"Damn it, Sadiste, don't jump..." The bang of the collision ahead drowned out Ferry's yells and didn't stop Sardiste from jumping out of the Escalade traveling at fifty miles. "Wei, he jumped out, turn around!" Wei Xiaosi controlled the car to turn, and it drifted rapidly, and Ferry's shoulder hit the window under the action of inertia.The light from the car headlights swung across and saw Sadist curled up in a ball, rolling on the snow-covered asphalt.In the next second, he immediately jumped up, rushed forward, and shot at the smoking car. A pine tree was embedded in the dented hood of the car.

Ferry couldn't stop staring at his twin brother, reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt.This group was chased by them from the city of Caldwell all the way to the outskirts. Perhaps their cars had just been destroyed under the laws of physics, but it didn't mean they lost their fighting power. These undead bastards were quite tenacious. The moment Escalade stopped abruptly, Ferry pushed open the car door and reached for the Beretta pistol.The old enemies of these clans are always out in packs with loads of weapons - damn it!Three white-haired killers crawled out from the bottom of the car. It seemed that only the driver was slightly injured and shaking a little.

Sudden changes did not slow down Sadist's actions.With suicidal madness, he rushed towards the trio of undead killers on the right, only holding a black dagger in his hand. Ferry charged across the road, the thunderous footsteps of Weishaws sounding behind him.It's just that they don't need to make a move this time. A silent hurricane swirls in the air, the smell of sweet pine trees mixed with the smell of gasoline from wrecked cars.Sadist knocked down all three secondary men with just a single dagger.He cut the tendons in the knees of three men so that they could not escape, and smashed their arms so that they could not resist.Only then did the secondary people be dragged together, as if they were lining up a bunch of eerie puppets.It took less than four and a half minutes total, including finding their IDs.

Sadist stopped and took a deep breath.He looked down at the black spots of blood that the killer had thrown on the white snow, like oil stains.The steaming heat rose from the shoulders, and a layer of misty mist floated in the icy cold wind. Ferry tucked Beretta back into the holster around his waist, gagging like swallowing a dozen bacon grease.He stroked his chest and looked towards the road on the left.This night, Route 22 was dead silent.Especially far from Caldwell, it is unlikely that anyone will witness their battle.Of course, reindeer don't count. He knew what was coming, and he knew he'd better not stop it.

Sardist squatted beside one of the secondary men, his ugly face with intertwined scars became more and more distorted by hatred, his broken upper lip rolled up, revealing long fangs, as sharp as the sharp teeth of a tiger.With his short, skull-shaved hair and hollow hollows under his cheekbones, he looked like a grim reaper.Like the real Reaper, killing in the severe cold makes him feel comfortable.Wearing only a black turtleneck and baggy black trousers, he has more weapons than clothing: his signature black sword holster dangles from his chest, two knives resting on his thighs, and two mats in the holster. Ger-Saul police pistol.

But he has never used those two 9mm pistols, he prefers the feeling of killing the enemy with his own hands.In fact, this is the only time he actively touches other people. Sardist grabbed the front collar of the leather jacket and lifted the second man from the ground, and the two faced each other. "Where is that woman?" The question was not answered, only a wicked sneer.Sadist knocked the second man unconscious with a single palm.The sound of broken bones echoed in the forest, as if a branch had been neatly snapped in two. The contemptuous sneer of the Second Killer made Sardiste furious, which turned into frost on his face.The air around his body seemed to become colder than the cold night, and he didn't even dare to approach the falling snowflakes, as if he was afraid of being quickly melted by his anger.

Ferry heard a slight rubbing sound, and looked back to see Wei Xiaosi lighting a hand-rolled cigarette.Orange firelight illuminated the tattoo on his left temple and the ring of goatee. There was another punch, Wei Xiaosi took a deep breath, and turned his eyes as quiet as diamonds: "Are you okay, Ferry?" No, he feels bad.Saddist's savage nature is a subtle result, and has become more violent of late, making it unruly in combat.Ever since Bella was kidnapped by the second person, the soulless, bottomless pit inside him became violent and irritable. Moreover, they have not been able to find Bella so far.The members of the Brotherhood had no clues to her whereabouts and found nothing, even if they tortured the second person like Sadist every time, they still couldn't get any news.

Bella is kidnapped, leaving Ferry distraught.He hadn't known Bella for a long time, but she was a very lovely woman, worthy of pampering with the highest standard of aristocratic treatment in the race.For him, her survival is not only the concern of her family, but also means more.She seemed to push the boundaries of Ferry's celibacy, and the rules, and touch something deep inside him.Like Sadiste, he couldn't wait to find her.But six weeks had passed, and he had lost confidence in Bella's life.In order to obtain news about the Brotherhood of the Black Sword, the Secondborn usually tortured and tortured vampires.And like all commoner vampires, she didn't know much about the Brotherhood of the Black Sword, so she must have been killed by now.

He just hoped that she wouldn't have to endure day after day of torture before stepping in. "What did you do to that woman?" Saddist growled at the other killer, only to get a barrage of "fuck."Sadist bit the bastard like Tyson. No one in the Brotherhood knew why Saddist cared so much about a missing commoner woman.He's notoriously a woman hater... damn it, he treats women like a monster.Everyone is guessing how Bella got involved with him, but no one can predict his reaction, including Ferry, who is his twin brother. Sardist's cruel torture made a loud noise, echoing in the lonely forest.The second person carried it down without giving any information, but Ferry felt that something in his heart was broken.

"I don't know how long I can take it." He said in a low voice. In addition to protecting the vampire clan and fighting against second-born humans, the most important thing in his life is Sadist.Every day, Ferry falls asleep alone, if he can sleep at all.Food did not bring him any pleasure.Because of his insistence on celibacy, women are also far away from him.Every second he worried about what Saddist would do next, who would get hurt.He only felt that he was tortured by Ling Chi, indirectly bearing the killing intent from his younger brother, bleeding continuously and dying slowly.

Vishows put his gloved left hand around Ferry's neck. "Look at me, bro." Ferry stared into his eyes and shuddered.The pupil of the left eye surrounded by the tattoo is slowly dilating until only a black vortex of nothingness remains. "Weishos, don't... I don't need to..." Hell, he didn't want to hear what happened in the future now, and he didn't know how to face the fact that things were about to get worse. "Snow fell slowly tonight," Vishows said, rubbing his thumb back and forth on a thicker jugular vein. Ferry blinked, a strange calm came, and his heartbeat began to slow down with rhythmic friction. "what?" "Snow... is falling slowly." "Yeah... yeah, it's going down very slowly." "And it's snowed a lot this year, hasn't it?" "Uh... yeah." "Yes...lots of snow. More snow tonight, tomorrow, next month, next year. When it comes, where it comes." "That's right," Ferry replied softly, "nothing can stop it." "Unless you are the earth that stops it from falling." The rubbing of the thumbs stopped. "My brother, you are not the land in my eyes, so you will not stop it, never will." Sadist stabbed his dagger into the Second Man's chest, and the corpse disappeared in an explosion and flash. All that remained was the hissing sound of the car's battered radiator, accompanied by Sadist's heavy breathing.He stood up from the scorched ground, his face and forearm were stained with the black blood of a secondary person, like a ghost.The tyrannical aura is like a shimmering mist, covering the surroundings one by one.The forest behind is hazy, and the projection shakes like waves, setting off his figure. "I'm going to the city," he said, wiping the blood from the dagger on his thigh, "to find more secondary people." Before going back to hunting vampires, Mr. O unloaded the Smith & Wesson again and peered into the barrel.This gun has not been cleaned in ages, as has the other Glock.Although he still has many other things to do, an idiot would let his equipped firepower weaken.Damn it, as a Second Life, you have to keep your weapons in peak condition at all times.When it comes to targets like the Black Sword Brotherhood, you don't want your weapons to go wrong. He walked through the torture center, around the autopsy table used for torture.This is a building without compartments, the dirt underfoot is used as the floor, there is a shower room, but there is no toilet or kitchen, because the secondary people do not need to eat.There are also no windows in the room, so most of the wind is kept out.There is also a cot for him to sleep on.It had only been built a month and a half ago, and the room smelled of wood varnish and a kerosene stove for heating. The only piece of furniture that was considered finished was the shelves that ran from floor to rafters, leaning against the twelve-meter wide plank wall.On each floor, the instruments of torture used by second-born humans are neatly arranged in categories: knives, pliers, tweezers, hammers, chainsaws, etc.As long as it is a torture instrument that can make people scream, they have everything. This place can be used not only to torture captives, but also to imprison captives.Imprisoning a vampire for a period of time can be a challenge, because just give them a chance to calm down and concentrate, and they'll likely disappear right in front of you!Steel can indeed prevent their teleportation, but the iron bars on the cage cannot block the sunlight, and an all-iron cell is unrealistic.In contrast, corrugated steel pipes driven vertically into the ground are much more effective.As now, there are three prisoners being held here. Mr. O was very itchy and wanted to go to the prison pipe.It's just that he also knew in his heart that in that case he would definitely not return to the battlefield today.However, he still has his quota to fulfill.The status of the chief secondary person's first assistant provided him with some extra conveniences, such as enjoying some little fun alone here.However, in order to maintain these privacy, he must give appropriate performance - such as tending his weapons, although the heart is more eager to do other things.He pushed the first-aid kit away, grabbed the pistol-cleaning kit, and pulled a stool under the autopsy table. After a knock on the door, the only door in this building was pushed open, and Mr. O followed the sound and turned his head.After seeing the person coming, he forced himself to hide the annoyance at the corner of his mouth.Although he resisted in his heart, but only using self-protection as the reason, it might be difficult to reject this hard-nosed No. 2 member of the secondary society. If you hope to survive intact, choosing this chief secondary person as your opponent is obviously not a good choice.He is 2.13 meters tall, standing under the bare light bulb, his figure is as square and strong as a car.Like all the secondary men who have long been in the Society, he is pale all over, and his skin never flushes; Mr. X wandered around the courtyard, inspecting the torture center, not checking the placement of the items, but more like looking for something. "I was told you caught another one." Mr. O put down the stick to clean the barrel of the gun and counted the weapons on his body. With the throwing knife on his right thigh and the Glock pinned to the back of his waist, he really wished he had prepared more weapons. "Forty-five minutes ago, I caught him outside the 'Zero Sum' bar in town. He's in one of the holes, and he's still tossing around." "well-done." "I'm now getting ready to go out again." "You want to go?" Mr. X stopped in front of the shelf, grabbed a serrated hunting knife, "I heard some surprising rumors." Mr. O kept his mouth shut, and slowly touched his thigh with his fingers, approaching the handle of the knife. "Don't you ask me what's the matter?" The chief secondary man said and walked to the three prison pipelines buried underground, "Or do you already know the secret?" Mr. O put his palm on the knife and stared at Mr. X who stayed in front of the barbed wire cover.He didn't care about the first two captives at all, but the third one was his!It has nothing to do with anyone! "All taken up? Mr. O?" Mr. X pointed the toe of his combat boot at the rope that stretched into the hole. "I thought you'd kill one or two before they could spit out anything important. .” "It is exactly what I have done." "In that case, counting the civilians you captured tonight, there should still be one vacancy. But your place is full." "I also caught one." "when?" "last night." "You're lying." Mr. X kicked off the barbed wire cover of the third pipe. Mr. O instinctively took two steps forward, trying to stab Mr. X in the throat with a knife.But he can't do it at all, the chief secondary has a brilliant trick of making subordinates freeze in place, all he has to do is glance at you. So, Mr. O chose to stay where he was, trembling with anger, trying his best not to jump on him. Mr. X took a penlight from his pocket and lit it, shining it into the hole.After a while of "swishling" sound, he opened his eyes wide: "God, it's really a woman. Why didn't you report to me?" Mr. O slowly raised his leg and reached out to reach for the dagger on the side of the overalls. After he firmly grasped the handle of the knife with his fingers and strengthened his confidence, he said, "She was newly caught." "That's different from what I heard." Mr. X rushed into the bathroom and pushed back the clean plastic shower curtain.Immediately cursing and kicking away the women's shampoo and baby oil lying in the corner.Immediately afterwards, he ran to the ammunition depot, overturned the freezer hidden behind, and let the food inside roll to the ground.Secondary humans have no need to chew and swallow, and these foods make Mr. O self-confident. Mr. X's pale face was full of anger: "Are you raising pets? Isn't it?" While calculating the distance between the two, Mr. O ambiguously denied: "She is valuable. I want her to play a role in the interrogation." "How?" "Vampire men don't like to see women hurt, and she's a catalyst." Mr. X's eyes narrowed: "Why didn't you report her to me?" "This is my torture center. If you hand it over to me, I will take care of it." If you let him know which bastard leaked the news, he will definitely skin that guy alive, "I'm in charge here, you I know. How I do it has nothing to do with you." "At least I should know." Mr. X stopped suddenly, and then said, "You have that knife in your hand, what do you want to do, child?" Yeah, actually I'd love to get my hands on it, asshole. "Am I in charge here?" Seeing Mr. X shift weight on his feet, Mr. O is ready to take a hit. It's just that his cell phone rang suddenly, and under the tense atmosphere, the first ring was extremely harsh, like a sharp cry.The second sound was like a disturbance.At the third sound, Mr. O felt that the sound was just in time. Mr. O realized that he was not sober.Although he was a big man and a good fighter, he would never be able to do Mr. X's little trick.If he wounded or killed himself, who would take care of his "wife"? "Go and answer the phone," Mr. X ordered, "Turn on the speakerphone." The call was from another elite squad: three secondary men had been killed within three miles of the road.Their car was also crushed by a fallen tree trunk, and the burn of the annihilation left several marks in the snow. The son of a bitch is another good thing the Black Sword Brotherhood has done. After Mr. O ended the call, Mr. X said: "Listen, do you want to fight with me, or are you going to go back to work? One of them can guarantee your death now, you choose yourself." "Is this in my charge?" "As long as you give me what I need." "I've caught a lot of civilian vampires." "But they didn't find any useful information." While watching Mr. X's every move all the time, Mr. O retreated to the third pipe and moved the net cover back to its original position.He stepped on the cover and met the chief secondary man's sight impartially. "If the fraternity keeps secrets from people of its own race, there's nothing else I can do." "Maybe you just need to be more focused." Don't swear at him, Mr. O told himself, if you fail this test of willpower, your woman will go to feed the dog. While Mr. O suppressed his anger, Mr. X continued with a slight smile: "If your ability is not as simple as restraint, it may be even more admirable. As for tonight, the Brotherhood of the Black Sword will definitely go to get the one that was killed by them." A couple of guys' jars. You hurry to Mr. H's and get his jar. I'll arrange for someone else to go to Mr. A's and I'll go to Mr. D's." Mr. X stopped at the door and added: "As for the female vampire, if you only use her as an interrogation tool, then you can accept it. But if you keep her for other reasons, we will be in trouble. You'll become weak, and then I'll have to cut you into pieces and feed them to Omega." Faced with such a threat, Mr. O never even shivered.He'd survived Omega's torture once, and he thought he could do it again.For his woman, he is even willing to do anything. "Now, how are you going to answer me?" the chief secondary person asked. "Yes, teacher." It wasn't until Mr. X's car moved away that Mr. O's heart sank like a nail gun.At this moment, he really wanted to pull out the woman who belonged to him and feel her close to his body.But in that case, he would never be able to leave.He tried to calm down, trying to get the Smith & Wesson cleaned quickly and get ready to go.It wasn't great, but at least his hands stopped trembling during the cleaning process. Before leaving, he took the truck keys and installed a motion detector on the third pipe.The device worked brilliantly, as soon as the infrared light was blocked, the pistol on the tripod would be fired.Then, countless holes will appear in that curious baby's body. Mr. O is still hesitating whether to leave.God, he wanted to go and hug her.The thought of losing his woman, even if only hypothetically, drove him crazy.That vampire woman had now become his reason for living.His life is no longer for the society, nor for killing. "I'm leaving, wife, you have to be good." He waited for a while, "I'll be back soon, and then we'll give you a bath." Still no response, he asked tentatively, "Wife?" Mr. O swallowed unconsciously, even though he was telling himself that he should act like a man.But he couldn't move away until he heard her voice. "Don't let me leave without saying goodbye." Silence remains. A burst of distress slowly seeped into his heart, and his love for her was weeping.He took a deep breath, the heaviness of despair weighing on his chest.Thinking back to the love he had had before he became a second person, thinking of Jennifer, the most special woman he'd loved in years.But what a naive fool he was then.Only now did he truly understand the meaning of passion, and his female captive was like a burning wound that made him feel like a man again every moment.She replaces the soul he sold to Omega as his new soul.It is only through her that he can survive, even though he himself is already a monster like an undead. "I'll be back as soon as I can, wife." Bella curled up in the pipe, she heard the sound of the door being closed.She didn't reply, which made the second person slam the door, which made her feel relieved.She's totally out of order at last, isn't she? Ridiculous, this insanity is actually the god of death waiting for her.From the moment she woke up in the tube a few weeks ago, she knew that death would be inevitable and her body would eventually be shattered.But this is not the case, she herself sentenced herself to death.Maybe her body is still relatively healthy, but her heart has long since died. The relentless mental illness seemed to enter the room as if tangible, and took her slowly.At first, she was only concerned with fear, and could not think of anything other than torture.But then, as the days passed, what she imagined did not happen.Yeah, the second man got her, and she hated the way he stared at her body, but he didn't torture her like he did with other vampires, and he didn't rape her. Her thinking is changing accordingly.She regained her spirits and began to look forward to being rescued.The nirvana-like expectation lasted for a long time, maybe a whole week, even though I was underground, the changes in days were hard to count.Immediately afterwards, her mood was like sitting on an irreversible slide.It was the second person who made her sick.It took her a moment to realize that she seemed to have some sort of unearthly control over her captor.It took her a while to get used to the situation.At first, she only dared to push him and test his bottom line.In the end, she tried to make him feel pain and torture, for no other reason than because she hated him and wanted to make him sad. For some unknown reason, the second person who had grabbed her... fell in love with her, and loved her with all his heart.Sometimes, he would yell at her, frightening her when he was in a rage.But the strange thing is that the tougher Bella was to him, the better he was to her.Whenever she looked away, he would look around in panic; when she refused a gift he had bought, he even began to sob.He became more and more obsessed, worried, missed her, begged for her attention, even curled up in a ball beside her.When she rejected him, he would also be devastated. Playing with his emotions has become all Bella's spiritual sustenance in the world of hatred, and that cruelty is also eating away at and murdering her heart.She may have been alive once, as a daughter, a younger sister... as someone's so-and-so... But now, she has become strong, invulnerable to all poisons in the mist of Nightmare Nightmare, uncorroded like a piece of cement. The saint in the void, she knew that the second person would never let her go, and she was sure that he would eventually kill her and take away her future.The only thing she has now is this world that is entangled with him, where gods hate ghosts and ghosts, but it is endless. A feeling she hadn't recalled for a while—anxiety, rushing from her chest. Eager to return to a state of numbness, she began to focus on imagining how cold the ground was.The second person kept asking her to wear clothes brought from drawers and wardrobes at home.Cropped pants and a cardigan, along with warm socks and boots to keep some of the cold out.However, no matter how thickly she was wrapped, the cold still mercilessly penetrated into the protective layer, penetrated deep into her bones, and even her bone marrow was frozen into ice slag. She had to turn her thoughts back to her farm, the house she had lived in so recently.Thinking of the fire roaring and bouncing in the living room fireplace, the joys of being alone... bad sights, bad memories, reminding her of old life, her mother... and her brother. God, Ravenji.Rui Fanji's gesticulation once drove her to the point of going crazy.But he was undoubtedly right.If she had always lived with her family, she would never have known the human next door, Marie, and would never have crossed the meadow between the two houses that night to make sure Mary was okay, and would have run into that The secondary person... Naturally, it is impossible to be reduced to the present state, like a walking corpse, with only mechanical breathing left. She wondered how long it would take her brother to look for her. Has he given up now?Possibly, even Rui Fanji couldn't go on searching for a long time without hope. She was willing to bet that Rui Fanji must have been looking for it for a long time, but she was glad that he couldn't find it.Despite his impulsive personality, he's still just a commoner, likely to be hurt by coming to her rescue.Secondborns are powerful, cruel, and powerful.To take her back, one must have monster-like strength. Sadist's figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and the image was as clear as a photo.She seemed to see the fierce black eyes, the scar across the face that split the upper lip, and the blood slave's tattoo on the throat and wrist.She couldn't help but think of the welts on his back, the rings on his nipples, and his body that was so thin that it was only supported by muscles.Then he thought of his ferocious, uncompromising and brutal will, his incomparably high hatred.He is the dreadlord of the vampire family, a terrifying and dangerous figure.In the words of his twin brother: not decadence, but a complete mental breakdown.This may make him the most appropriate savior.For Sardist bears a resemblance to the secondary who kidnapped her, and his brutality may be the only hope of getting her out.But she also knew that she shouldn't expect him to be able to search and rescue - she was just a commoner woman who had only met him twice. And he had forced her to swear never to get near him again. Fear was closing in on her, and she tried to control her emotions, convincing herself that Revanji was still searching for her.If there was any clue as to where she was being held, the Brotherhood fighters would definitely be contacted.Next, perhaps Sardiste would come to her, as part of the duties he was called upon to perform. "Hey, is anyone here? Is anyone here?" A trembling man called out weakly, then fell silent again. It was a new captive, she thought, and every time they started, they would try to call for help. Bella coughed: "I...I am here." "Oh my god... you're the woman who got taken? Are you... Bella?" Suddenly hearing her own name, Bella was in a daze.Hell, that secondary person kept calling her "wife", and she almost forgot what she should be called. "Um... yes, it's me." "you are still alive?" Well, at least her heart was still beating, irregular or not. "you know me?" "I... I went to your funeral, with my parents. Their names are Rastam and Gilling." Bella was trembling all over, her mother and brother...had let her rest in peace.But of course they do.Her mother was religious, a fanatic of an ancient tradition.After confirming that her daughter is dead, she will definitely insist on holding a funeral that matches her identity, so that Bella will be sent to the void. Oh... God.There are two completely different feelings between guessing and actually knowing that your family has given up on the search — that no one will ever search for her again. Suddenly she heard a strange noise and realized she was sobbing. "I want to run away," said the man with a strong air, "I will take you with me." Bella's knees gave way and she slid to the floor against the wall of the pipe.Now, she's really dead, isn't she?Not just dead, but buried. The metaphor is as good as hell, because she is literally trapped under the earth with no escape.

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