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Power stone, please
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If you let yourself get depressed, you'd be making light of the people who trust and follow you. – Ogami Rei from the anime Code: Breaker
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The people who eat melons are very enthusiastic. They all persuaded John, what kind of grudges or grievances, as long as you open up, everything can be solved, don't always beat and kill, which hurts peace.
Even the brawny man who wanted to be disadvantageous to Downey came forward. He showed up and said, "What a big deal, isn't it just a little bit of a grudge. Look at me, I took Ireland with him in the first two months." The Gang is still fighting with the Northern Irish Gang. Last month, they joined forces with them and went to the Scottish Gang..."
The brawny man is very marketable. He understands that it is certainly not ordinary people who can be right with the mechanic. Seeing that the atmosphere was stiff, he stood up to make peace and gave the two sides a step down, and it all ended well. Maybe you can catch one side's line, and it will be developed.
The brawny man continued to persuade: "So, don't always fight and kill. They are all brothers. In the future, there will be opportunities for cooperation..." In his mind, he has begun to fantasize about the future of eating and drinking, and his tone of speech is extremely sincere.
boom!
John finally couldn't help it, he was shivering, and he shot the enthusiastic brother in the chest with a shot in full view, and his anger could not be suppressed.
He, the distinguished member of the Thompson family, was humiliated by a group of blood eaters!
The crowd was in turmoil. They were angry and shouted: "Who dares to run wild in the Irish gang?" But they just shouted and didn't dare to step forward.
Downey looked at the vampire in front of him with a smile. A vampire who came to dig someone and wanted to redeem the dignity of the family. He ran over in the daytime and said a few ruthless words before he left... Isn't it a joke?
"Let's go, who sent you? Your acting skills are too bad. If you change to me, I will at least grab this old guy and pretend." Downey's watch changed and assembled into a pistol. He didn't say a word. Come out, if John really didn't hesitate to arrest someone, he would immediately slaughter the vampire. He hesitated, but revealed that they had problems.
"Even if you are a purebred, you will be beaten or dragged into the sun, you will die."
He is threatening the thoroughbred, not to mention death. Any natural vampire is precious, kill one and one less.
John's face was pale, he realized his mistake, this guy didn't play cards according to the routine at all. He pretended to be calm and said coldly: "I'm just surprised that you are so on the road. It's not the same as the rumors." He was going to catch the old bartender.
A panic flashed in the eyes of the old bartender, but he still tried his best to perform, pretending to be eager to be taken away.
Downey stood there, indifferent, just watching the vampire catch people. In fact, the fire source in his mind had been jumping and shining brightly, and the phone watch on his body was already about to move, and he was in trouble at any time.
John's face was extremely ugly. He bit his head and grabbed the old bartender. He was about to leave. He couldn't afford to ride a tiger. He didn't care so much. He couldn't even survive the delay.
"How can you deal with your business after you leave, isn't your goal unachievable?" Downey turned the pistol in his hand and slowly said, "You don't want me to hand over the old bartender, you want me to continue fighting with the vampires. Don't stop dying. Otherwise, you don't have to be so troublesome. The old bartender is far away from me. You can control him and talk to me again."
John Thompson sweated profusely, and said angrily: "Are you scamming me? Do you really want to declare war with us?!"
Say that, but this guy in front of him will really kill him, he hasn't lived enough yet. He looked around to see where it was convenient to escape.
The old bartender has a bitter face. He is now in the hands of a vampire and has become an aggrieved hostage. According to the style of this old fritters, you won't put yourself in danger. He looked at Downey pitifully and shouted for Downey to save him, not to cheat him.
John had a fire in his heart, and he went up and broke the old bartender's head with a punch.
"Who is the guy behind you? If you say that, I will let you go. If you don't say that I will kill you. Anyway, you are just an abandoned son, otherwise you will not be sent to negotiate with me. If you neglect, you will I was beaten to death."
Downey turned the muzzle and pointed at John. The other vampires also drew their guns at Downey. The two sides confronted each other like this, not giving way to each other. Downey sarcastically said that he was so loyal to an abandoned son. As long as he told him who was behind the scenes, he would let him go immediately.
John's expression was uncertain, he was concerned about gains and losses in his heart, and finally gritted his teeth and said a name.
Dickon Frost, a hybrid.
"Thompson, a big family that has been passed down for thousands of years, is actually doing things for an acquired hybrid? Don't you feel ashamed?" Downey sneered. He satirized Thompson for losing the dignity of thoroughbreds in this generation. The nobleness was thrown to the ground, covered with dust, and it was not worth mentioning like garbage.
John gritted his teeth and stopped talking, but his subordinates were so angry that they almost couldn't help shooting.
Downey thoughtfully. It's not surprising that it was Dickon who instigated them. Dickon is a famous lunatic and careerist in the vampire world. He transformed into a vampire, but he quickly climbed to a high position, second only to the thirteen clans with the highest status. It is a myth and a bowl of vampires at the bottom. Rich inspiring chicken soup, rich in nutrients, can hold them to death.
But Dickon, an ambitionist, chose John Thompson, a young wimp, or treated John as an abandoned son, or he could not completely control the Thompson family ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and could only win a group of small characters. It may be a kind of mutual benefit, or a unilateral refuge by John and others.
The internal fighting of the vampire was more intense than he thought.
John couldn't bear the pressure, he wanted to take someone and hurried away. He was born in the Thompson family, but he was just a dispensable figure in the family. Now he began to suspect that Dickon deliberately threw him out as an abandoned son. He wanted to live but not die.
"Kill all the other ordinary humans, none of them can be spared!" John gritted his teeth, his face was lost, he wanted to kill and vent his anger, and at the same time to keep a secret.
The clever guys ran off as soon as they saw that something was wrong. The ordinary people who stayed didn't think it was too much to watch the excitement, but they also heard amazing things, such as "vampire" and other keywords.
Many people are at a loss. Their level of contact has not yet been able to understand the reality of the world. Many news has been tightly sealed by related institutions and organizations, and they are not exposed to ordinary people, so as not to cause panic.
But there is one sentence they understand, these guys are going to kill them.
"Where did the baby come from, so crazy! I didn't have you when I was in the underworld!" The group of people stopped doing it immediately, and they wanted to copy the guys one after another.
Most of the people who stayed have a black background, and few who can come here are clean. They usually roll up their sleeves and just do it, so they won't talk to you for a long time.
But now their scalp is numb, no matter how fierce they shout, they can't conceal that these weird guys can confront the mechanic. Can they really do it?
"Mechanic, please help us! We will repay you!"
The brawny man who was injured is not dead yet. He lay on the ground, clutching his wound and howling in pain, and asked Downey for help, hoping that Downey could help them