Watching the dark figure disappear, Luke looked at the middle of the dance floor.
A model was shivering with her head in her hands, and there was a suspicious puddle of water between her legs.
He turned his head and looked at the three long legs on the side of the dance floor, who were staring at him warily from behind the sofa.
He waved at them.
The three women hesitated for a moment, but still walked out with a small self-defense pistol in their hands.
Luke praised them inwardly. As expected of Vanessa's best friend! They didn't forget to carry guns even though they were models.
If Alexander had colluded with a regular gang, it was hard to say who would be the one to deal with.
"The monsters we killed are very powerful here. You can't afford to offend them. Leave Europe as soon as possible," he said.
Pointing at the model on the dance floor who was so scared that she had wet herself, he reminded them, "Take her and the other models away and tell them to shut up. Otherwise, those monsters will come for you sooner or later."
That's if I haven't killed them already! He added inwardly as he walked to the door.
"May I ask who you are?" one of the women asked.
Luke looked at her and pondered for a moment. "Nightwalker." He then turned around and left.
Vanessa's three best friends looked at each other for a moment, and all felt that the answer was a little strange.
The tall black man in a black leather coat and sunglasses was clearly the "Daywalker" and "Blade" that the bar monsters had mentioned.
And the masked man in the grayish-black hoodie clearly didn't know the Daywalker.
But he actually called himself "Nightwalker"? Who did he think he was?
After he left the bar, Luke glanced at a car in the shadows at the corner of the street and smiled inwardly. It seemed that this guy wasn't as cold-blooded and heartless as he looked!
The person in the car was a Daywalker. After Luke disappeared, he stepped on the gas and drove away.
Luke, however, was puzzled. Where did this guy come from?
Judging from his weapons, this person didn't know much about vampires, but he had easily killed more than ten vampire servants with ordinary cold weapons.
He didn't seem to be any worse than Luke's. Thinking for a moment, Luke gave up.
It wouldn't be a problem as long as he wasn't an enemy. He wasn't the only vampire's enemy.
It was normal for monsters who fed on human blood to provoke some extraordinary beings.
This was one of the reasons why the vampires had never been strong.
At that moment, Luke, on the roof of a factory, shook his head with a smile as he watched the drone.
He had no intention of calling it a day.
It wasn't easy for him to find a nest of vampires, but he met someone who wanted to snatch half of it.
He couldn't blame them for being too enthusiastic.
In that nest, the people he killed were basically vampire servants, plus one vampire (hybrid).
He looked at the system notification.
System: Exterminate the vampire lair and rescue the models. Mission completed.
Total experience: 3,000. Total credit: 3,000
Contribution Rate: 50%. EXP + 1,500. Credit + 1,500.
Host's experience: 35880/90000
Points: 24580
In just two days, the vampires and related organizations had contributed more than seven thousand experience and credit points.
They were indeed as fat as Luke had imagined.
What was even more amazing was that after the vampires and servants were killed, they would not leave anything behind. They would just turn into ashes.
He could save a lot of trouble in cleaning up the mess, and it would also be less likely to attract official investigations.
Delighted, he watched the eight models leave the bar on the drone screen and get into Alexander's car before heading for London.
He unhurriedly took out a lollipop for himself and sat on the rooftop, his legs dangling outside the building.
The night wind blew and it was drizzling. Luke, however, looked at the bright lights of downtown Coventry in the distance and hummed softly. "When your heart is broken, big sister cries …"
He felt that it was a little inappropriate. The girls who had just run away probably wanted to cry.
He simply changed the song. "Big sister, don't cry. Walk your own path …"
After watching the scenery for more than twenty minutes, more than ten cars arrived at the bar from all directions.
Luke adjusted the drone's surveillance mode, and their bodies and the items around them turned into intertwined blue and red patterns.
He chuckled.
Vampires were indeed different from humans.
Of the thirty or so people, fifteen had a body temperature of fifty degrees, while the other twenty or so were around thirty-seven degrees.
A normal person would have died a long time ago with a body temperature of fifty degrees. Only vampires with abnormal blood and circulatory systems could move freely with this body temperature.
He had let a few people go just now, and they were all normal humans.
They weren't vampires, nor were they vampire servants. Instead, like Axelle, they had become lackeys of the vampires for various reasons.
Luke really did treat them as dogs.
If he hit a dog, wouldn't the dog hurry back to its owner and cry out in pain?
These "dogs" could talk.
Looking at the person who almost everyone was subconsciously avoiding, Luke stood up from the edge of the rooftop and slowly retreated to the other end.
Physical Outburst activated!
Quick Reflex activated!
Gunfighting activated!
More than ten footsteps merged into a long "bang". His body jumped off the rooftop and fell down in a parabola.
At the entrance of the bar, more than thirty people were starting to walk toward the door. The person in the middle suddenly raised his head and quickly retreated.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Five high-explosive bullets were fired into the top of the five people's skulls. Their heads exploded at the same time, and their headless bodies collapsed, still struggling on the ground.
Luke had already put his M500 back into his holster. With a flick of his wrists, two short sticks slid out and he held them in his hands.
Bang! Bang!
The moment they landed, the two short sticks whipped the heads of the two vampire servants twice.
Two deep marks appeared on the heads of these two fellows, and sparks sprayed out from them before they exploded in an instant.
Almost at the same time, the headless bodies of the five vampire servants who had just been blown up exploded into sparks.
The thirty or so people present turned pale with fright.
A few of them even roared, "Daywalker!"
"Blade!"
Luke chuckled and charged forward. He waved the sticks in his hands and stabbed them into the hearts of two vampire servants who were dodging. "Wrong answer. You can call me "Nightcrawler"! "
The two vampire servants howled miserably as their bodies quickly turned to ash from where their hearts had been pierced.
"Don't panic! Shoot him! "A loud roar rang out.
Luke, however, laughed.
You still want to play with guns when you're at close range? Do you know close-range gunfighting too?
Physical Outburst brought him greater strength, sharper reflexes, and sharper senses, pushing Luke's gunfighting skills to a higher level.
Gunfighting had always been divided into two parts.
The first part was how to hit the opponent, and the second part was how to predict, dodge, and intercept the opponent's shots.
Thus, even though he didn't have a gun in his hand, he was still using the second part of his ability.
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