"Hey.
Come here.
Let's deal with those wolves. "The old hunter raised his gun and shouted.
Bruce's eyesight was better than ordinary people.
Since the last time he overdrafted his ability and fainted, all aspects of his body had improved.
He could clearly see that the face in the rain was different from ordinary people, as well as his malice.
Was this a vampire? There were mutants and superheroes in this world.
There was nothing strange about vampires.
But he couldn't confirm the strength of this vampire.
In the reincarnation space, he did fight against contractors who strengthened the vampire system ability.
He also experienced vampires in the derivative world.
But they could be regarded as a race, and the individual strength varied greatly.
It was not a wise choice to act rashly.
But the rain that was originally floating had turned slightly white. "Sorry to disturb, no offense.
We'll leave now. " Bruce's left hand was already holding the revolver in his pocket, and he whispered to the two who still didn't know the situation, "Let's go."
"What?
This person needs help. "The old hunter turned back and said in surprise.
As soon as the old hunter's voice fell,
He watched as Bruce took out a gun from his pocket and fired two shots in his direction. "What …" Before he could finish his sentence, his neck was gripped by a hand.
The old hunter turned his head stiffly and looked forward. From the outline, it was the person who confronted the wolves.
But how did this person come to his side from dozens of meters away in the second he turned back, or at most two or three seconds? "You …" The old hunter noticed the pair of dark red eyes that didn't look human.
This pair of eyes wasn't looking at him, but at his shoulder.
The old hunter followed his gaze.
Two bullets were embedded in this person's skin.
Forgive him for using the word embedded.
But the two bullets only penetrated a little of the skin in the head, and most of the rest was outside. Was this still something that a human could do?
Something cold fell on the old hunter's forehead, and then melted into water and slid down. Unfortunately, it passed through his eyes, making him unable to see the scene in front of him for a moment. It was snowing. The old hunter suddenly realized that his head was empty. What he saw just now made it difficult for him to think. The next moment, the old hunter felt himself being flung away by a huge force. His body crashed into a tree a few meters away, and he couldn't sit up for a long time.
Bruce watched as the vampire tossed the old hunter aside and brushed his hand across the thin layer of ice on his head and shoulders. The ice shattered and fell to the ground. Bruce fired at Vampire, but in his eyes, Vampire turned into a blur and swerved to the side, rushing towards him. He only had time to raise his hand that was holding the gun in front of him before he was caught. The vampire's hand that was about to pinch his neck grabbed his left forearm.
It was very strong, and Bruce could feel the pain coming from his left arm. The force was so strong that it could almost break his arm. The umbrella in his right hand fell to the ground, and he pushed Hotch away a little as he tried to activate his ability.
Bruce stared at the vampire in front of him. The vampire's skin was excessively white, and the vampire's dark red eyes were staring back at him. Other than the color of his eyes, the vampire did not look any different from a human. However, the cold temperature coming from his arm was definitely not a temperature that a human, or rather, a living human, would have.
Being stared at by the vampire was like being stared at by some kind of cold snake. Bruce felt his scalp go numb, and he knew that this was his body warning him of the danger level of the creature in front of him.
The ice started to cover the vampire's body even faster. At the same time, Bruce took out another gun from behind his waist with his right hand and kicked at the vampire with one leg.
Bruce's kick on the vampire's body was like kicking a steel plate. The vampire only swayed slightly, and the gun in his right hand was knocked away. The sharp nails even cut through his clothes and left a wound on his arm. At this time, the few wolves ran from behind the vampire and opened their mouths to bite the vampire. Bruce was thrown back and smashed into one of the wolves. He was almost sent into the wolf's mouth, but fortunately, the wolf turned its head in time.
Bruce had just gotten up from the wolf when the gunshot rang out. The wolf seemed to have a mind of its own and didn't attack Bruce. Instead, it pounced on the vampire.
When Bruce saw the vampire suddenly turn in his direction, he shook off the wolf beside him. The layer of ice on the vampire's body that was already one to two centimeters thick did not affect his movement at all. Instead, it cracked as he moved.
Realizing that it wasn't very useful, Bruce didn't spend any more energy on using the snow to form ice. He estimated that even if the vampire stood still and didn't destroy the ice, it would take him more than ten seconds to form a thick enough ice that could limit his strength. He had been holding the revolver in his left hand and shooting at the vampire, but the vampire dodged at an extremely fast speed. After firing two shots, the vampire had already appeared beside him.
The sharp nails easily cut through Bruce's clothes and left a wound on his chest. Then, the vampire casually shook Bruce off. The force was so strong that after Bruce landed on the ground, he rolled on the ground twice before he could stabilize himself.
"This taste …" The vampire licked his finger that was stained with Bruce's blood and spoke for the first time. "I feel strength." It was a kind of hoarse voice that rarely spoke. His red eyes were replaced by a crazed desire.
Another gunshot rang out. Bruce didn't look in Hotch's direction. He watched as the vampire casually moved to the side and dodged the bullet. Although the vampire's speed wasn't as fast as the bullet, it was still very fast. As long as he moved, he could easily avoid being locked on by the muzzle. The only time he was shot was when Bruce had predicted that the bullet would be aimed at the old hunter.
Bruce clearly felt that he couldn't beat the vampire. The vampire was faster and stronger than him. In close combat, he didn't have a sharp enough weapon. He couldn't break through the vampire's defense with just his fists and feet. Although bullets could cause damage, it was difficult to hit the vampire. Moreover, the damage caused by bullets was limited. Although the revolver was less powerful, even if the FBI's gun was slightly more powerful, the bullets wouldn't be able to cause fatal damage even if they could penetrate the vampire's body. The restraining skill required at least ten seconds of the vampire's unresisting release time.
Bruce didn't have time to be frustrated by his weakness. He thought hard. Perhaps there was another way. If the vampire really wanted his blood … there were too many variables.
Bruce closed his eyes and didn't get up. He seemed to have given up. In the next second, the vampire appeared in front of him. He grabbed his clothes and bared his fangs. Then, he bit his neck. It was a pity that Bruce had a suppressor around his neck. The suppressor was very strong. Although the vampire's fangs were very sharp, he couldn't break it.
Bruce saw the vampire's crazed expression. After the vampire tried again and failed, he simply bit his arm.
"Bruce!" Hotch's voice seemed to come from far away.
Feeling his body getting weaker and weaker, Bruce slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were completely calm. It was as if he wasn't the one being controlled.
After a while, Bruce suddenly activated his ability. Blood flowed from his neck to the vampire's body and froze. The temperature was getting lower and lower. Even the surface of his body was covered with a layer of ice. The vampire's eyes were filled with fear. However, the freezing from the inside out made him lose the ability to resist. Pushing the vampire away, Bruce was afraid that it wasn't safe. It started to snow again. Gradually, a thick layer of ice formed on his body. He felt dizzy and almost collapsed to the ground.
"Bruce." Hotch ran to him and saw the bleeding wound on his arm. It was caused by the bite on his artery.
When Hotch wanted to press on the wound to stop the bleeding, Bruce quickly said, "Suppressor."
Hotch snapped out of his daze and removed something from his wrist. It was a rectangular, thin piece. He pulled open Bruce's collar and inserted it into the suppressor slot. The light on the suppressor immediately went off. Hotch removed the suppressor and tossed it aside.
After the suppressor was removed, Bruce's wound quickly stopped bleeding and slowly healed. Soon, there were no traces of the injury.
Bruce stood up but felt dizzy. He staggered and almost lost his balance. Hotch, who was beside him, supported him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine …" Just then, the ice beside him shook. Bruce's expression changed. "Let's go." He could even reduce the temperature to negative 200 degrees Celsius through his blood and make steel brittle. How could he not be able to control this vampire? Or did the vampire have a special ability to transform blood?
Bruce pulled Hotch and ran in the direction they came from. Hotch suddenly said, "The hunter ran away in a panic."
They weren't sure if the police car they came in had been driven away. Bruce stopped, his face a little gloomy. He knew that vampires had a very sensitive sense of smell, especially when it came to the smell of blood. If they didn't have a car, they could be tracked in the woods.
If the two of them were to separate, there was a high possibility that the vampire would track down the scent of his blood. However, Hotch had also been stained with his blood when he tried to treat his wound. Although it was definitely not as much as his clothes, Bruce could not take the risk.
Not far away, the sound of running water could be heard. Bruce remembered that the old hunter had told them about a waterfall nearby. If they followed the river … Although the weather was a little cold, the running water could cover their scent and make it difficult for the vampire to track them.
Going towards the river and going back were two different directions. Although it would only take a few minutes, the vampire could break out of the ice at any time.
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