Knock, knock, knock......

The arms swing in unison, and the tyrants' steps are very steady.

But Connors's mood was a little bad, these hateful big men looked like mass production, definitely the product of some secret organization or government agency.

What to do? What to do?

Now, if someone told him that he could get away by selling his ass, Dr. Connors wouldn't refuse.

It's a pity that the tyrants are still too simple to have that "thing"......

[Mood from Curtis Connors +899]

Knock, knock, knock.

Without thinking about the butt problem, the tyrants followed a specific route along the dense network of waterways beneath New York City for more than an hour before climbing out of a huge pipe entrance.

Squinting, Spider-Man Peter Parker followed the other party's trail carefully, leaving a considerable distance.

Soon, he followed the men and quietly emerged from a dilapidated underground waterway.

"Mountains and forests?"

Poking his head out, Peter Parker slowly scanned the surroundings, and as far as he could see, there were trees except trees.

A short distance along the footprints on the ground, a beautiful white pavilion appeared at the end of the sight.

It occupies a large area, and it looks like it is some years old, although there are not many black-clad guards at the door, but in some unseen corners of the mansion, Peter's spider sense has been warning him.

There is a dark whistle!

The tyrants were fast, and they carried Dr. Consner all the way, and the guards were already surprised, waving their hands to the aisle.

Bang.

As the door of the mansion closed, the five tyrants disappeared from Peter's sight with Dr. Connors in unison.

"Who are those?"

Climbing to the trunk of a large tree, it was only now that Peter began to think about it.

The bald guys in white trench coats were clearly abnormal, their size was too large, and each one had the strength of the lizardman Connors.

In addition, he didn't talk about martial arts, Consner was careless and didn't flash, and the five of them rushed up, surrounding Connors is a violent output, like a beaten chicken, poor and unable to resist at all.

"And they're a little too similar......"

Click! Click!

As he was thinking, a voice suddenly came from the right side of his body.

The hairs stood on end, and Peter was so startled that he rolled and jumped down, but the moment he turned in the air, his pupils shrank and he could see the object that made the sound.

A miniature camera with a horn is discreetly embedded in the surface of a large tree.

Peter wouldn't have been aware of it if it hadn't made a sound of its own, it was placed in too hidden places, and its surface was painted in camouflage.

Sou.

Peter's head and feet were in the air, and his raised right wrist hurriedly shot out spider silk, and his body was pulled back to the branch with a swoop, and he quickly looked at the mansion, and was relieved to find that the guards were not in a riot.

Fortunately, it was not discovered.

Click, click, the miniature camera was still running, it was aimed in the direction of the foreign pavilion to shoot, and a cold and hard male voice suddenly came from inside.

"Rebirth: The Great Age of Waves"

"Spider-Man."

Peter: "......"

"If you don't want to be discovered by the guards of the Western-style Pavilion, follow my instructions to this place......

"Wait, who are you?" Unable to help himself, Peter asked.

"You don't need to answer, just shake your head or nod your head, and we'll be ...... where we can see you."

The owner of the voice spoke hard, and Peter Parker's brow furrowed.

He didn't know who the man who spoke was, but he had absolute confidence in his own strength.

After a moment's hesitation, Peter reached out and pulled the tiny camera out of the tree as instructed by the man opposite.

Then, according to the prompts, jump off the tree trunk and turn left and right in the forest, all the way around in a circle, and finally come to the designated clearing.

"I'm coming."

Stepping on the leaves, Peter Parker swept around, found no characters, and hurriedly shouted around.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

No one answered, and there was silence all around, except for the rustle of the wind blowing through the fallen leaves.

Swish!

A figure suddenly leapt from above, and the sharp blade of the sword pulled out a chilling light, straight to Peter's shoulder.

He flipped back, and the moment Peter raised his hand, there were a few crackles of spider silk shooting in the face.

The man's vision was blocked and he had to stop the offensive and deal with the problem of the spider silk on his face first, which was seized by Peter, he pressed down and kicked the ground violently, but suddenly felt that his ankle was grabbed by a pair of powerful hands......

The next second.

His chrysanthemum was pinned down by a thick silver pistol.

"Don't move!"

A man grabbed him by the foot with one hand and a gun in the other and crawled out of the ground under Peter's feet, he had just been hiding underground, and at the moment of Peter's attack, he seized the opportunity and took him down in one fell swoop.

Even the timing was too good, maybe it was the angle between the two, and the place where the gun was held up was some... It's not very tasteful, and it has a little more flavor.

Maintaining a posture of bending over and pouting his ass motionless, Peter secretly complained in his heart, anyone who was pointed at a gun would not be in a good mood, let alone there?

"Hey guys, I came here according to your instructions, you don't have to do this to me!"

Raising his hands carefully, Peter tried to ease the atmosphere of the scene, that is, whether this posture can be changed, there is no other meaning, for fear of being seen by fans!

"Maybe we had dinner together at a restaurant, anyway... Uh, I'm not your enemy. ”

The words seemed to work, and the owner of the gun slowly pushed forward.

Peter's face turned green and he quickly shut his mouth.

He scolded in his heart, Shet, can we not be so naughty?!

Unable to hear his inner voice, he irritably pulled off the spider silk on his face, and the man with the sword said with an unhappy face.

"You're the Spider-Man who doesn't do anything all day and spits silk all over the city?"

He has long black hair, is Asian, has a handsome face, and has a reassuring temperament.

The black sword seemed to have been specially handled, and with a twist of the hilt, the blade shrank backwards and disappeared.

"Cool~ Dude, your sword is really interesting.

But I still have to say that I don't do my job every day, and I can be happy all day long when I cross the street with my grandmother!

And that's not called spinning, it's shooting, shooting with your wrist, you know? ”

After a compliment, Peter hastened to justify his actions, and with his raised arm shot forward, he asked his own question.

"Now, can you tell me who you really are?"

"My name is Reeve and I'm a vampire hunter from the East.

I came to New York this time to find a ghost clan for revenge......"

The sword-wielding man, named Reeve, introduced himself as he pointed to the gun-wielding man underneath Peter.

"That's my buddy, he's quite famous in our circle.

I'm sure you've heard of his domineering name, Daywalker! ”

[Mood from Peter Parker +773]

“......”

Touching his nose a little awkwardly, Peter took a closer look at the black guy below him.

He looked left and right, up and down, carefully swept from head to toe, and, uh... Well, a man with such a characteristic marksmanship, please forgive him, see you for the first time in your life!

With cool short black hair, a pair of pitch-black sunglasses, and a black fur coat, seeing Spider-Man looking at him embarrassedly, the Daywalker lay on the ground and raised his eyebrows, shook off the dirt on his head and said calmly.

"My name is Eric Brooks, you can call me the Daywalker or Blade, and I'm a vampire hunter like Reeve."

"So... You're the man I talked to before. ”

As soon as Peter heard his voice, he immediately recognized it, and when he saw that the other man nodded in acknowledgement, Peter said.

"Man, do we have to insist on this pose?

And that pistol, I suggest you wash it carefully afterwards, I'm afraid it will leave a trace of smell......"

[Mood from Eric Brooks +758]

“......”

His already dark face darkened a little more, and the Daywalker stepped forward and silently withdrew his gun.

Although he was speechless, from the corners of his slightly trembling mouth, it could also be seen that his heart was probably not calm at this time.

Fack, my love gun... It's not clean!

"Thank you, what I want to ask is, what is the matter with you two calling me over?

Forgive me for my lack of words, I would say that we don't seem to know each other very well, so we'd better be honest with each other! ”

Spreading his hands, Peter quickly changed his position and asked their purpose.

If it weren't for these two people suddenly stopping him, I'm afraid he would have found a way to sneak into the mansion.

The two vampire hunters glanced at each other, and it was up to Reeve to tell the truth: "Onimai Tsuji is not miserable. ”

“......”

After waiting for a while, Peter saw that he did not continue, and asked.

“...... Who's that? It sounds like a name from the East. ”

"Yes, but he's been alive on this earth for thousands of years!"

[Mood from Peter Parker +783]

"Wait, you say thousands?"

With a look of astonishment, Peter's hands gestured back and forth in the air.

"Uh... Are you talking about an old guy?

It's the kind of ...... with wrinkled faces, crutches, and especially white hair."

"No, on the contrary, his energy is more vigorous than that of a buffalo."

Hearing Reeve's explanation, Peter still had something unclear about, and he asked.

"Well, you're looking for an old guy who's lived for thousands of years, but what does that have to do with me?"

This is indeed a problem, and Peter's purpose is clear, which is to infiltrate the mansion to investigate this secret organization, and by the way, find an opportunity to rescue Dr. Connors.

He deserves to be punished by the law, not to be captured like this by some organization that doesn't seem very decent.

After all, those 5 bald guys who weighed a ton left a deep impression on him.

"It stands to reason that it really has nothing to do with you, but if you want to enter the Western-style mansion, you will definitely face a terrible character, Onimai Tsuji."

"You mean that the guy called Wu Miserable lives here?"

After listening to Reeve's explanation, Peter Parker understood a little.

"I'm sorry, I'm not questioning, I just want to ask, is that guy called Wu Miao very strong?"

The question was also left to Reeve, who spoke to Peter seriously as a vampire hunter recognized by the Daywalkers.

"As I said before, he has lived the years before, and in those years, countless humans have died at his hands.

As the ancestor of ghosts, he must constantly eat human flesh to survive, and eating human flesh will further enhance his strength.

In a way, it's the same as those disgusting vampires! ”

"So... Why did you come to him?

I mean... After all, he is a Dongying person, and you are a Dongguo person, if there is no relationship between the two of you, I'm afraid ......"

Peter's question goes straight to the core.

Although the words were not finished, Reeve understood what Peter meant.

Seeing that Reeve's expression suddenly became sad, the Daywalker who got up from the ground slapped the dirt on his body and snorted coldly, and gave Peter the answer.

"Reeve once had a sister, Helen, who had been brutally murdered a few years ago.

The reason why he came to New York was to seek revenge on the other party! ”

Well, this is very important, and it is precisely because of such similar experiences that Daywalkers are able to identify with Reeve in a very short period of time.

The other party has the same vampire physique as him, and even his relatives have been poisoned by vampires, and more similarly, they did not choose to give up on themselves or complain, but took up swords and guns and swore revenge on those hateful vampires.

Although the other party repeatedly emphasized that Onimai Tsuji was different from those vampires, in the eyes of the Daywalker, they were all the same.

It's disgusting that the surface is shiny and shiny, but inside is a soul that has long been rotten!

Peter Parker didn't fully believe them, but he still revealed some of his own situation.

For example, the lizard monster on the Brooklyn Bridge, the five bald guys over 3 meters tall in the sewers, and why he himself appeared in this place.

Listening to Peter's account, Reeve smiled and said.

"Onimai Tsuji has a habit of not coming out of the house during the day because he is afraid of the sun's rays.

But once the night came, he was like a stealing cat, and couldn't help but go outside to forage for food.

Therefore, we don't need to face him at all, as long as we wait until night and grasp the opportunity for him to leave, we can easily enter the mansion! ”

This seems a little strange, he obviously came to take revenge because his sister was killed, but at this moment he was extraordinarily calm.

"Don't look at me like that, although I want to rush in and kill him now, I only have one life, and I must be fully prepared!"

[Mood from Peter Parker +796]

[Mood from Eric Brooks +799]

For the rest of the day, the three of them didn't say anything more.

They rested against the trees, and during this time they randomly replenished some food, waiting for the night to fall.

Sure enough, as soon as the night came, Ghost Dance Tsuji quickly walked out of the Western-style pavilion, and he couldn't wait to get into a high-end car parked at the door, and was driven towards the city by the driver.

The opportunity to wait finally came, and the three of them were shocked, and after the car disappeared into the night, the three of them quickly ran and rushed in the direction of the Western-style pavilion.

First of all, Peter.

Using black cover, he launched spider silk to sneak in from above the mansion, and then quickly took out several dark sentinels.

Second, there was the vampire hunter Reeve, who spun his sword on the hilt and a long sword stretched out.

With the staggered bodies of the Daywalkers, the guards knocked them all to the ground before they could see their faces.

Crunch~

The heavy door is pulled open from the inside, and Spider-Man Peter beckons to them.

"Come in, guys, there's no one in here!"

He walked around the mansion in a very short time, and there was no one at all except for those few secret sentinels.

Considering that it was impossible for the five big bald heads to disappear, there was a flash of lightning in his head, and Peter came to his senses.

"Let's look for it here, there should be a secret passage!"

As soon as this sound fell, the three of them immediately divided into three directions and explored in the foreign pavilion.

In less than 5 minutes, the Daywalker stopped near a wall with a sense of smell beyond the ordinary.

There are several oil paintings hanging on the walls, from the hands of the masters, and the Daywalker has no intention of appreciating them at all, and reaches out to move them.

With a click, it went smoothly, and the first oil painting triggered the mechanism, and as the wall shook, a portal to the bottom appeared in front of everyone.

There was nothing to fear, a few people looked at it slightly, and immediately walked in.

The air is not humid, but rather dry.

Everyone walked along the secret passage, and soon heard some crackling sounds ahead.

The voice was both familiar and strange, and they walked lightly, against the wall, and walked cautiously forward.

Soon, they crept around a corner, and the three of them crept to each other silently, and poked their heads out in unison.

The next moment, three pairs of eyes widened.

Peter: "......"

Daywalker: "......"

Reeve: "......"

[Mood from Peter Parker +866]

[Mood from Eric Brooks +866]

Miserable, really miserable!

Connors remained in his transformative lizard form, with a black gold iron ring cuffed around his neck, a thick chain tied to it and held by a large hand behind him.

Luckily, they found Dr. Connors, and unfortunately, four of the five skinheads were missing, but the one left behind was clearly different.

He swung his whip like a dog, snapping at Connors.

"Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ......"

Just listening to Connors's voice, you don't know if he's enjoying or suffering, maybe... Both?

The bald guy was expressionless, constantly waving the leather whip, he was very skillful, 360 degrees without dead ends, and came to Connors in all directions.

Lying on the ground, with his ass cocked, Connors was howling "oh oh", his sense of smell was unusually sensitive, and the moment the three of them probed in this direction, they met their gaze at a glance.

“......”

Connors opened his mouth and stiffened.

Syllable.

His tail fell limply to the ground.

[Mood from Curtis Connors +999]

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Chapter ninety-eight, ah, this is, two chapters combined.