After midnight, the sound of metal rubbing against the ground sounded, and the manhole cover of the sewer was pushed open!
James' hand had been placed on the side holster of his body. He leaned back and slid down against the back of his chair. While hiding his figure, he patted Curson, who was sleepy, pointing to the figure emerging from the sewer not far away!
Curson lowered his body alertly and stared at the man who suddenly got out of the sewer. The whole body was wrapped in a worn windbreaker. With this appearance, Curson's hand was also pressed on the holster.
This guy who appeared in the street bowed his head and walked quickly to the lane between the buildings. Curson was excited. They were going to catch the criminal!
"Stop!" James pushed the door open without warning. A beam of light shot from James' left hand flashlight. The gun rack on his right hand was on his left wrist!
"Right there! Don't move!" James' shoulder was against the door, his whole body was out of the car, and he kept aiming at the stopped 'man'!
"Lance! What are you doing!" Detective Curson repressed his anger! What was James thinking! Now the other party was just a suspicious looking guy! Even if he was really a criminal, now they had no evidence to arrest him!
But Curson cooperated with his partner. He pushed the door open and quickly walked to James' other side to seal the other side's path out of the sewer. The gun had been drawn out. Follow James' flashlight aimed at the man who was still with his back to them.
"Lance!" Curson lowered his voice and looked angry and confused. Obviously, he didn't understand why his partner rushed out so early.
James ignored Curson's complaint. Catch the current situation? James didn't think that he and Curson have enough psychological endurance to witness a feeding scene of a bottom alien creature!
"Turn around! Let me see your face!" James kept his posture, trying to keep his voice calm. The son of General Lance was nervous. Why? Because James had already had a 'battle' with the aliens. One moment, he was a passer-by who asked for help and hitchhiked on the roadside. The next moment, he became a 'beast' who opened its mouth to you! The reason why this' beast 'didn't kill James was that it didn't like eating bones!
James would not place his hope on the strange creature he meets every time. He places his hope on the gun in his hand!
"Do what I say! Or I'll shoot!" James ordered the motionless man again, with threats.
"It's him! It's him! It's him!"
The sudden nervous sound came from the tramp!
The tramp's dirty face poked out of the dark alley with a look of excitement... I said, this was a guy with nerve problems! The tramp pointed at the guy in the windbreaker and shouted, "it's him! He's wearing the same windbreaker! Look! Those blood stains! Doug's blood!"
Although Curson didn't like the tramp with mental problems, and his words probably couldn't be used as evidence, Curson, who was reminded, saw the mottled black mark on the trench coat! This was the death certificate! Curson breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his partner had noticed this!
This was a beautiful misunderstanding.
"Do as he says!" Curson's tone hardened. "Stretch out your hand and turn around!" The two detectives exchanged eyes and approached the criminal at the same time, "I count to three! One, two, three..."
Red. Even in the dim light, James could still see the guy who suddenly turned around. The red light in his eyes drew two red lines in the night sky!
"What the hell..." before Curson finished his words in a moment of surprise, James' cry interrupted him!
"Don't look into his eyes!"
The flashlight beam held by James shook, and his brain became tense for a moment! Red eyes! The only thing he knew with red eyes was the vampire's enchanting pupil! He did not know whether the red was the same thing. He lowered his head and tightened his finger on the trigger!
The gunshot rang out in the street after midnight! James shot, the action driven by instinctive fear didn't work!
The putrid smell pounced on James! In the low sight of the General's son, a vague figure was rapidly approaching him!
The buzzing air explosion sounded, and the electromagnetic explosion suddenly came from detective Curson who didn't know what had happened! Curson's eyes rolled up in convulsions! His body was like a monkey with a bone pulled out. Curson was under attack, from behind!
"What are you doing! Aim at his knees!"
The roar from nowhere pulled James out of his fear!
Knees!
James' arm moved down quickly, his fingers moved, and bright red sparks burst from the muzzle of the gun! In James' sight, the man who rushed at him lost his balance in the sound of gunfire, and the bloodstained windbreaker hit James with the rotten smell!
"Get out of the way, man!" James' shoulder was pushed aside by someone! James, who did not react, saw only a pair of brown pointed leather boots in the process of rapid imbalance of his body!
The 'man' who fell to the ground wriggled on the ground, and his left leg was strangely dragged behind . His body was propped up under the windbreaker, and the hoarse shriek came out from the blood opening to the root of his ears!
Suddenly the stranger opened his brown leather coat, took out a square silver wine bottle from his waist, unscrewed the bottle mouth, and sprinkled it on the creature on the ground!
The steaming white fog immediately wrapped it, like the sound of red hot iron being thrown into cold water filling the silent streets!
The stranger turned and looked at James, who was stunned. The stiff outline and bolotie on the collar showed that he was an Indian, a native of the Union: "sorry, man! When you wake up, your head will hurt!"
The blue light from the electric shock gun in the stranger's hand flashed before James' eyes. James felt a stabbing pain on his shoulder, and then a spasm of his whole body! A moment later, James lost consciousness.
When James woke up, it was the next morning. He and Curson were sleeping in their car. James held back his head, which seemed to burst, and drew out his gun. The disappearing bullet proved that last night's event was not a dream!
A few moments later, Ryan's office phone rang at the Anderson house. Ryan smiled and saw off another guest who had come to make an appointment. Then he answered the phone.
"James!" Ryan's tone was joyful: "I haven't heard your voice for several days. Is everything going well?"
"No!" James on the phone seemed unhappy and was not interested in talking nonsense to Ryan: "we need to talk!"
"What's the matter, detective Lance? Is there any trouble?" Ryan looeds at the pushed offices, and Alice looked at the vampire with a melancholy face.
Ryan motioned Alice to go out first and pressed the phone: "now I don't have time. If you meet a guy who can't be solved, you can ask Anthony."
"Hum!" James on the other side of the phone snorted coldly, "don't bother the Mayor! I just morally remind you that there are hunters in Porto!"
Ryan listened to the hang up tone coming from the receiver, frowned and hung up the phone. Vampires had long thought that the guys who will come because of rumors will not only be aliens, but also hunters who kill aliens!