Inside the iron gate is a long corridor with insufficient fluorescent light, giving people the feeling of walking in a hospital at night, and at the end is the morgue.
At the end of the corridor, Russell turned a corner and was stopped again. The security guard, who was darker, bigger, and harder than before, stretched out his hand to block the way, and flashed the fluorescent stamp in his hand.
Russell thought for a moment and realized that he didn't seem to have any allergies. He raised his hand and asked the security guard to poke it on the back of his hand.
The grimace mark of the green-faced fangs is very conspicuous in the dark!
The door opened, loud music blasted in the ears, the lights were bright and dazzling, and the place was filled with writhing people.
Russell nodded with satisfaction, pulled out a Franklin and stuffed it into the security guard's vest, and strode in. The security guard had a weird look on his face, closed and locked the door, blocked the noisy music, took out the walkie-talkie and muttered a few words
sentence.
This is an underground bar. The difference from a regular bar is that it is more chaotic and exciting. There are no rules. What you cannot do in other bars can be done here.
Russell looked around. There were demons dancing wildly in the bar, giving him a sense of déjà vu as a Blade Runner. There were more than sixty people, but less than one tenth was a normal human being.
These fools who pursue excitement have no idea that they are surrounded by ghosts and monsters that have transformed into human beings. From time to time, they reach out and succeed, showing a mean smile, thinking that they will come again next time.
Only the devil knows if there will be a next time for them!
In the sofa seat next to the dance floor, a social elite in a straight suit transformed into a well-dressed beast, hugging a beautiful woman and gnawing wildly. Then he lowered his head, rolled up a white paper and sucked all the sugar in a row.
After he was done, the guy shook his head with a satisfied look on his face.
Russell shook his head slightly. People in big cities are really good at playing. He couldn't understand what they were doing at all.
At this time, two beautiful blondes in tight-fitting short skirts noticed that Russell was alone, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards him from left to right.
Russell naturally held the waists of the two of them, looked at the wildly twisting ghost figures in the middle of the dance floor, frowned and said: "It's too noisy here, is there a quieter place?"
The eyes of the two beauties were filled with joy, and they looked at each other and laughed. It was not a difficult multiple-choice question to decide whether to share a late-night snack between two people or ten people.
…
In the surveillance room, the screen showed Russell and two beauties walking into the bathroom. The man in gorgeous clothes sipped the red liquid in the red wine glass and asked the men on the side: "Are you sure he is a priest?"
Next to him, a man was tapping on his computer and extracting a separate copy from the file by comparing it with Russell's profile picture.
"Yes, the church has recently mobilized a lot of people from outside, and he is one of them, but..."
"But what?"
"The files show that he is just a non-staff member and has no combat capabilities."
"Is that an unlucky guy?"
"Yes!"
The man in gorgeous clothes smiled and drank the red wine in the glass. The red liquid slid down the corner of his mouth and down his neck: "It's too annoying, kill him..."
In the bathroom on the other side, the faucet was turned to the maximum, and the water splashed loudly. Russell stood in front of the mirror and looked left and right. He was very disgusted and washed the lipstick marks on his face with clean water.
The two beauties were missing, but there were two pools of green pus on the ground.
"In order to penetrate the enemy's interior, I will not hesitate to sacrifice myself to feed the devil. I hope I can gain something this time, otherwise I will suffer a big loss."
When Russell complained, the bathroom door was violently pushed open, and loud music entered.
Two men with guns pointed their guns at Russell. When they saw the pus on the ground, their expressions changed greatly and they shot immediately without even thinking.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
The clips were fired, and the two men looked shocked. The bullets fired were blocked by a curtain of water. The powerful momentum was like entering a quagmire. The penetrating tendency of the warhead slowed down little by little, creating ripples, and finally floated powerlessly in the water.
.
The two of them swallowed and realized that the information was wrong. They replaced their magazines and backed away from the door.
But it was easy to get in, but difficult to get out. The water curtain rolled back and sealed the bathroom door, allowing the two of them to punch, kick, and even shoot, unable to break the water curtain.
Russell folded his arms and looked at the two of them calmly. With a slight movement of his fingertips, water flowed out and turned into two water balls, covering their heads.
The water ball cut off the air, and the two people couldn't breathe through their mouths and noses. They fell to the ground and struggled fiercely. As time passed by, the two people's struggle gradually became weak, and finally there was no movement at all.
Russell turned on the faucet, removed the water balloon, stepped forward and looked down at the two corpses.
It's very interesting that the two corpses that should have died of suffocation are still alive.
With Sand Eagle God in hand, he shot the heart of the corpse on the left, turning it into pus, while the corpse on the right...
"How long do you want to keep pretending? Tell me, who are you?"
"嗄嗄——"
The fallen corpse suddenly rose up, opened its canine fangs, and bit Russell's calf.
Clang!
A light blade extended from the muzzle of Sand Eagle's gun and penetrated the man's chest, pinning him to the ground.
"Ahhhh——"
The screams rang out, but Russell ignored them and looked at the world tasks on his personal panel.
[Ding! The host triggers the world task]
[World Mission: The Origin of the Vampire Race! Find out the source of vampire blood and end it with your own hands]
[Mission failed, you will stay in this world forever and become food for vampires]
"vampire……"
Amid the screams, Russell muttered to himself that there are all kinds of movies about vampires, and he couldn't accurately analyze the scattered clues at hand, but as far as the chaotic bar outside was concerned, he was more inclined to the world of "Blade Runner".
"Remember that the vampires in Blade will turn into ashes if killed. Let's verify whether it is true or not and we will know..." At this point, Russell lowered his head and looked at the man at his feet, and his smile gradually became kind.
The man's body went cold, his screams suddenly stopped, and when he met Russell's smiling face, his facial features were replaced by fear.
A moment later, Russell pushed the door open and walked out of the bathroom. He shot the vampire through the heart. His tenacious vitality supported him to survive. Although he was not far from death, he could still live for about ten seconds. It was not until the bullet penetrated his head that he died completely.
The corpses are still there, which shows that this is not the world of Blade Warriors!
On the dance floor, the dinner was held, and the humans who were drunk to death on alcohol and white flour were devoured by the monsters without any resistance.
The scene was terrible, but they were busy, so Russell didn't want to be disturbed, so he tiptoed towards the safe passage for the staff.
Suddenly, the music in the bar stopped, and clusters of lights shone on Russell, making him the most dazzling and prominent kid in the room.
Each of the ghosts grinned ferociously, with a few vampires among them, surrounding Russell from all directions.
He turned his back to the wine cabinet, scratched his head wordlessly, blasted the surveillance cameras above his head with both guns, and then crossed his chest to form a cross: "I just came to Los Angeles, and I don't know the rules here. Should I go through the procedures first or start directly?"