In the hall on the first floor, there was a great chaos, and it turned out that Labadi's men and horses finally attacked the winery at the cost of three Persian warriors. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The roar of the infoak was particularly piercing in the hall, interspersed with the spitting of shotguns. The automatic weapons of the guards on the other side are equipped with silencers, which only sound like a rattle, but the power is not small, because at this time when it comes to melee combat, the frequency of the weapon is more important than the power, and the larger magazine has more suppression. Those AKs are changed from the civilian version, and they can be shot three times, but they can't be shot with a shuttle. In contrast, the rate of ammunition per unit of time was lower than that of François's men.

Du Yuan rushed up the stairs with Aya, and found that there were non-stop ricocheting bullets flying over, and it was not appropriate to rise for the time being, so he stopped and waited for the opportunity. The guards split into two groups, seven or eight of whom retreated to the dining room, hiding behind stone pillars and returning fire. More than a dozen people retreated to the bend on the second floor and attacked downward.

Unstoppable, Labadi arranged for a few strong men to shoot upwards in the foyer, and then led the rest of his men into the wide dining room, ready to take down the remnants of the enemy in one fell swoop. The stone pillar was hit with thousands of holes, and the stone chips were splashed, which was not much worse than the effect of shrapnel. The guards gradually lost their support, and discussed breaking through to the second floor to join the large army. Suddenly, three or four iron balls rolled against the ground, clanging and clanging. One of the guards looked at each other and shouted, "Grenade!" and the crowd threw themselves in all directions.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The restaurant, though wide, was not enough for the dense grenades. Except for the two guards who were hiding in the corner of a stone pillar, all the others were blasted into rag dolls. A few severed hands and feet slowly slid down against the wall, leaving shocking blood marks behind them. The two guards crossed with trembling legs, thanking God for his favor. Suddenly, the stone pillar behind him trembled, slowly accelerated and fell, pressing the two of them underneath, and suddenly became a meat patty.

This pillar was the one that the Chief Templar had severed with his lightsaber. Now he was bombarded with grenades four times in a row, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he lay down to rest, and took away the two guards of the last knight by the way.

The Persian warriors cheered and high-fived the great victory. Labadi was not arrogant, and with a wave of his palm, everyone turned around and rushed towards the staircase on the second floor.

Upstairs, François's face darkened when he heard the roar. Holding up the bullhorn and shouting, "Labadi, you have gone too far! you will pay for it!" The threat seemed to be useless, and the morale of the Persian warriors was high, and Labadi had already thrown his own horn in the courtyard. At this time, he yelled loudly, "You pee on a few grenades, I still have RPGs useless!" François saw clearly, the bazooka is so big, this group of people can't hide it, this is mostly bluffing. His men were so frightened that they cowered back one by one, for fear of being kissed directly by the heavy weapon.

Seeing that the situation was in crisis, François only looked for the butler's figure with his eyes. The butler was also interested, and rushed to the front through the crowd, holding the phone in his hand and shouting, "Sir, Alphonse has succeeded!"

An Iranian man in charge of pressing the formation also ran in from downstairs, also holding up his mobile phone, "Labadi! Our dock guild has been attacked by Alphonse and others! All three of your sons have died! And our sister-in-law Khatami, she also ......" Labadi's eyes were black, his throat was sweet, and he almost spurted blood, and his whole head turned purple, which was very scary.

When the other warriors heard the news, they also screamed like crazy, and were ready to kill and return to the city to take revenge! Labadi endured his grief and shouted to the people, "The despicable enemy is in front of you, Alphonse is just a dirt dog! We kill François, we take revenge!" The warriors roared in response, their weapons spewing out tongues of rage, and launched a final assault on the second floor.

On the contrary, the news gave great encouragement to the winery guards, who were demoralized and launched a counter-charge. The two groups of men and horses met together on the stairs, the bullets roared, the flesh flew everywhere, the magazines ran out and there was no time to change them, they picked each other up and smashed them with the butts of their guns! Some people pulled out knives, others used fists and teeth, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

In contrast, in hand-to-hand combat, the Persian warriors were more ferocious, and only Labadi and three of his men remained on standing. Labadi was covered in blood, and walked up the steps step by step, his red eyes staring straight at François, the butler wanted to run, but he didn't dare to run when he saw his master, and he really peed out.

The desperate fat man picked up the elephant hunting gun in his hand and pulled the trigger - Abbas turned sideways, and the bullet pierced the chest of the two Persian warriors in front and behind. This gun is extremely powerful, but the disadvantage is that it can only be loaded once at a time. The current scene, two-on-two.

The fat man threw away the spear in his hand. Slowly take off your cherished silver wig and throw it directly on the ground. Say to the butler, "Close the hallway curtains." Abbas laughed, "Why, don't you dare to face the fear of death? It's late!" François shook the fat on his chin and grunted, "Yes, it's late." I said you would regret it. The butler dragged a trail of urine and walked to the window and pulled the curtain up, and the hallway suddenly became dark.

Abbas didn't care, he pulled out a Persian scimitar from his waist and rubbed his fingers against the edge of the Damascus steel, "O cheetah teeth, I will let you be full of the blood of your enemies, for my warriors, for my sons, and for the beautiful Khatami......"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the scene in front of him, and the bald fat man's face became pale and very ugly, his cheekbones grew violently, and he actually protruded from his fat cheeks, and his feet floated in vain, slowly leaving the ground, floating in mid-air, and stretched out an arm forward, and the nails on that hand grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching a length of four or five centimeters in a few seconds.

François uttered a prayer in the difficult and obscure ancient Latin, "I command you in the name of the King of my blood, Thou art my shield, Thou art my blade, Thou art my blood servant whom I have established by the pact of blood, answer, in my heart." As soon as he finished reading these words, every drop of blood on the stairs of the corpses came to life, and they automatically gathered together and condensed into a dark red crystal blood ball, which trembled and drifted in the air, and attacked Labadi.

Labadi seemed to have been under a spell, he didn't move, his gray hair stood on end, and he watched the blood ball come to him, and suddenly the only remaining warrior behind him rushed up and pushed him away, and the blood ball hit the warrior's face, with a snort, like sulfuric acid, instantly corroded and spread, and in an instant, the flesh and blood of this strong man were eroded, leaving only a miserable white skeleton, which fell to the ground and scattered.

The butler was also stunned, and couldn't help but shout, "Monsieur François!" This voice seemed to remind the floating fat man, he turned his head sharply, grabbed it with his hand, and absorbed the butler from a few meters away in his palm, and pinched it hard, pinching it hard, and pinching it, pinch the trachea.

The faithful steward fell to the ground, his body stumbled, and tried to breathe, but in vain, and finally he kicked his legs and saw God.

François turned his head to face the frightened Labadi, stretched out his long tongue and licked the slender canine teeth that had grown out of nowhere, and said with a sinister grin, "As a Templar, I can't let anyone know about my other identity. Including you. Of course, I will not let you die easily, I will turn you into my slave, and let me drive you to live forever in humiliation. You'll be grateful, polishing my boots every day, because you're so honored to be the first Persian vampire in history. Quack Quack ......"

When Labadi heard the word "vampire," he was like a lightning strike, and he immediately came to his senses! He gave up the idea of revenge for the time being, and resolutely turned around and ran downstairs, with only one thought in his heart -- people do not fight with ghosts, go to the mosque to find the imam!

In the foyer, François caught up with Labadi and grabbed him by the back of the neck. The fierce Labadi was powerless to break free, and was twisted his head a little bit, looking at the fat face with high cheekbones, slowly approaching, attached to his neck, and slowly bitten down......

In a trance, the faces of his loved ones flashed before Labadi's eyes, including his three sons, the smiling Khatami, and the old subordinates who followed him in Marseille. These men awakened the courage in him, and Labardi roared angrily, and plunged the scimitar in his hand into François's abdomen, and the blade of the knife sank into the roots, straight through the back!

With the last of his strength, he staggered out of the gate and fell into the arms of a man. He raised his head weakly, looked at the face peculiar to the Oriental, seemed to be somewhat familiar, and said intermittently, "Hu, Dr. Hu, it's good that you're still alive." Please complete your commitment. I am by Allah's side to bless you......"

Red Sleeves was anxious as she heard gunshots and explosions in the winery, worrying about the safety of her teammates. After a long time, he decided to go to the rescue. Suddenly, I saw Du Yuan and Aya climbing out of the low wall with a stranger in their arms. Hurriedly drove the car over, Du Yuan opened the back compartment and stuffed the bearded brother who didn't know life and death into it. The two got into the car and waved their hands, "Take the path." Go to Paris!"

The car was speeding on the country road, and Red Sleeves couldn't help but ask, "Who is that person, what are we going to do with him?" Du Yuan explained briefly, "He knows Hu Shengyuan, and he seems to have a good relationship, so he desperately came to save Brother Hu." I don't think Brother Hu wants him to die. However, he was bitten by a vampire and doesn't know how long he can last. ”

Pei Hongsleeve couldn't help but cry out, "I'm a mother, vampire!" Aya was very curious, stared at her big eyes with tears, and asked softly, "Vampire, what the hell?"