There is a long corridor inside the iron gate, and the fluorescent tubes are insufficiently lit, giving people the feeling of walking in the hospital at night, and at the end is the morgue.

As the corridor ended, Russell turned a corner and was stopped again. The blacker, bigger and harder security guard reached out to block the way and lit up the fluorescent stamp in his hand.

Russell thought about it and seemed that he had no allergies. He raised his hand and asked the security guard to poke the back of his hand.

The green-faced and fanged grimace mark is very eye-catching in the darkness!

The door was pushed open, and the explosive music exploded in my ears, the lights were dazzling, and there were twisting crowds inside.

Russell nodded with satisfaction, pulled out a picture of Franklin and stuffed it into the security guard's vest, strode in. The security guard closed the door and locked it, blocked the noisy music, took out the intercom and muttered a few words.

This is an underground bar. The difference between it and a regular bar is that it is more chaotic and exciting. The rules are that there are no rules. Other bars cannot do it, and you can do it here.

Russell looked around and the demons danced around the bar, giving him a sense of déjà vu. With less than one-tenth of the sixty people, less than one-tenth of them were normal humans.

These fools who pursue excitement are completely unaware of being surrounded by ghosts who have changed into human appearance. They often reach out to take advantage of their skills, show a humble smile, thinking that they will come again next time.

Only ghosts know if they have another next time!

In the sofa seat beside the dance floor, the social elite in a well-equipped suit turned into beasts, hugged and chewed around with a beautiful woman, then lowered her head, rolled up white paper and sucked the lined sugar completely.

After the incident, the guy shook his head and looked satisfied.

Russell shook his head slightly. People in big cities are really good at playing, and he can't understand what the other party is doing.

At this time, two blond beauties in one-piece tight skirts noticed that Russell stood alone from the sofa and walked towards him from the left and right.

Russell naturally hugged the two of them, looked at the ghost that was twisting wildly in the middle of the dance floor, and frowned and said, "It's too noisy, is there a quiet place?"

The two beauties were happy in their eyes, and they looked at each other and smiled. They had two people and ten people together for a midnight snack. How to choose is not a difficult multiple-choice question.

...

In the surveillance room, the screen shows Russell and two beauties walking into the bathroom. The gorgeously dressed man took a sip of the red liquid in the red wine glass and asked his subordinates on the side: "Are you sure he is a priest?"

Next to it, a man tapped on the computer and extracted a copy from the archive by comparing Russell's avatar.

"Yes, the church has mobilized a lot of people from outside recently, and he is one of them, but..."

"But what?"

"The archives show that he is just a non-staff and has no combat ability."

"That's a bad guy?"

"Yes!"

The gorgeously dressed man smiled and drank the red wine in his glass in one go. The red liquid slid down the corner of his mouth and fell to his neck: "It's so annoying, kill him..."

In the bathroom on the other side, the faucet was twisted to the maximum, and the sound of water splashing sounded. Russell stood in front of the mirror and looked left and right, feeling very disgusted with washing the lipstick marks on his face with clean water.

The two beauties disappeared, but there were two more green pus on the ground.

"In order to invade the enemy, I will not hesitate to feed the demons with my body. I hope I will gain something this time, otherwise I will lose a lot."

While Russell complained, the bathroom door was pushed open roughly, and noisy music followed.

Two men with guns raised their guns and pointed them at Russell. When they saw the pus on the ground changed drastically, they could not imagine how to shoot immediately.

Bang!bang!bang!bang———

The magazine was shrouded, and the two men looked shocked. The bullets shot were blocked by a water curtain. The powerful potential energy was like entering the mud. The warhead's deep trend slowed down little by little, spreading out ripples, and finally unable to hang in the water.

The two swallowed, realizing that the information was wrong, so they changed into magazines and retreated out of the door.

But it is easy to come in, but it is difficult to go out. The water curtain rolls back and seals the bathroom door, allowing two people to punch and kick, or even shoot, they cannot break the water curtain.

Russell held his shoulders and looked at the two of them calmly. When his fingertips moved slightly, water flowed over and turned into two water balls, covering their heads.

The water ball was isolated from the air, and the two of them could not breathe with their mouths and noses. They fell to the ground and struggled violently. As time passed by, the two of them gradually became powerless and finally there was no movement.

Russell twisted the faucet, removed the water ball, and stepped forward and looked down at the two bodies.

It's very interesting. Both of the bodies that should have died of suffocation are still alive.

Sand Eagle God in his hand, he shot the heart of the corpse on the left, turning it into pus, and the corpse on the right...

"When do you want to pretend, tell me, what are you?"

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The corpse that fell to the ground suddenly burst out, spreading its canine teeth and biting Russell's calf.

clang!

A light blade extended from the muzzle of the sand eagle, piercing through the man's chest, nailing it to the ground.

“Ahhhh————”

The scream sounded, Russell looked at the world mission on his personal panel as if he hadn't heard of it.

【Ding! Host triggers world mission】

[World Mission: The Origin of the Vampire! Find out the source of the vampire's bloodline and end it with your own hands]

【The mission failed, stay in this world forever and become the food of vampire】

"vampire……"

In the screams, Russell murmured to himself that there are many different movies about vampires, and the sporadic clues on his hands cannot be accurately analyzed, but in terms of the chaotic bars outside, he tends to be the world of [Blade Warrior].

"I remember that the vampire in the Blade Warrior will turn into ashes if killed. You will know whether it is true or not..." Speaking of this, Russell looked down at the man under his feet, and his smile gradually became kind.

The man's whole body was cold, his screams came to an abrupt end, facing Russell's smiling face, and his facial features were replaced by fear.

After a while, Russell pushed the door and walked out of the bathroom. The vampire was shot through the heart by him. The tenacious vitality supported him to survive. Although he was not far from death, he could still live for more than ten seconds until the bullet penetrated his head and died completely.

The body is still there, indicating that this is not the world of Blade Warriors!

On the dance floor, the dinner party started, and the humans who died of alcohol and white flour were drunk without any resistance, and were eaten up by the monsters.

The picture was terrible, but he was busy and Russell couldn't disturb him, so he tiptoed towards the staff's safety passage.

Suddenly, the music in the bar stopped, and clusters of lights hit Russell, making him the most dazzling and prominent boy in the audience.

The ghosts grinned, with several vampires mixed in it, surrounded Russell from all directions.
Chapter completed!