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"Successful! Let's do it too! Get in!"

With a loud roar, Downey controlled Arcie, who was smaller, to rush in first, killing several hagui who were still ignorant in an instant. Even though Arcee is the smallest in size, her strength is astonishing. In front of Arcee, ordinary people from the Hagui tribe are as fragile as lambs.

Dao Feng grinned ferociously, he rushed in with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, at an astonishing speed, far exceeding the speed of ordinary humans. The old bartender was at the back, looking around vigilantly, with unconcealable excitement and joy in his eyes.

All three have grudges against vampires, and all have grudges against Dickon, this is a good time for revenge!

"Damn it, what's going on?!"

"An enemy has come in, hurry up and copy the guy!"

The surviving Hagui clan and the vampires who were lucky enough not to be directly exposed to ultraviolet rays screamed in horror and looked for weapons one after another. Some were timid and afraid of death, so they just found a secluded corner and lay down and pretended to be dead.

Many people were a little dazed. They were drinking and dancing at first, but in an instant, countless ultraviolet rays suddenly appeared from various places in the club, causing many vampires to die immediately, inexplicably.

Some people have invaded, some strong enemies have invaded, and only those few strong enemies dare to do this kind of cruelty to Dickon's club.

A vampire was a little crazy. He sounded the alarm, took out the weapon and swept it indiscriminately. Many Hagui tribes were accidentally injured by him.

Arcee changed two machine guns and fired wildly like a war machine. Many trash fish were killed, turning this club into a slaughterhouse.

"Who the hell is it? Could it be that the daywalker is here, how could he find this place!"

"There is also a mechanic, these two evil stars have met together!"

The survivors behaved in such a disordered manner that they didn't even dare to think of resistance. The most elite vampire troops were all wiped out by the ultraviolet grenade just now, and the only survivors were a group of rotten fish and shrimp. A few took advantage of the chaos and hid secretly, and a few planned to find an exit to escape.

No one chose to surrender, and these two men of recent fame would never accept surrender from the vampire camp.

Daofeng went all the way, and there was no enemy standing in front of him, and the gun and knife were used superbly in the hands of this master. He grabbed a Hagui who was pretending to be dead, and showed his white teeth: "Meet you again, I haven't had time to thank you for leading me. Tell me, where is Dickon?"

The Hagui clan opened his eyes and almost fainted. Not long ago, Dao Feng chased him all the way, catching and releasing him every time, treating him as a plaything, which left him with a huge psychological shadow.

The blade slashed the Hagui clan's face severely, and let the blood flow. Blade threatened: "If you don't say it, I will kill you now and find it myself. If you say it, I will kill Dickon now and let you go."

The Hagui clan nodded repeatedly, shivering and crawled to the side of the refrigerator, and opened the door of the refrigerator after a short operation, revealing the secret passage hidden behind. He cried: "Dickon is inside, please let me go, I dare not be your enemy again!"

At this time, the old bartender opened fire and killed the Hagui.

"He said to let you go, but I never said that." The old bartender was very ruthless.

Dao Feng glanced at the old bartender unexpectedly, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and realized that the old bartender was somewhat similar to his old partner in some respects. He turned his head and was about to call Donny to go in with him and kill Dickon.

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

Donnie went around in circles, unceremoniously stuffing things that looked valuable into his pockets, and yelled as he put them back: "Why are you so poor, don't you know how to put some antique calligraphy and paintings here, why is your taste so low! "

Behind him, a few little Transformers were holding a bag they didn't know where to find, and some showed their power at the terrified Hagui clan, and violently pulled off all the watches and necklaces on their bodies,

Put it in your bag contentedly.

The old bartender couldn't stand it any longer, so he grabbed Donnie and was about to leave, while walking, he said, "I didn't find out until today, why are you so greedy for money? Are you crazy about poverty?" A good bottle of wine.

Donnie couldn't find anything valuable, and he was in a bad mood: "You've been eating and drinking from me for so long, and you think my money is all blown by the wind? I finally got a job killing vampires, and why don't you give me money?" I'm not allowed to make any money."

The old bartender and Blade were speechless at the same time. Killing vampires was a job, so it seemed right to say so.

After clearing out the last few enemies blocking the way, the three of them quickly descended the secret passage. They all had excellent hearing, and they could already hear the sound coming from below while walking up the stairs.

Donnie rushed to the front wearing a battle armor, resisted the oncoming bullets, and rushed directly into the crowd. Two silver daggers appeared in his backhand, which he forged with some silver bullets. , specifically for the present situation.

"This monster!"

This group of vampires are the elite followers of Dickon, and they are not afraid of death. Seeing that guns are useless, they simply throw their guns and fight Donny in close quarters. Although Downey had learned some fighting, he was still far behind this group of vampires who had experienced many battles, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

The blade grabbed the gap exposed by Donnie's behavior and fired several times. The silver bullets instantly burned the vampire into fly ash.

"Your melee combat ability is really bad!" Daofeng teased.

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

Clap!

He clapped his hands and looked at the three of Donny who were killing so much. His expression seemed to be watching a few slaves fighting desperately to please their master in the Colosseum.

"Dickon..."

Dao Feng stared at the big screen, gnashing his teeth, behind the sunglasses, there was a light of hatred.

Dickon was sitting on the helicopter, and he flew towards the altar that had been prepared in the suburbs as early as the first time. It was impossible for Downey and others to catch him. Holding his laptop, he almost laughed out loud when he saw Downey and the three of them like dogs chasing their tails in circles.

"You guys are stupid beyond my expectation. I just want to attract you here to prevent you from disrupting my plan. I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

As Dickon spoke, he picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. His disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes made him look more like a lunatic.

"What the hell did you do?" Downey frowned. Although he had watched the plot of Blade Runner, it didn't mean he could grasp all the dynamics through the movie. Dickon must have done something recently, not hesitate to use himself as bait to attract Downey and Blade.

Dickon laughed wildly and triumphantly.

"The altar is ready, and the twelve sacrifices needed are ready! If you want to stop me, come to me in the Golden Beach area in the south of Ocean City. You all come, I look forward to it. Don't think about it now Catch up with me immediately, there is an amazing person next to you who needs you to save. Kill me, or save someone, how do you choose?"

Amid bursts of crazy laughter, the screen went off, and Downey and the others lost a great opportunity to kill. Donnie sighed inwardly, taking advantage of this period of time, Dickon had already captured twelve noble vampires of different bloodlines, and with the blood of the Sunwalker, combined with the pile of ancient steles and altars, Dickon could make himself Become a blood god.

Downey looked around, and finally pulled out a bloody middle-aged man from the narrow winding corner. This person's condition was very bad, 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, give me a serum injection, if it doesn't work, kill me..."

The middle-aged uncle uttered these words with his last consciousness, and then passed out completely. The raging vampire virus caused his body temperature to rise rapidly, and he relied on a wave of perseverance to support Donny and the others.

"Tony Stark?! Why are you here?!"

Donnie turned pale with shock, he was really nervous. Tony's appearance at this time was terrible, completely different from the glamorous appearance that appeared in the media on weekdays, so he didn't recognize it immediately, and Downey didn't think in that direction at all!

But why is Tony Stark here? !