is even worse than killing Yango!

William trembled with anger, "Dog mongrel, how can you, how can you transform him?"

Simmons burst out laughing, clenching his throat and exclaiming, "'Oh, damn it, how can you kill him?', 'Oh my God, how can you convert him?' and 'What have you done?'...... More than a hundred years have passed, and you lowly witchers are still so self-righteous. ”

"Son of a bitch!" William couldn't contain his anger, pulled out his tactical dagger from his waist, and pounced on Simmons desperately like a rampaging bull.

Simmons didn't move, and watched with a playful face as William rushed in front of him, until William swung the dagger and smeared it at his throat, then leaned back slightly, the blade of the dagger almost an inch in front of his throat.

At the same time, he lifted his foot again and stomped William's chest.

"Click......

With a crisp bone roar, William flew upside down.

"Bang".

William slammed the window of the scrap car again.

"Poof......

William threw up his head and spewed out a large mouthful of blood mist.

Simmons took a deep breath, a look of intoxication appeared on his face again, he whistled, and whispered pleasantly, "Ah, what charming blood, today must be my lucky day!"

William struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, the position of his chest was in sharp pain, he knew that it should be a fracture of the chest cavity, he looked at Simmons who was slowly approaching, and despaired.

"I don't think so......

At this moment, a rough and low male voice suddenly sounded outside the bridge.

Hearing this familiar voice, William shouted in ecstasy, "Dad!!"

Simmons was so startled that he jumped more than ten meters like a flea.

"Bang".

A burly man covered in white light armor fell from the sky and slammed into the ground, smashing the high-strength concrete bridge deck into a circle of cobweb-like cracks.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures jumped up from both sides of the Bay Bridge, looking as if they had climbed up from under the bridge and along the piers.

More than a dozen flashlight beams were dropped, dangling twice on the bridge deck, focusing on William and Simmons.

"It's Arnold and William ......"

"Damn, this crumb seems to have transformed Arnold into ......"

"Connor, we'll give you this bitch of a bitch, shred him!"

"Damn, make two good guys like this, him!"

It was none other than Jongo and William's father, Connor Scott, and the team of witchers to which he belonged.

William looked at the back of old Connor like a mountain, and tears came out at once, "Dad, Arnold, Arnold, he ......"

Connor Sr. glanced back at him, "I know...... You and Arnold did a great job, and the next battle will be handed over to Dad!

When William saw his father's red eyes, he knew he didn't need to say anything.

Old Connor was nearly two meters tall, weighed at least two hundred pounds, and had shoulder-length black curly hair, which looked like an adult black bear from a distance.

He turned his head and looked at Simmons, slowly taking off a pair of leather gloves, "Dog mongrel, do you know that their last name is Scott, do you know that they are covered by me?"

He spoke, his tone neither impassioned nor low, as if he were questioning or talking to himself, and the strong and dangerous aura that made everyone present feel a palpitation of a spark falling into the powder magazine.

Simmons, who bore the brunt of the attack, clearly sensed the horror of old Connor, he lost the gentlemanly demeanor just now, and was so nervous that he almost broke out in a cold sweat...... If only he could sweat.

"Hug ...... Sorry, I didn't know they were your sons. ”

"I don't know?" Old Connor suddenly raised his eyelids, and his dangerous aura exploded, like a sleeping lion awakening, "You don't know......"

The voice intercepted, and the figure of old Connor disappeared in place, with a string of white afterimages, and rushed towards Simmons.

In an emergency, Simmons threw Jango and jumped on the spot, turning into a black figure and moving again and again.

With the help of the bright flashlight, William could clearly see that his father's speed could not keep up with the vampire, but he could always accurately seal the vampire's escape route, and the vampire did not dare to confront his father head-on, and every time he saw his father blocking the escape path, he did not hesitate to change direction.

"Is this the battle between a high-level witcher and a knight-level dark creature?"

Within seconds, two figures, one white and one black, chased from one side of the bridge to the other.

"Got you!"

Suddenly, all the afterimages vanished, and William saw his father grabbing Simmons' ankle in mid-air.

Simmons was shocked, and his shiny crosssword swept his backhand towards Connor's neck.

Connor Sr. also made a move to dodge William's dagger with Simmons, his head tilted back sharply, and the tip of the cross sword swept half an inch in front of his throat.

Dodging the sword, Connor Sr. raised his other hand and slammed it like a hammer into the knee of the leg he had grasped.

"Click".

More than ten meters away, William clearly heard the crisp sound of fractures.

And Simmons's knee bent out of a strange arc, and Bai Sensen's bones pierced the flesh and pants and protruded.

"Hiss......"

Simmons threw his head up in pain and screamed, and the ultra-low frequency sound wave shattered all the scrapped car glass within tens of meters around him.

Unmoved, Connor Sr. grabbed Simmons' dead leg and smashed it to the ground.

"Bang ......"

Simmons smashed the hood of a scrap car and knocked it down on the spot.

In the next second, Connor Sr. fell from the sky and stomped on Simmons' other intact thigh.

Blood splattered, Simmons screamed in pain again, and the thighs under Connor's feet were completely unboned, as flat as if he was stepping on not a thigh, but a piece of pigskin.

But that's not the end of it......

Connor Sr. jumped to the ground with a blank face, grabbed Simmons' thigh that he had just broken, and smashed it into another scrap car.

"Bang".

"Bang".

"Bang".

The muscles on William's face twitched with the muffled voice, even if he wanted to peel the skin and cramp this vampire, he had to admit that his father's methods were a little too cruel.

The high-level witchers around him also got goosebumps all over their bodies.

"I said, Johnson, are you going to persuade Connor Sr. to kill that vampire mongrel with one stab, stop torturing, I'm getting goosebumps. ”

"Don't you see Arnold like that? ”

"Come on, lone wolf, if it were your little princess who died, I promise you would be crueler than old Connor......"

“...... Also, if it were my little princess, I would definitely bring this vampire back and feed it to the dogs piece by piece!"

By the time Connor Sr. stopped, Simmons had become a mess that no one recognized as a plaything.

The most outrageous thing is that Simmons is not dead, his mouth is still one by one, as if he is saying something, and he seems to be longing for blood.

That said, Simmons gets the full humanoid punching bag experience.

Vampires, as long as the heart and skull are not pierced by silver bullets, it is difficult to kill, and the most important thing is that as long as there is enough human blood, no matter how serious the injury, it can recover little by little.

But Connor Sr. stopped, apparently not trying to let Simmons go.

He let go of Simmons' rotten leg, picked up a colt thrown by Jango from the ground with a gloomy face, opened the magazine and took a look, then walked to Jango who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, picked him up, and then returned to Simmons, stuffed Colt into Jango's hand, aimed it at Simmons's forehead, and pressed Jango's hand that pressed the trigger.

"Bang ......"

The gun went off, and Coltry loaded it with silver bullets.

"Whew......" Old Connor weakly let go of Yang Ge's hand, and gently stroked his cold cheeks with his calloused thick palm, stunned, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Woo ......"

He buried his face in Yang Ge's shoulder, his body trembling violently, this man as hard as steel, actually cried like a child.