What is the experience of becoming a vampire

John was moving fast on the street. Although he seemed to be walking quickly instead of running, his speed was not inferior to that of ordinary people.

And he didn't walk in a straight line, constantly turning into alleys, and constantly covering his tracks with terrain.

Ten minutes later, John stopped in a dim, foul-smelling alleyway. He squinted his eyes, looked at the light of the street outside the alleyway, controlled his breathing, and waited slowly.

After a few minutes, no one appeared, and just as he was moving fast, he also did not find anyone who was following him.

John breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he should be overly nervous. The other party may have only sent the brawny man in the suit, and no one else.

Who are they?How did you find him again?

John frowned and thought, thinking that the greatest possibility was that he was noticed by some people while searching for clues in those places where Guo Tianxiang had stayed for a long time during the day.

It seems that Guo Tianxiang should have been exposed, maybe the connection with them has already been known by others, and this is just waiting for him to come.

However, the other party only sent the brawny man in a suit to look for him, but it was a bit strange. Didn't he find his true identity?Is the other party actually an "outsider"?

No, they came prepared, otherwise the brawny man in suit would not wake up so quickly, obviously the other party already knew his abilities!

Thinking of this, John's heart that had just been put down a little bit came up again.

Then he suddenly noticed that there was a faint buzzing sound that he had just ignored, and now the sound seemed to be a little louder, he began to look around, trying to find the source of the sound.

The laneway was dark, and his night vision ability was better than ordinary people, but he couldn't see everything clearly, but with the aid of hearing, he could be sure that the sound was not coming from the laneway.

Suddenly he raised his head, looked up, and suddenly found that a fist-sized, black flying machine was floating five or six meters above his head.

Obviously, this thing was at a higher position before, and now it has just been lowered, so he has not noticed it before.

What is this stuff?Drone?

He knows that China's drones are advanced, but...are they so advanced?

Will there be something like a mosquito-sized micro drone launching an anesthesia needle at him?

He is also not interested in figuring out what the little thing is. Obviously his whereabouts have been exposed again, but it is easy to know what he is being tracked. Then he can avoid the line of sight in the air.

But when he was about to rush out of the lane, his neck was suddenly pinched, and his feet lifted off the ground, and he was photographed on the wall.

The hand holding his neck was very powerful. He held the opponent's wrist with both hands, as if holding a pair of iron tongs, completely motionless, and the opponent seemed to wear gloves, which felt a strange cold and smooth feeling, just like a certain Kind of special ceramic or metal.

He raised his head and looked for the other person's eyes for the first time.

Although the light in the lane is dim, the moonlight that seeps between the two buildings overhead and the faint light spilling out of the lane are enough for him to see a certain degree.

However, what shocked him was that he looked down. Normally, there was nothing at the location of the person who pinched his neck. His eyes could directly see the wall opposite the laneway, and even the side of the wall. Of filth.

He turned his gaze back again, and suddenly realized that the solid arm that was pinching his neck was nothing but nothing.

Is that guy invisible?!

When thinking like this in his mind, his right hand quickly took out a small white porcelain knife from his pocket and pierced it towards the pinched arm.

Will be invisible, it is very likely that the other party is also a "blood."

As long as it is a "blood", then his little porcelain knife can perform miraculous effects, and stealth is useless!

But his small porcelain knife didn't pierce anything as expected. It wasn't that the arm and body disappeared, but that the wrist holding the knife was accurately controlled by another big hand like iron tongs.

John's own strength is far stronger than ordinary people. Even if he is a champion of Hercules and heavyweight weightlifter, he will not be inferior to him. But after being pinched by his neck and his wrist, he knew that, Own power is crushed by the opponent.

But he did not give up resisting, bent his legs and prepared to kick, forcing the opponent to let go, pulling away, and then trying to force the opponent to show his figure, looking for opportunities to look at each other.

However, as soon as his legs were bent, his body was grabbed by the opponent with one hand on the neck and the other hand, and he slammed it against the wall twice.

The wrist holding the small porcelain knife was twisted, and the knife was taken away. Then his stomach was hit with three punches with his fists. Each punch was forceful to his back, as if his whole body was discounted. Lose resistance.

The violent beating was actually less than ten seconds, but John was already like a beaten eggplant, convulsing all over, without the ability to resist.

He was pinched again, held against the wall, and this time, a tall figure appeared in front of him.

But when John saw that figure, he couldn't help being stunned. Even if he was accustomed to walking in darkness and blood, even if he had seen all kinds of strange things and horrors, he still couldn't help himself. There was a chill.

The "person" who had blocked him in the alley half to death and pinched his neck, his naked body was covered with spider silk patterns, and it looked like he was wearing a tights-but he could tell at a glance , It's not a tights, but the opponent's "skin"!

The other party was wearing a helmet on his head, but John knew that the other party was not observing through the gray shield on the helmet, but by peeping through the camera above-so he could not meet the other party's sight, which also made him last A glimmer of hope of a comeback was shattered.

He is proud of his ability to run rampant between cities and in human society, but he is easily restrained by the other party, crushed in all directions, and has no strength to fight back.

He regrets now that he was not careful enough, he regretted not being able to persuade him any more. Before setting off, he should take a hundred times of caution and attention after he noticed the degree of fear of the east by the old guys, and come to China symbolically. Just circle.

It is the old guys who are facing the stage limit anyway, not him.Although he can find Guo Tianxiang or other "bloods", he can get the most benefits, but when he dies here, there is nothing.

No wonder those old guys have various excuses not to come to China by themselves.

He remembered what the old guys used to say before. For their European "bloods", China, North America, and Japan are the three most dangerous areas. These three places always give birth to the most barbaric. , Brutal, and tyrannical existences, compared with those existences, their righteous "blood races" are really too gentlemen and too civilized.

Of course, every time it comes to this topic, the old guys always have to put away the tone of fear and jealousy in the end, and add a few words with a little pride. Those "barbarians" are just like "blood beasts", just for a while. Few people who can live for ten years are the ones who can be eternal and inherited.

"As long as you live long enough, you can see the enemy's body go down the river."

"Living gracefully and for a long time is the true meaning of'blood race'."

Of course, the premise is not to encounter those "cruel" and "tyrannical" existences.

Just when John thought he was going to be swallowed by this "cruel" monster from the East, the other party's helmet, which looked extremely technological, suddenly opened his mask.

He saw a pair of round eyes that were not covered by eyelids, which were very different from ordinary humans. The whites of the eyes were barely visible in those eyes, and they were all black.

opportunity!

Although I don't know why the other party suddenly showed his eyes, this is an opportunity to fight back, and John will never let it go.

He stared closely at the opponent's eyes, his unbroken left hand clung to the wrist that was holding his neck, so that he could barely make a sound.

To his surprise, the opponent's hand pinching his neck was released, allowing him to make a sound easily, as if he was deliberately creating space for his ability.

"The eye is a delicate and wonderful organ. In today's humans, more than 75% of the information processed in the human brain comes from the eye. However, most people think that the eye is only a terminal for obtaining information. It is the brain that makes decisions, at most it is only deceived by visual information. But they don’t know that the “terminal” of the eye can also be invaded, which in turn directly affects the brain’s decision-making. The first person to say that the “eye is the window of the mind” , May not realize that this sentence actually has a more direct interpretation."

In the deep and hoarse, it is like the sound of metal particles rubbing against each other, but in the indifferent tone, with a little Mandarin accent, English, to explain some "reason" that ordinary people do not understand.

John's whispering weird syllables slowly stopped, and panic and despair appeared in his blue eyes again. He knew that his hypnosis had failed. Even if the other party didn't have the helmet and camera to isolate the sight, he could not use his own. ability.

Looking condescendingly at John Cavendish, who was sitting on the ground, "Mr. Liang" said indifferently in English: "There is a black RV outside on the roadside. Clean up before going up."

After a while, John found that the horrible figure disappeared again, and the shadow of the small drone could not be seen above his head.

He didn't know whether the terrifying guy was just invisible and still hiding beside him, and whether the drone just raised the height and hid in the dark night.

But he knows that he can't run away. The other party knows his methods, and they are all ineffective. On other people's turf, since he didn't kill him immediately, maybe there is still a chance for negotiation?

As long as he can survive, as long as there is a chance to survive, he will definitely seize it.

John lifted his energy a little, and got up from the ground. His right wrist, which had just been twisted into a twist, had recovered a lot, and his fingers could barely move.

His back was still a bit awkward, and there was pain when he walked around, making him walk like a duck, but he did not dare to stay in the lane for too long, afraid of angering the terrifying guy, holding back the pain, and taking a step. Walked out with a whirl.

Walking out of the lane, I saw a large GMC black modified RV parked on the side of the road, and the driver sitting in the cab was the brawny man in suit who entered the bar to find him.

The strong man glanced back at him, then withdrew his gaze, looking no surprise.

John sighed slightly and stretched out his hand to pull the side door on the car, but before he reached the handle, he noticed the stain on his hand and thought of what the "horror existence" said.

He swallowed, retracted his hand, and wiped vigorously on the suit jacket that was heavily customized by the old hand-made shop in Florence, then took off the jacket, and wiped on his buttocks, pants, and shoes. At last, he glanced with nostalgia and threw it on the side of the road.

Just as he was about to open the door, the window of the cab was suddenly lowered, and the strong man glanced at the suit jacket on the side of the road, and then at the trash can not far away.

John couldn't help but suffocated, his hand holding the doorknob tightened, and after all he leaned over and picked up his suit jacket.

The interior of the GMC RV is very spacious, not luxurious, but it has a strong sense of technology, full of various screens, and many operation buttons. It looks more like an operating room for precision instruments.

There was no one in the rear compartment. After he got into the car and closed the door, he was about to sit in the only large seat.

The intercom in the compartment sounded the driver's voice: "Don't sit in a chair, it's not for you."

John was stunned for a moment and looked around the car, and there was no other seat, but he only hesitated for a moment, and squatted down in the corner against the wall of the car with his knees.

The RV was driving slowly.

Just when John was a little nervous to test whether the invisible "horror existence" was also in the car, the distinctive low and hoarse voice sounded:

"Are you in Montamilla before?"

John froze for a moment, and made sure that the sound was from the only seat in front of him. The "horror existence" got into the car silently, and he didn't feel it at all?

"Yes...because I heard about what happened on the night of March 8, before I came to China, I stopped by Montamira." John told the truth, and this question made him realize that those few The person who was with the tall Burmese boy and stopped him for questioning on Muntamila Street was probably the same "terrorist existence".

"Are you from Europe or America?"

"I'm... from Europe, Slovakia..." John said carefully.

"Oh? Europe? Isn't it the one..."Red Rose"?" "Mr. Liang" gave a weird smile, and his figure slowly appeared.

"You...you know us?" John thought this was a good sign.

But the next sentence of "Mr. Liang" made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Know, it's just some poor bugs who only dare to dig a hole and hide, rely on deceit to feed themselves, and live longer than anyone else."