Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 1018 Don't Let Them Take Credit

A deserted riverside factory.

You could call Gavrilovic shameless.

Because he brought Sombra and Black Jack to the place, there were already several other steel vampires waiting here.

As soon as Sombra entered the factory, he was besieged by those steel vampires at the same time. Fortunately, Black Jack's long-range attack was also good, and quickly helped Sombra to tear a gap, allowing him to escape.

"Boss, these two guys are still a little real."

One of the vampires whose face was scorched by the black shadow's flame palm, and half of the alloy face bone was smashed into deformation, spit bloody saliva, and the distorted appearance looked grotesque and terrifying.

"A bit? Looks like you used the wrong word, right? I beat all six of you one by one, and you all failed, but I didn't lose even a hair."

The black shadow laughed wildly, and Black Jack was silently on guard on the second floor, silent as if he was a shadow.

"Boss, the one on the second floor is also a vampire, right? Why did he get mixed up with a hunter?"

This vampire's arm was sliced ​​open by the shadow. Under the skin and muscles, the silver metal could hardly hang on the blood, and the cold light of metal shone in the dim factory.

"Let's stop talking nonsense, get rid of the two of them first, and then go to get other targets! We must be fast, and we can't let 'those' guys get ahead of us and take all the credit."

As Gavrilovich said, he took the lead and attacked in the direction of the shadow, while the remaining six vampires split into two groups in an instant, one group rushed with Gavrilovich, and the other A wave went straight to Black Jack.

Too much fighting turned the abandoned factory into a dangerous building, crumbling, and the dust on the walls and ceilings kept falling, and if you were not careful, you would lose your eyesight.

A shattered titanium alloy vampire head, spinning on the ground like a bumpy ball, spinning, spinning.

Finally, it stopped at Gavrilovich's feet stained with a lot of crimson viscous liquid.

"You are really good at fighting. You are the first guy who can kill my men without using heavy weapons, and you can also hurt me."

Gavrilovich scratched his broken cheek, and his words were a bit leaky.

Seeing the blood flowing down the alloy finger, Gavrilovich frowned.

(End of this chapter)