People Working for System in Marvel - Chapter 11
Chapter 11 Blade is a bit talkative
The charm of spicy hot pot is that you can’t bear to stop your chopsticks even though it’s so spicy.
Spicy, not taste, but pain.
Pain, addictive!
So love to eat spicy and shake.
Off topic.
Mike chose to “hide” in the Bigfoot gang’s warehouse. The Bigfoot gang’s case was not yet closed. After the police collected evidence, they put the seal on it. There are also white lines on the ground marking the position and posture of the corpse.
Mike didn’t know when the vampires would come to the door, so he simply moved the hot pot guy over, not at all nervous before the war.
Mike glanced at Blade and asked, “How did you find this place?”
Blade didn’t answer Mike’s question, but instead asked, “You know me?”
“certainly.”
Mike replied: “Since you choose to fight against vampires, you should be able to collect relevant information. You are famous among vampires. You should be called ‘Blade Warrior’ or ‘Daywalker’.”
“Daywalker, I prefer this title.” Blade actually thought about it seriously.
“Okay, Blade.” Mike played the old trick again, “please sit down, do you want to eat?”
Blade is half-human and half-vampires. He lack desire for human food, and the red soup in the pot is boiling and rolling. Are you sure this is food, not some kind of chemical weapon?
“No, it’s fine.”
Blade refused decisively, “However, are you not worried at all?”
“Is worrying useful?”
“It’s useless.”
“That’s it.”
“But….”
“No but… Blade.”
Mike interrupted Blade, “You have too many questions, out of courtesy, you should answer mine first.”
“Vampires are my prey, you are vampire’s prey. So…”
“The mantis catches the cicada and the oriole behind?”
“Sorry, but—yes. As for how to find you… I caught a Deacon Firth subordinate, and I have a lot of experience in ‘communicating’ with vampires, and Deacon’s subordinates don’t win at all, Talk a little bit of ‘reason’, and he will tell you what you want to know.” Blade glanced outside the warehouse, “If there is no accident, Deacon and his men will surround this place within fifteen minutes. So I want to go. If so, it’s still too late.”
It’s a bit too much, and it doesn’t match Mike’s memory of Blade. But people are here to report a letter to save you, what’s the matter with a few more words?
Favorability +1.
“Twenty minutes.” Mike said without end.
“What?” Blade was confused.
“I mean, it takes at least 20 minutes for a vampire to talk.” Mike explained with a smile: “This is hell’s kitchen, and the demons are dancing around. Are vampires great? Run into other people’s territory aggressively, don’t other gangs lose face?”
Either fight or communicate.
Mike guessed it was the latter.
Vampires set up factories in Hell’s Kitchen, indicating that there is a cooperation or some kind of agreement with a local gang.
Whether it is the former or the latter, it will take time.
“Hahaha, funny…” Mike laughed.
Fucking hell’s kitchen.
Blade: (⊙︿⊙), the situation is different from what he thought.
First, the prey hunted by vampires ate spicy hot pot in the warehouse carelessly.
Then the prey has no trace of fear.
This made Blade think of a possibility, and his eyes were burning under the sunglasses.
Mike guessed what Blade was thinking, and said, “Yes, I leaked the information myself. It’s not certain who is the hunter and who is the prey. Are you really not going to eat it…”
Mike doesn’t forget invite him.
Blade: “…”
Looking at the boiling red soup,
At a certain moment, he actually had the idea of whether or not to try it.
“What a horrible thought.”
Blade decided to divert his attention and caught a glimpse of two swords reclining beside the sofa.
“Is this your weapon?”
Two silver samurai swords, sponsored by Fat Jerry, plus the Nichirin Sword in the system space, exactly three.
“Yes.” Mike said, “I’m a three swordsman.”
Blade: [???]
Three Swordsmen?
Heard it for the first time.
And there are only two swords, where did the third sword come from?
Blade was silent for two seconds, changed his original plan, and said, “I can stay and help.”
“No, no, no, no need!”
Mike quickly rejected the kindness of Blade.
The commission to rescue Lisa has ended. Dealing with Deacon is the after-sales service that Mike paid for himself – although Fat Jerry’s sassy operation allows Mike not to lose money, or even make a small profit.
But it’s good to use the attached card to gain experience by the way.
Blade doesn’t know if Mike is confident or arrogant, but he’s never been a “I’m here for you, don’t let me help” kind of superhero.
He took a deep look at Mike and said, “Hope you survive.” He left the warehouse.
Under the words, he still don’t like Mike.
After hunting down Deacon for many years, Blade knew Deacon well. Deacon Frost fights are okay, but cunning and rarely seen in public. During the battle, the younger brother must go first, the advantage is to shoot the guns and sneak attacks from the back, run away immediately when the opportunity is wrong, and sell the younger brother without blinking.
After Blade left the warehouse, he did not leave, but hid in the dark as planned.
More than 20 minutes later, several cars drove into the dock area at high speed and braked hard outside the warehouse. The tires rubbed against the ground, making a sour sound and pulling out long traces.
Mike glanced outside and calmly took out two cards: “Use the cards.”
Fifty or so vampires got out of the car, and there was a sense of sight of young and dangerous gathering. Deacon Frost in suits and leather shoes, one stop ahead, the image of a talker in Causeway Bay comes alive.
With a wave of Deacon’s hand, the vampires behind him flanked the warehouse from both wings, and the remaining seven or eight followed behind, and he entered the warehouse.
The moment he saw Mike, Deacon thought of the portrait puzzle that Sansa had made, and he just wanted to spray people: why is this the same person?
I just hate that Sansa is dead and can’t kill it again.
But Deacon Frost was instantly certain that it was the right man.
There was no fear in Mike’s eyes, there was a hint of ambiguous playfulness. This made Deacon Frost irritable and angry—
Humans, why are you not afraid!
You should be afraid!
Must be afraid!
Then crawl at the feet of the noble blood clan and beg for help.
“It’s you?”
“That’s right. You shouldn’t be here…”
“kill him!”
Deacon Frost snapped, forgetting the idea of grabbing Mike and slowly torturing.
“whispering sound.”
Four vampires rushed towards Mike from four directions.
bass!
Two silver katana swords unsheathed.
With a flash of light, two arcs were drawn, and the four vampires were lightly cut into black and gray ash.
Mike smiled: “Come one to kill one, two to kill one pair, four to kill two squares…”
Deacon didn’t give Mike a chance to pretend, he took the submachine gun from his subordinates and shot at Mike frantically.
Mike closed his eyes, Observation Haki activated.
At that moment, Deacon felt as if he was being stared at by a colorful tiger, and he was the little white rabbit shivering under the tiger’s gaze.
I saw Mike holding swords in both hands, dancing in front of him, cutting all the warheads in half.
ding ding ding…
“How can it be!”
Deacon Frost was stunned.
So the question is, can Blade cut bullets with a swords?
Answer: No!
Blade who can’t cut bullets with a sword, but chases and kills the vampires alone.
Deacon understood that it was time to retreat strategically and sell his little brother.