In Brooklyn, this area of ​​mixed human settlements is the place where police don’t like duty the most. The reason why they don’t like it is simply because it is too dirty and messy, and there are many gangsters, and some famous gangsters will also stay here.

Therefore, generally speaking, when attending, the Brooklyn Police Department officers park their cars in a relatively quiet street and spend a leisurely day in the car.

The gangsters in this area also tacitly avoided this police-specially "patrol" street. Although the police here are lazy, it does not mean that they are not in charge.

If you are caught, you will be unlucky.

...

In a police car parked in front of the restaurant, two young police officers looked at each other. The officer sitting in the driver's seat spread his hands forward and placed a five-cent coin on his palm.

At this moment, he looked at his companion with a sly smile: "Roy, I'm going to start. If you guess wrong, then lunch..."

The policeman gestured to the restaurant next to him with his eyes, which was very obvious.

The policeman Roy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stared at the policeman's hands without blinking, snorted, and urged anxiously: "Start quickly, Reid, I have asked about the deliciousness of lunch."

"Don't be too proud, Roy." Seeing Roy so 'arrogant' Reed glanced at him hatefully, muttering in his mouth that he threw the coin upwards, and then the moment the coin fell, his left hand was on the upper and right hand was on the lower.

Hold it in your palm!

"Which side is facing up?" Reed raised his eyebrows and said provocatively.

Roy glanced at his friend lightly, and his dark eyes glanced at Reid's merged hands indifferently, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I think it should be Mr. President."

"Open it!"

Roy said to Reid after he gave his answer.

Reed did not hesitate. After Roy gave the answer, he spread his left hand directly. However, what surprised him was that the coin lying in his right hand was really facing upwards!

"Oh my God, Roy, you have so lucky. What time has this been? Do you have any skills? Otherwise, how could you guess every time?"

Seeing that he lost again, Reed couldn't help but cover his face and complain.

"Because only Mr. Jefferson would treat him to a meal. The other side is not possible." Roy smiled and gave an answer that was not the answer.

"Okay, I'll change a coin next time." Reed sighed and said unfairly: "Tell me, what do you need this time?"

Reid put the coin away, pushed open the car door and turned around and asked.

"As usual!"

"good……"

Before Reed could finish speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from an ordinary two-story building not far away from them. With the loud noise, a black shadow broke through the wall, flew backwards from the second floor, and then slammed hard on the road.

Dong!

A large pit was smashed by black shadows on the hard-ground Youbai Road, gravel splashed everywhere, and dense cracks spread from the pit to the surroundings.

Reed, who had just gotten out of the car, felt the ground under his feet tremble. In surprise, he quickly turned his head to look at the place where the accident happened.

Bang!

A harsh gunshot sounded, and Reid was shocked, his face suddenly changed. Just as he was about to ask Roy to call for support, he found that his friend got out of the car first, and then shouted at him in a hurry: "The speed call for support is not something that ordinary people like us can interfere."

As soon as he finished speaking, Reid saw Roy pulling his pistol quickly from his waist. Then he rushed towards the accident point like wind.

Reed looked at Roy's back helplessly, and could only bend down and take out the walkie-talkie from the middle of the car to contact the station...

On the other side, in the small building where the black shadow flew backwards, Hodge stood at the gap that was broken by the vampire called Dracula by Rachel, looking down at the vampire who was lying on the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

He patted his hands without any dust, gently stroked the infinite gloves on his right hand, and said lightly to Rachel who was shocked beside him: "Is this what you call the ancestor of vampire?"

"It's really weak!"

Rachel took back the silver-white pistol in her hand. Hodge looked relaxed with anger and said angrily: "For us normal people, he is invincible!"

When Rachel said this, she seldom bit the word "normal"!

Obviously, after feeling the strength of Hodge's iceberg, she had already attributed him to a non-human.

Hodge smiled at Rachel's tone and didn't care. After all, his mouth was on others, and Hodge couldn't care what they wanted to say.

"He doesn't seem to die yet, and his life is quite tenacious."

Hodge sighed as he looked at Dracula, who was lying on the ground and struggling to stand up.

"Of course, don't look young, this old monster has lived for centuries, and my great-grandfather died at the hands of him and another man."

"Your great-grandfather?" Hodge looked at Rachel in surprise, not expecting that a vampire could pull out a family.

"Yes, my great-grandfather, Van Helsing, the most famous vampire hunter in the nineteenth century, once sealed this guy, but he was rescued by another person, and then in two battles, my great-grandfather died at his hands." Speaking of his great-grandfather, Rachel looked admiring and yearning.

Hodge looked at Rachel's eyes with stars and sighed in his heart. This girl had probably been brainwashed by her family. What is there to worship a vampire?

"Well, your great-grandfather chose to seal him, what about you?"

Looking at Dracula, who was covering her chest and holding her body up with pain, Hodge asked lightly.

Rachel's shot just now was very accurate and hit Durcula's heart directly. Unfortunately, although the silver bullets were very harmful to him, they could not take away his life.

Rachel frowned and looked at Dracula who was trembling and standing up. Her pale skin, light golden hair, her face was handsome and charming, and her scarlet pupils showed his uniqueness. Her originally decent outfit had become ragged and covered with dust.

"Seal him. According to the notes left by my grandfather, he is immortal and we have no way to kill him." After thinking for a long time, Rachel decided.

Hearing Rachel's decision, Hodge shrugged and smiled. The so-called immortal body just didn't encounter a stronger power, but Hodge didn't care about these things, even if Dracula ran out in the future, he wouldn't care about his affairs.

"Then I'll leave it to you. Your great-grandfather must have left a way to seal him." Hodge looked at Dracula, whose wounds were recovering rapidly below, curled his lips, and his eyes flashed with red lights, and a red heat ray hit Dracula, who had no reaction at all.

Before Dracula could stand firm, she was knocked away by Hodge again. This time, the expensive and unknown clothes on him were completely scrapped. Hodge never liked the kind of person who was obviously sure to win, but he liked long-lasting provocations, leaving the enemy with a mobile phone.

He himself was not such a person, so the moment Durcula was knocked away again, Hodge rushed up a little bit at the ground under his feet, preparing to remove his limbs so that Rachel could seal with peace of mind.

However, just as Hodge had just rushed to Durcula, a golden shadow suddenly caught a glimpse of the light of his eyes. The shadow was very fast. Hodge was shocked. Before he could react, the golden figure had quickly arrived in front of him.

Hodge opened his eyes wide, looked at the familiar strange man, and then felt a heavy punch in his chest. Hodge only felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body threw it out like a shell.

Rumble!

Hodge flew backwards and smashed four or five buildings in a row, then he barely stopped.

Steady his body, Hodge narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed through his pupils, and the power slowly flowed in his body!

Hodge looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared, without saying a word, and rushed back at a faster speed. After the man said, "Bully the weak, accept the punishment of justice!" After this made him look dark, he punched the man directly in the face.

"You are sick!" Hodge's words were in standard Chinese.
Chapter completed!