"Got it! Let's do it too! Kill it! ”

Donnie roared, and the smaller Arcie rushed in first, killing several of the Ha Ghost Clan who were still in a daze. Even if Arcie is the smallest, her strength is amazing, and the group of ordinary people of the Ha Ghost Clan are as fragile as lambs in front of Arcie.

The blade grinned, a little hideous, and he rushed in with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, and the speed was amazing, far exceeding the speed of ordinary humans. The old bartender was at the back, looking around vigilantly, with excitement and pleasure in his eyes that could not be concealed.

All three have a grudge against the vampire, and they all have a grudge against Deacon, and this is a great time to take revenge!

"Damn, what the hell is going on?!"

"There's an enemy coming in, copy the guy!"

The remaining Ha ghost clan and the vampires who were lucky enough not to be directly irradiated by ultraviolet rays screamed in horror and looked for weapons one after another, and some were more timid and afraid of death, so they directly found a secluded corner to lie down and pretend to be dead.

Many people were a little confused, they were still drinking and dancing, but in an instant, countless ultraviolet rays suddenly appeared from various places in the club, causing many vampires to die for the first time, and died inexplicably.

Someone has invaded, a strong enemy has invaded, and only those strong enemies dare to do such a ruthless attack on Deacon's club.

A vampire was a little crazy, he rang the alarm, and the weapon was swept away, and many of the Ha Ghost Clan were accidentally injured by him.

Arcie changed two machine guns and fired wildly, like a war machine, killing many trash fish, turning the club into a slaughterhouse.

"Who the hell is it? Could it be that the Daywalker is coming, how could he find here! ”

"And the mechanic, these two evil stars have come together!"

The survivors behaved in such a disorder that they did not even dare to resist. The most elite vampire troops were all wiped out in the ultraviolet grenades just now, and all that survived was a swarm of stinky fish and rotten shrimp. A few took advantage of the chaos to sneak into hiding, and a few planned to find an exit to escape.

No one chooses to surrender, and these two guys who have made a name for themselves lately would never accept the surrender of the vampire camp.

The blade slashed all the way through, and there was no enemy in front of him, and one shot and one knife were used in the hands of this master. He dragged up a Ha ghost clan who was pretending to be dead, showing his big white teeth: "We met again, and I haven't had time to thank you for showing me the way." Tell me, where is Deacon? ”

When the Ha ghost clan opened his eyes, he almost fainted. Not long ago, Blade chased him all the way, and every time he caught him, he released him, treating him as a plaything, leaving him with a huge psychological shadow.

The blade slashed at the Ha Ghost Clan's face, allowing its blood to flow. Blade threatened, "If you don't say it, I'll kill you now and find it myself, you say, I'll kill Dickon right now and let you go." ”

The Ha Ghost Clan nodded again and again, crawled to the side of the refrigerator in a trembling manner, and opened the refrigerator door with one operation, revealing the hidden secret passage behind it. He cried out, "Deacon is inside, please spare me, I will never dare to be your enemy again!" ”

At this time, the old bartender opened fire and killed the Ha ghost clan.

"He said let you go, I didn't say that." The old bartender was very ruthless.

Blade glanced at the old bartender in surprise and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, realizing that the old bartender was somewhat similar to his old partner in some way. He turned his head and beckoned Donnie to go in with him and kill Deacon.

Downey ignored him and called twice, but still didn't respond.

Donnie went around in circles, unceremoniously put the things that looked valuable into his pocket, and shouted as he loaded them: "Why are you so poor, don't you know how to put some antiques and paintings here, why is your taste so low!" ”

Behind him, a few little Transformers had a bag they had found out of nowhere, and some of them flaunted their might at the frightened Ha Ghost Clan, pulling off all the watches and necklaces on their bodies rudely, and putting them into their bags contentedly.

The old bartender couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed Donnie and was about to leave, and said as he walked: "I didn't find out until today, why are you so greedy for money?" Poor crazy you? As he spoke, he unceremoniously took away a bottle of good wine.

Donnie couldn't find anything valuable, and was in a bad mood: "You have been eating and drinking me for so long, and you think my money is blowing in the wind?" I finally got a job killing vampires, and I wasn't allowed to earn some money. ”

The old bartender and Blade were speechless at the same time, killing vampires is work, so it seems right.

Clearing the last few enemies in their way, the trio made their way down the secret passage, all of them hearing people, and they could already hear the sound coming from below as they walked up the stairs.

Donnie rushed to the front in his armor, resisted the oncoming bullets, and rushed directly into the crowd, two silver daggers appeared in his backhand, which he had caused with some silver bullets, specially used for the current situation.

"This monster!"

This group of vampires is the elite who follow Deacon, and they are not afraid of death, and when they see that their guns are useless, they simply throw their guns and fight Downey in close combat. Although Donnie has learned some martial arts, he is still far behind this group of battle-hardened vampires, and he is a little embarrassed for a while.

The blade grabbed the gap between Donnie's gestures and fired several shots, the silver bullets causing the vampire to burn and turn into ashes.

"You're terrible at melee combat!" Blade teased.

The large screen in the basement suddenly lit up, and Deacon's face appeared on it.

Smack!

He clapped his hands and looked at the three Donnies who had killed them, as if he was looking at the Colosseum, where several slaves were fighting desperately to please their masters.

"Deacon ......"

Blade stared at the big screen, gritting his teeth, and behind the sunglasses, there was a light of hatred.

Deacon was sitting in a helicopter, and he flew towards the altar that had been prepared in the suburbs as soon as possible, and it was impossible for Donnie and the others to catch him. He held his laptop and watched the three Downnies look like dogs chasing their tails in circles, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

"You guys were stupid beyond my expectations, I was just trying to attract you here to prevent you from disrupting my plans, I didn't expect it to go so well."

Deacon said, taking a sip of a glass of wine, his stray hair and wrinkled clothes making him look more insane.

"What the hell did you do?" Downey frowned, although he had seen the plot of Blade Warrior, it didn't mean that he could grasp all the dynamics through the movie. Deacon must have done something recently, using himself as bait to lure Donnie and Blade over.

Deacon laughed, a little crazy, a little proud.

"The altar is ready, and the twelve sacrifices needed are ready! If you want to stop me, come to the Golden Beach District in the south of Ocean City to find me, you all have to come, I look forward to it. Don't try to catch up with me right now, there's an amazing figure next to you that you need to save. Kill me, or save someone, how do you choose? ”

In the midst of a burst of maniacal laughter, the screen goes off, and Donnie loses his chance to kill. Donnie sighed in his heart, Deacon had already captured twelve noble vampires of different bloodlines during this time, and with the blood of the Daywalker, combined with the pile of ancient stone tablets and altars, Deacon could make himself a blood god.

Donnie looked left and right, and finally pulled a bloodied middle-aged man out of the narrow, zigzag corner. The man was in a bad condition, his face was pale, and although the wound on his neck barely stopped bleeding, there was no doubt that the virus had spread.

"I'm Tony Stark, save me, inject me with serum, kill me if I can't do it......"

The middle-aged uncle uttered these words with his last consciousness, and then passed out completely. The ravaging vampire virus caused his body temperature to rise rapidly, and he relied on a perseverance to sustain Donnie until they arrived.

"Tony Stark?! How did you end up here?! ”

Donnie was shocked, he was really a little nervous. Tony's appearance at this time is terrible, which is completely different from the glamorous appearance that he usually appears in the media, so he didn't recognize it at the first time, and Donnie didn't think in that direction at all!

But why is Tony Stark here?!