"Chicago has the best baptist beef, Casilios. You see that beef is seared and then simmered over a low heat, and there's a delicious pan-fried cannoli. I'd like to add another one."
Bell peppers and hot dogs, believe me, these are delicious." Salo leaned on the street lamp pole, watching with a sad face the white steam rising from the dining car in the distance and gradually dissipating into the night under the light of the lights.
.He couldn't help but said to Casilios beside him, "I think it won't delay our work if we enjoy a delicious meal."
"No." Casilios glanced at the dining car and turned back helplessly, "You have already had your dinner. Besides, gluttony is not in line with our principles."
"There has never been such a commandment," Salomon said, dissatisfied as he crushed the can under his feet. The sound of metal squeezing and twisting caused one or two passers-by to turn around. He said, "His Holiness teaches us to control our desires. This does not mean that we should control our desires."
It doesn’t mean we can’t eat delicious food. I think I can drink some beer, but if there is a bottle of iced Coke as an option, I will choose Coke.”
"You can indeed drink beer," Casilios said, "but not now. Now you need to keep an eye on the bar across the street. Can you count how many people are in?"
"Do you think I'm a computer?" Salomon kicked the can at his feet in boredom, "Who knows whether it's a human or a vampire who went in. Damn SHIELD, they gave me this address because someone was in the backstreet of the bar.
They found a body, the kind with two holes in the neck. Then they found blood stains with the same DNA in the bar toilet." He sneered twice and glanced at the street corner again, "But there are more than just people here.
The two of us."
"Hmm? It seems that the vampire's hunting ground is the bar toilet." Casilios stood in front of Salomon with some vigilance. He also followed Salomon's example and looked around, but found no trace of the suspicious person.
"Who are the uninvited guests?"
"The homeless man who threw away half a Camel cigarette, the black-haired middle-aged woman who had been reading a text message, the technical otaku who wore leather shoes with a red plaid shirt." Salomon turned his head and pointed at the suspicious people with his chin.
Character, "It seems we are very popular."
"Who are they? SHIELD?"
"Not sure." Salomon shook his head and rubbed the gems on the ring with his thumb. "They may also be blood slaves, because they are all wearing high-collared clothes and I can't see their necks clearly. You have to know that always
Preserving youth is such a temptation for humans, but unfortunately, they will never know that vampires are impossible to agree to them. It is time-consuming and labor-intensive to have a baby for the first time, and they will also lose a living blood bag. If they really
If they are blood slaves, they are probably helping their masters select prey."
Casilios followed Salomon's instructions and looked at those people carefully. He was not sure whether these people were blood slaves, because they were human beings, and even with the use of secret vision, he could not see any difference.
"Of course, it may be because we are very conspicuous." Salomon added, "We are all wearing robes. Maybe in their eyes, we are a group of mentally ill people. Look at my satchel, does it look like I am wearing one?
What does it look like like a gun?”
"Then did you bring it?"
"I brought a pistol and twenty rounds of bullets rolled in silver plating liquid."
"I don't even know where you made friends, but they can actually give you a gun. What are your plans?" Casilios took a deep breath. He really didn't expect that Salomon actually brought a pistol. But he was still patient.
Xingzi asked, "Do you want to continue to stay here?"
"Now, we have only one way - to go to the toilet of the bar." Salomon sighed, "I really don't want to do this."
"I'll go in, you wait outside." Casilios curled his lips, "Look at your face, no one will be suspicious of your age. Just wait outside."
"Don't be stupid, Cassilios." Salomon sighed again. He took a small step forward and stood up straight again. "We are not in the habit of disdainful of dirty work in this industry."
"What's our business?" Casilios' eyes widened in surprise. This was the first time he heard such a statement.
"That's right." Salomon pretended to touch his face deeply, and then whispered a spell. Then, his hair turned gray, his face became wrinkled, and a short and tough beard sprouted from his chin.
When he came out, his voice became much rougher, "We are... demon hunters!"
"Emmm, what?" Kaecilios frowned, "Maybe I should suggest that the Supreme Mage confiscate your game."
"No……"
"Why?"
"Because we are...witchers!"
"Okay, let's get to work." Casilios rolled his eyes, "Remember, you can't drink those strong drinks, do you understand?"
In a black car parked at the corner of the street, a man was holding a camera and took a sharp photo of Salomon and Casilios as they were crossing the street. After their figures disappeared at the door of the bar, the man put down the camera.
, made the call.
"Sir, the target has entered." He said, "What should we do next?"
"Wait." The person on the other end of the phone said, "If they find you, evacuate immediately. You know our discipline. If unfortunately you are captured..."
"I will kill myself immediately!"
"Very well. Remember, obedience will be rewarded, and your children will continue your work. Hail Hydra."