Quickly walking in the dark, Zhang Feng face tense, thin lips tightly pursed, the heart is incomparably heavy, the last undercover police, Zhang Feng does not want to kill, but he must kill, this is their own principles, no matter how they are, their own principles they must comply with, because Zhang Feng himself, their own top down the principle, is correct, is the most sensible, so whenever they are Emotional, whenever one is swayed by the emotions in one's heart, then one abandons the emotions and acts on one's own principles.
Zhang Feng would always remember what his mentor, that ice-cold middle-aged man, had said to him as his first words back then when he first entered the assassin organization.
"We killers, is the tool, the coldest tool, this point you have to remember!!!" , at that time that his own mentor, that cold middle-aged man stared at himself tightly, said seriously towards himself, "You always have to remember, when you have emotions, you have to tell yourself in your heart, what is right, you have to remind yourself in your heart, you are just an ice-cold tool, those who are in your way, no matter who it is, you have to kill... ."
Since then, such a code of conduct has been set by Zhang Feng, especially remember when he first killed someone, looking at the other side of the harmonious and happy family, looking at the other side of the wife and children and other people laughing, how his gun could not go down, but he had to go down, and in the end, gently a bullet, he destroyed this originally happy family, and then drifted away, disappeared into the night , leaving only the mournful cries behind them and their own - a single tear.
And then, a cold-blooded killer, a cold tool, a reaper of life wandering in the darkness, became synonymous with Zhang Feng ...
In the end, Zhang Feng's mentor died, that cold middle-aged man, in the execution of the mission, met his son, killers carry out the mission, was recognized by their own familiar people, that should be silenced, regardless of the identity of the other party, this is the killer guidelines the first, regardless of the killer has done a good job, because those who do not do a good job, have died.
Looking at his son's shocked eyes, looking at his own son, Zhang Feng's mentor face calmly raised his gun, but the slightly trembling hand but any can not shoot out bullets, so, Zhang Feng's mentor died ...
Back to the hospital, Zhang Feng walked straight towards the blood bank upstairs, seemingly calm face, but no one could find the waves in Zhang Feng's heart.
"Eh? Zhang Feng?" Seeing Zhang Feng who walked in, suddenly a nurse's eyes lit up and trotted to his front, saying, "Just now when Light Smoke came back, she said that if she saw you coming back, she would ask you to go to her ward it ...."
With a slight beat in his footsteps, Zhang Feng gently nodded his head before walking towards the elevator, leaving the people behind with a thin back.
"So handsome ...," feeling Zhang Feng s silky cold breath, the nurse behind her murmured with a slight color in her eyes.
"You little ninny, mesmerized by others?" , just at this time, behind this nurse, a crisp female voice said with a delicate smile.
"Ya ...", his own thing was found out, this nurse's face was red, turned her head, looked at it was her closest bosom friend, couldn't help but let out a secret sigh of relief and said, "Which is the case? You ... you heard wrong ...".
"Oh, still say no?" The girl behind this, is also a nurse, only to see this nurse first flirted a bit before looking at her close friend slightly sighing: "Little ninja you don't want to think about it, such a temperamentally gifted boy, it should be a master of his name, right? Can't you see that this evening Light Smoke Pipe and others stole out to have a rendezvous together?" .
Zhang Feng in the elevator, is not able to hear the flirting behind him, otherwise I believe it will be very depressed.
Looking at the mirror inside the nodding head, looking at the clean face inside, with a hint of uninviting breath in his eyes, and a hint of inexplicable charm seemingly between his looks? What's going on here?
Feeling his slightly changed temperament, and looking at the extra charm between his looks, Zhang Feng was puzzled in his heart, could vampires still change a person's temperament? It seems that he has to ask Dulac for clarification.
After lifting his leg into the blood bank, Zhang Feng casually closed the door, and then picked up a bag of blood after tearing open towards the mouth poured over, tonight's killings, caused by their own heart of the unsettled, looking at those in front of their own eyes splattering of blood, Zhang Feng's heart a burst of palpitations, that is, the blood of the desire, those hot blood, so that a burst of Zhang Feng's mouth dry tongue.
"Eh? You went out hunting tonight?" , a familiar boy rang out from behind Zhang Feng's back, his voice filled with a burst of evil seductive power.
"No", Zhang Feng replied without turning his head back, after Duracell's literacy for so long, of course he knew the meaning of prey, what is the prey for a vampire? That is the omnipresent humans outside, "I didn t prey, I just killed, those people must be killed ...."
"Oh? You did it? Real savage guy ...", behind Durak's voice obviously carries a hint of dissatisfaction now, said, "Don't you know for our elegant blood race, hands are how much affect the image of things? In addition to that damned Church, we have a reason not to make a move on everyone, keep such a habit, is a blood race must learn don't you know?" .
"Eh?" , putting down the bag of blood in his hand that was drinking in general, Zhang Feng turned around with slight surprise and looked at Du Lac in astonishment, saying, "The Blood Race actually has such a habit?" .
"That's for sure", Durak seemed to look helplessly at the surprise in Zhang Feng's eyes and said, "First, killing with one's hands is something that affects the image for us nobles who hide in the darkness, second, killing innocently is also a sign of wasting food, third ...."
Speaking of this, Du Lac, gave a slight beat, and his face became grave, looking seriously at Zhang Feng, saying, "Thirdly, there are too many strange people in the world, and there are also many humans with strange abilities, so we try our best not to make a move if we can not make a move, because if we get injured once, it will be too big a loss for us, because the power of our blood race is our blood This you will naturally know later, the more noble the blood race, his blood is also the more precious ...".
Hearing Dulac's words, Zhang Feng could not help but nod his head, rightly so, the power of the Blood Clan was their own blood, and if they frequently took action, how long would it take for them to make up for the loss of blood?
"Well ...", the last mouthful of the blood bag in his hand finished, Zhang Feng sighed contentedly, his tongue swept out, hooking a trace of blood in the corner of his mouth, lazily stretching his waist, looking out the window at the east that had begun to flood with fish-belly whites, and said: "A long night has finally passed just like this, en, I should also go to sleep ...."
With that, Zhang Feng pulled open the door of the blood bank and walked towards his own place, a ward upstairs.
"Sleep?" , hearing Zhang Feng's words, Dulac looked at the east that was beginning to light up outside and said in disgust, "I hate the sunlight, sleep ah, how I miss my exquisite coffin in the past ...."
Unfortunately, Dulac knew it was just his own nostalgia, and the bat's body, squeezing toward the shelves of the blood bank, slowly fell asleep ...