A steady rain fell in the dark sky, turning the music coming from the castle window into a tuneless whistling. In the distance, a few rows of shallow footprints appeared on the beach flattened by the waves.
It quickly extended towards the hills on the opposite side.
It is not easy to find people on an island. Gannan Island is a private island covered with hills. There are more than 20 hills alone. The Chinese martial arts have very little information about this island, so the emperor wearing an invisible battle suit
Pullan and others could only search in three ways, leaving Bolin to take charge. He was a bomb expert and sniper. After setting up the blockade, he could find a place with a wide view to be more effective.
Huang Pulan and Qiu Tong, the two major worshipers, are both Earth Realm warriors. It is estimated that it will take two hours to comprehensively search every building on the island. The stealth battle suits worn by the three of them have been improved compared to last time, with the addition of
With a stealth backpack and communication equipment that can carry weapons, everything that happens after everyone lands on the island will be transmitted back to the base in time, which is conducive to making various analyzes and speculations.
Qiu Bie was the fastest, with his copper cigarette pole clasped on his forearm, and his feet moving swiftly. His eyes had already locked onto a two-story old building on the hill in front of him. This old building had been eroded by the salty wind, wet rain and
It was dilapidated and stood abruptly on the hill, like a giant man with his back straightened. He would rather bend than bend. He was unobstructed and not even a guard could be seen.
Qiu Bie left a few feet and reached the side of the old building. He raised his head and glanced at the cracked wall covered with vines. He couldn't help but frown. This house seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time. I wonder if there are any.
The value of exploring? My thoughts turned and I slid to the door.
The rusty iron door was covered with red scabs, and a piece of it would fall off if you stretched out your hand to touch it. Qiu Bieji did not reach out to push the door directly, but raised his palm to press the iron door from two feet away, only to hear
There was a soft creak, and the iron door opened. Nothing unusual was found. The first floor was pitch black, as if no one had lived there a long time ago. He ducked in and quickly climbed up to the second floor, using the fastest speed possible.
After searching the whole building, just as he walked to the door and was about to leave, he suddenly saw a ray of light under his feet.
A ray of light in the darkness was particularly eye-catching. Qiu Biejie, who was wearing an invisibility cloak, immediately stopped and put his whole body on the ground with his palms down. He brought his eyes to the crack in the ground where the light was emitting and took a look. The look on his face
His expression suddenly changed.
This is a 300-square-meter basement, or it would be more appropriate to call it a slaughterhouse. There is only one old chandelier with a layer of brown oil on the bulb, and there are more than ten large black iron lamps placed around it.
The shelves are like fixed parallel bars. There are at least two people hanging upside down on each shelf, both men and women. At a rough count, there are about twenty people. Everyone has their hands tied behind their backs and they are naked and unobstructed. These
People have one thing in common: they have a metal basin placed under their heads.
Tick-tock-this is not the sound of water drops, but the sound of bright red blood falling into the metal basin. The men and women who were hung upside down on the iron frame had a hole pierced in their shoulder blades, and there was a thumb-thick knife stuck in the wound.
The blood was dripping continuously from the opening of the hollow glass tube into the basin. The strange thing was that these people seemed to be anesthetized. They did not struggle at all when the blood was drained, and looked at the blood in the basin with a pair of dull eyes.
Qiu Bieli had never seen this weird thing of hanging a person on a shelf to draw blood before. He gritted his teeth and pointed a button on his cuff at the seam in the ground. There was a miniature video transmission device hidden in the button, which could transmit the video to the basement.
Everything inside is transmitted back to the Wuhun base, and the people waiting there will naturally give an accurate answer.
Sure enough, a deep male voice came from Qiu Bieli's headset: "Qiu Chongfeng, these people are blood slaves captured by the blood clan. They are not like the kind of blood slaves bought with money. After taking blood, these people will be directly
Killing, for vampires, their blood is more delicious, for example, it is like the difference between wild and domestic..."
Qiu Bieli gritted his steel teeth and lowered his voice and said, "What should we do now? Save these people or not?" As a warrior, I will never stand idly by when I witness such evil deeds that are worse than animals.
The male voice pondered for two seconds and said: "Qiu Zongzong, these people are hopeless. They have been fed a drug called 'anticoagulation'. As long as the wound is there, they will bleed. Even if there is no wound, they will bleed from the body."
There is bleeding from all the orifice-like organs. It is conservatively estimated that these people will not survive for three days, and even if you save them, you will not be able to restore their consciousness."
"Anti-blood coagulation? And this kind of medicine? Who are you?" Qiu Bieli seemed to realize that something was wrong. He remembered that he had never heard this strange male voice in the Wuhun base before.
After two seconds, Ren Bing's voice came from the headset: "Qiu Congfeng, I can understand your mood now. I only want to say four words. The overall situation is the most important thing. The person who just spoke to you is a comrade from the National Security Bureau.
He has been bitten by a vampire before, so he knows the vampire better than anyone else."
Qiu Bieli sighed and said in a low voice: "I understand, wait until those two wealthy foreigners are rescued before dealing with these bats that drink human blood." After saying that, he stood up on the ground with one palm, and suddenly heard
There was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the iron door. Someone was coming. He slid close to the wall and stared at the door. He saw two cylindrical lights, and then two burly men walked out of the door.
When they came in, they each carried a sterling silver wine flask in their hands.
The eyes of these two people were so bright red that it was impossible to distinguish the pupils from the whites of their eyes. From the aura they exuded when they entered, they knew that they were two high-level vampires. The moment they walked in, they started to raise their heads and sniff.
Qiu Bieli had already sidestepped out of the door the moment they entered. He briefly identified the direction and jumped towards another hill. Less than two seconds after he left, a square-faced Vampire man carrying a silver wine flask appeared.
He took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and whispered: "Attention, there are strangers coming to the island. Bring our werewolf friends to entertain these new friends. By the way, we will also release those little elves with wings..."
Two red lights flashed in the eyes of another vampire carrying a silver wine flask, and he said solemnly: "Are you sure you want to release those things? You must know that those are the treasures Mr. Lucifer uses to deal with the wings of the Blood God."
The square-faced Vampire nodded affirmatively and said, "What do you know? The human coming this time is probably more powerful than the Wings of the Blood God. I can smell the anger surging in his blood!" Although the Vampire's sense of smell is
It's not as good as a werewolf, but it's still more sensitive than ordinary canines. Qiu Bieri doesn't even know that his whereabouts have been exposed.