Chapter 29: Not good at fighting alone, but good at fighting in groups

In the abandoned hangar.

A delicate gadget that was exactly the same color as the ceiling lit up red, and then went out again.

There was a picture.

Locke raised his eyebrows as he looked at the real-time picture of the hangar on the tactical tablet.

It caught my eye.

Boom!

The Blade Warrior flew backwards again and slammed into the hangar wall.

There was no way.

After Locke left, with Deacon joining the battlefield, the Blade Warrior was completely one against two.

But Locke was not worried about Blade's life.

Because Deacon's script was about killing someone with a borrowed knife. If the knife was broken, how could he kill someone?

But...

If he didn't die, he would be disabled.

"Puff!"

Blade slammed heavily on the wall, and then spit out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth. After wiping it casually, he stood up again, looked at Deacon who joined the battlefield, and grinned.

"Dicken, it's not easy to find you."

"Heh."

Dicken, who looked feminine and didn't take Blade seriously at all, glanced at Blade and smiled contemptuously: "You killed so many of my people, didn't you just want to find me? Now I'm here, but you, it seems impossible."

Blade held the sword with both hands and made a sword flower.

"You won't know if it works until you try it."

"Master, let me do it."

Quinn, whose hands were almost burned to the bone, heard the words, glanced at Blade, and hurriedly said to Dicken: "Don't dirty your hands."

Dicken lowered his eyes and glanced at Quinn.

"Get out."

"Useless trash."

"...Yes."

Quinn met Dicken's eyes, her delicate body trembled, and she quickly lowered her head, hiding the look in her eyes, responded, and didn't dare to speak again.

Dicken then looked at Blade, and a cruel smile appeared on his feminine face.

"Come on."

"Clang!"

The smile on Blade's face faded, and he clenched his sword-holding hands suddenly, and then he charged towards Deacon.

Deacon looked at the charging Blade and smiled contemptuously.

"Locke."

"Yeah."

"Why don't you go in?"

Brown, who was standing next to Locke, looked at Blade, who was almost unilaterally beaten by Deacon on the tactical tablet screen, and twitched his mouth: "If we don't go in, he will be beaten to death."

If Blade was beaten to death, even if they went in and chopped the vampire leader, they would not be able to complete their predetermined goal.

Locke, who was concentrating on learning Deacon's fighting skills through the tablet, shook his head without raising his head: "Don't worry, he won't die."

Ordinary people have ordinary people's fighting methods.

Extraordinary creatures also have their own fighting skills.

Scenery like this kind of extraordinary creatures performing martial arts on the spot is rare.

The first rule of the Luo family: the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer.

The second rule of the Luo family: learn until old age, live until old age.

Before he traveled through time, his memory was very good, and after traveling through time, his memory was also enhanced to a certain extent.

It can't be said that he has a photographic memory, but it can be said that the effect is comparable to that after practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art.

As for Blade's safety.

Don't look at the picture where Blade is almost beaten to death by Deacon.

But...

Blade is a mixed-blood. Simply put, as long as Blade is not shot in the head on the spot, no matter how serious the injury is, he will not die.

At most, the more serious the injury, the more difficult it will be for Blade to suppress the vampire power in his body after recovery, and he will be one step closer to completely becoming a vampire.

But!

This has nothing to do with me.

Locke didn't care about it, but was doing three things at the same time, watching Deacon's fighting skills on the screen, learning quickly in his mind, and at the same time with a playful expression.

Deacon was now firing at full force, beating Blade like a dead dog, mainly to prevent Blade from noticing that he was letting him go, hoping that Blade could find a way to escape from here.

But...

What if Blade didn't choose to escape until his death?

Don't forget.

It's not just Locke who knows the script, Blade also knows it.

Look.

Deacon almost beat Blade into a sandbag, but Blade didn't even have the idea of escaping. Instead, he felt like he was getting braver and braver after repeated defeats.

Even from the initial one-on-one beating, to now, he has found the right opportunity.

"Sizzle!"

"Bang!"

Blade's right sword was crushed by Deacon, whose expression turned cold instantly, and then the whole person was slapped away by Deacon again.

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Deacon lowered his eyes and looked at the sword hole in his abdomen that was still smoking. He looked up again, his face was so gloomy that water could drip out.

Although he is not afraid of silver, it will still hurt if he is hit by silver.

It hurts a lot.

However, in addition to being angry, Deacon is still a little confused.

Damn it.

Did you take the medicine of a fool today? You are almost beaten to death by me, and you still don’t run?

At this moment, the black combat uniform has been torn into beggar clothes by Deacon, and even the glasses have been crushed by Deacon. Blade climbed up from the ground again like a tenacious undead cockroach, and then grinned at Deacon with a gloomy face again.

Deacon’s eyes shrank, and his low tone contained anger that was about to be suppressed.

“It seems that you are really not afraid of death.”

“Bah!”

Blade's lips moved, and then he sipped a mouthful of bloody saliva towards Deacon: "Can you kill me?"

Deacon laughed.

He laughed when he was extremely angry.

I won't kill you?

Deacon looked at Blade, who was almost like a chimpanzee grinning at him in his eyes, and the suppressed murderous aura was about to be uncontrollable.

"Hehe."

"I can't kill you."

"Haha."

"Then see if I can kill you."

Deacon's eyes were scarlet, and he looked at Blade, and he became completely cold.

Locke, who was watching the game remotely, raised his eyebrows, moved his eyes away from the screen, and threw the tablet to one of Brown's players.

It's time to enter the scene. If you don't enter the scene, this scene will probably be ruined by Deacon.

Deacon's script is very bad, it doesn't matter whether it is performed or not.

But his script is very exciting.

But both scripts have something in common.

Blade is the protagonist.

So...

Blade can't die.

Locke took the assault rifle loaded with ultraviolet bullets from Brown, loaded it directly, put on professional goggles, and nodded to Brown.

Seeing this, Brown looked around, almost at the same time as the team members who put on professional goggles, then raised his hand and waved it suddenly.

"Boom!"

In an instant, five Ford SUVs hidden in the dark that were modified to carry large ultraviolet searchlights drove out and rushed towards the abandoned warehouse 500 meters away.

The brightness and radiation of the five large ultraviolet searchlights almost covered the abandoned warehouse with 360 degrees without any perspective.

Quinn, who was staying beside the warehouse and watching his master fight without holding back, listened to the movement in his ears and looked outside the warehouse.

The next second.

Quinn's eyes shrank rapidly.

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