Abyss Express

London time · Three thirty-six in the morning.

On the streets of the busy city outside the Christmas Cheese Bar, the cold rain could not quench the fighting enthusiasm of the blood nobles.

The dark red long table booths are crowded with people, and the thugs who eat and sleep on the street are all scumbags. According to the writing in "Kong Yiji"-the bartender and waiters stand behind the long and narrow Quchi counter. Going to the second floor, there are noble guests of the blood family in long gowns and dresses.

The story has to start with a pair of brothers.

The older one was called Hendry Turalyon.

The one who was not so old was called Riemann Turalyon.

One of the brothers lived in the Parish of Queens and the other in the Brotherhood of the Bloody Hands.

The elder brother is a dentist and the younger brother is a bassist.

Both of them are not blood clans, and occasionally they will take dirty work from nobles and nobles as living allowances.

The so-called dirty work is nothing more than intimidation, extortion and kidnapping.

Although they belong to different parishes, the two brothers are also two watermelons growing on the same vine.

The elder brother Hendler earns a good salary in the Queen's Diocese, and occasionally goes to referee football games part-time.

The younger brother Riemann took away all the inheritance of the family. They are not short of money, but they are short of fun.

Until today, the fun is great——

—The two brothers meet at a long table in Pub Street.

Homesickness is a mandate written in pounds sterling.

The older brother is on the Red Queen's side, and the younger brother is on the Fraternity's end.

The three blood nobles talked about the division of the territory on the second floor, and their faces were red-faced - like a piece of beef leg in a cat and a mouse with three strokes.

The food stalls and wine cabinets on the first floor are crowded with people.

Counting from the intersection to the end of the street, there were almost several hundred young people carrying murder weapons.

The guys at the long table were all kinds of people.

Hockey sticks, golf clubs.

A hammer from the hardware store or a boning thick-ridge knife from the butchery.

All the murder weapons you can imagine, which ordinary people can get, can be found here.

People gathered in groups of three or four, waiting for the signal to start the war on the second floor.

The consuls of the various dioceses spoke of head bounties with the little ones in their ranks.

In this civilized society, people don't need to use the ear piece method of the barbaric era, nor do they need to bring back the enemy's head or teeth as trophies-these ordinary people who work for blood gangs will be recorded by the camera in their heroic fighting posture. This video Maybe it will be sent to a dark web auction.

The families of the blood nobles were leaning against the window sill on the second floor, playing poker in front of the big round table. Occasionally, an attendant would bring a large iron plate containing the number plates of different table numbers.

——As we all know, there is a traditional habit of betting on horses in HK. This ritual of obtaining huge wealth cannot be separated from the precepts and deeds of the British Concession.

And the things in these iron plates are the "horses" on the table number, and a table of people is counted as a horse.

The nobles are not only inside the casino, but also outside the casino. If there is a good horse that wins the first prize, they have to be included in the ranks of the blood clan. If they can win the favor of the holy blood, there will be a mistress of the parish to hold a blood donation ceremony for the warriors.

Compared to the minecart race at the Mimir Hot Spring Fair, the blood nobles are very polite and civilized.

They did not allow the people under their command to bring firearms into the arena. They cooperated with the Commonwealth police early on to draw out the hunting grounds and paid enough protection fees. There were also many righteous police officers who occasionally participated in the race after get off work. .

For the nobles on the second floor——

——How to distribute the land in London, who owns the blood pool, these are not things they fight for by themselves.

"After all, the clothes of adults are very expensive." Brother Hengdele covered his mobile phone with mischievous eyebrows, and made a private call with his younger brother: "They won't do it themselves."

"Brother, what will we do later?" Riemann covered his forehead, squeezed among a bunch of punks, feeling at a loss, "Is there really going to be a fight? What should I do? I don't care about swinging sticks at you." Can't do it."

Heng Dele rubbed his black hair, looked across the street, found his younger brother among the densely packed heads, and said, "This is the first time we have participated in this kind of ceremony, and this is a rare opportunity."

Riemann's breathing also became short of breath: "It's been a long, long time since a race like this has been done."

Heng Dele: "Thanks to the early death of the Red Queen's godparents, otherwise we would never have the chance to enter the social circle of nobles in this life."

Riemann: "But brother, let alone first-class horses, can we really become top-class horses?"

Heng Dele: "Are you scared?"

Riemann: "No, I'm not afraid. I just don't want one of us to be a dead horse."

Hendler: "I have prepared a secret weapon."

Riemann: "What is it?"

At a distance of about twenty meters, a sturdy Doberman pinscher emerged from the bright red tablecloth under the long table seat on the west side of the street, and its dog leash was hanging on Dr. Hendler's wrist superior.

"Humph" Brother Hengdele was proud, "The consul only said that firearms are not allowed, but he didn't say that pets or hounds are not allowed. With it, at least no one would dare to take the initiative to trouble me. It is my life talisman. "

Riemann was so jealous that he deformed: "Brother! You are so despicable! You are a doctor who pulls out teeth and treats people - are you training hounds after get off work? Give a kill order to this beast?"

Heng Dele looked coldly, tearing his face: "Stupid brother! I hand over all the family property, let you play music and pursue your ideals - you have accepted this love, and now you have to repay it, no matter what , I ask you to do things for me in the Bloody Hand Brotherhood camp, and send the heads of several bands around you to my baseball bat."

"Impossible!" Riemann cursed: "You fucking. You fucking! Do you want me to sell my soul? Music is my life! How could I betray these partners casually?! Brother! Don't hurt my heart again!"

"Then what are you going to do? I can hire the most powerful lawyer in the UK to sue you for the distribution of your parents' property." Heng Dele squinted, scratched the fat chin of the Doberman, and with twenty The twin brothers outside of Duomi negotiated terms: "I can make you a pauper with just one word, and you owe me this."

"You!" Riemann sweated coldly, with killing intent in his eyes: "You!"

Heng Dele's tone was cold: "Do you want to kill me? Kill my brother? Like we sent our parents to the cemetery? Kill me reasonably and legally? You have been facing the physical education teacher's tight body since you were thirteen years old. Sweatpants drool, dirty bastard - you begged me to help you fake your report card, escape your father's stick, avoid your mother's scolding, and finally conspire with me because you have no money kill them."

Riemann: "Shut up."

Heng Dele: "I've done everything for you, brother, this is the only request for an older brother."

Riemann gritted his teeth: "You son of a bitch, you speak so nicely, you, like me, are a bad guy who oozes pus - I really thought for a moment that you were for my own good, you put me As another self. But today, I finally understand."

Right now, right now.

Opposite the Riemann boy's table, sat a tall and mighty young man.

Ah Xing just ordered a glass of whiskey with the consul, it is cheap and delicious Iron Knight.

With two cubes of ice, you can buy a large bottle of 700 milliliters for less than ten pounds.

Before leaving, the consul also talked to Bu Liuxing.

"Are you sure you are an adult?"

Ah Xing took the wine bottle and replied with a smile: "I just came of age! Just put your mind at ease!"

The consul couldn't recognize this new face, but only knew that the little helpers of the Bloody Hand Brotherhood came and went round after round. The criminal career of these punk rebels usually didn't last long, and occasionally they had the wit to become bigger and stronger. Ghosts, they usually go to Italy to retire immediately after making a fortune.

The consul had seen a lot of young people like Bu Liuxing, so he didn't care too much.

It's just that he was wearing a black coat with a hood, and he only held a shiny silver cane in his hand.

This appearance made the Consul almost mistake Meteor for sitting at the wrong table. Perhaps this little gentleman should report to the Red Queen Diocese——

—He should be upstairs, he shouldn't be downstairs.

Waiting for Meteor to find a random seat with the bottle in hand, he sat next to Riemann boy familiarly.

He listened to the conversation between the two brothers, and the more he listened, the more angry he became, and he saw that the rose red stone in the hood was about to start to spark.

"Is that how your brother treats you?"

Riemann covered the microphone, looking panicked.

If the punk band mates knew he had a brother who lived in the parish of the Red Queen, these rebellious boys would never play music with him again.

After all, what punks hate most is the old-fashioned goth who follows the rules.

In other words, these musicians like blood races very much, but hate nobles——

——Especially those weird people who have not yet become a blood race, wear long clothes and carry a walking stick, engage in retro fashion in the Red Queen District, and speak in a cadence.

Riemann: "Keep your voice down!"

Bu Meteor's voice became louder and louder: "What's wrong? What's wrong?! What's wrong?!! Your brother wants you to be a traitor to our Brotherhood of Blood Hands! Can't you say such a thing? Is it embarrassing to say it? something?"

Riemann's face turned pale in an instant.

The meteor's voice was as loud as thunder, and it was impossible to cover the microphone with just hands.

The expression of Dr. Hendler across the street became very exciting, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

All in all—embarrassing, fucking embarrassing.

These words don't need a mobile phone to transmit the sound, the noise of the raindrops hitting the plastic cloth shed can't cover Ah Xing's bluffing at all.

I saw this weird oriental flamboyant and flamboyant, as if he was performing an opera.

"Brotherhood brothers! There's a traitor here! He's trying to sell his friends and give his own brother some heads. How can you put up with this guy? I smell sick just sitting next to him !It stinks!"

Meteor covered his nose coyly, stood up immediately, and rushed to the middle of the avenue with the wine.

The musicians at the same table all looked at Riemann boy with doubts in their eyes.

"No, it's not what he said! No!" Riemann wanted to explain, but had no chance to explain.

In the alleys on the west side, many people have followed Ah Xing and stood up, wanting to gather around and ask for clarification.

Meteor walking in the rain, the iron knight's cane left pits on the blue bricks of the pedestrian street, and the iron knight's wine bottle in his hand showed a piece of golden yellow.

He held his head high and raised his chest before the Red Queen parish.

"Henderle Turalyon! How dare you insult this sacred ceremony? Look at your inhuman appearance! Everyone at your table is like you? You want to kidnap your brother with money, call Did he betray his friends? Have you never memorized the Mad Butterfly Bible? During the initiation ceremony, you forgot all about friendship and teachings?"

He pointed at them one by one, and his taunting skills were full.

"The suits and dresses on your body are more expensive than the other. Do you think that you will become a nobleman if you wear expensive things? Our Brotherhood of Blood Hands will enter Buckingham Palace within three days, and even your Red Queen's vegetative life support tube will be pulled out for you. Aww!"

The tripartite talks on the second floor have just ended.

The diplomats and their relatives from three different dioceses are like an amiable family, still drawing different lines on the satellite map of London, using elegant letters to sneer and say some cruel and swear words in British cold humor .

But the noise from the ground floor disturbed the minds of the diplomats.

They felt anxious, as if a kind of passionate inspiration burst from the wine cellar containers downstairs.

"Why so noisy?"

"what happened?"

"They're already fighting? No! The game hasn't started yet! We haven't negotiated the odds yet! How do you make money without odds?"

The consul hurriedly rushed from the first floor to the second floor, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and talked to the nobles about their difficulties and reasons.

"I'm sorry, I made the adults laugh. The thing is like this. In our two factions, there is a pair of brothers. They have discussed it and want to use some tricks in Marseille."

Wait until the consul explained the whole story clearly, especially when the little tricks of the brothers were exposed in front of people.

The blood nobles finally understood where the passionate shouts downstairs came from.

But it will take at least three minutes to make these words clear.

These three minutes are enough for Ah Xing to do many, many things——

——His fate with the two Turalyon brothers was over, and that innocent and romantic face was replaced by an angry and stern expression.

He pointed at the people on both sides of the street, and drank all the 700 milliliters of wine in one breath.

"Brothers, what are we throwing our heads and blood for the Red Queen and the Brotherhood?"

"It's nothing more than three things, holy blood, social status, and money."

"The two brothers have worked so hard to use such a dirty trick in Marseille, I'm afraid this game is also dirty! The big shots sitting on the second floor have already chosen the champion, we are just working in vain! "

"No way? No one really thinks that with a knife and a club in his hand, and a bit of ruthlessness, he can become a high-class person? Become a blood nobleman?"

A deadly silence hangs over this old street with a history of more than 400 years.

Riemann was beaten black and blue by his tablemate.

Facing the disdainful eyes of his companions, Dr. Hendler just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. Under such turbulent and terrifying pressure several times, he almost couldn't hold the dog leash in his hand.

The Doberman Pinscher seemed to sense the embarrassment of his master, grinning at Bu Liuxing and barking loudly.

The sudden barking disturbed the leisure and elegance of the nobles on the second floor. The wives of the diplomats were still playing cards. The cards trembled with the barking of the hounds. The wives frowned and looked under the window sill, and immediately picked up their pistols— —

——Four groups of dazzling gun flames lit up from the second floor.

More than a hundred bullets were poured on the body of this Doberman pinscher, and the corpse was whipped repeatedly without mercy.

Dr. Hengdele evaded repeatedly, rolled and crawled on the wet masonry road with his tablemate in embarrassment, fell down until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and finally survived.

Now it's a lot of fun--

——I could still hear the sound of heavy breathing.

The cold gun flames extinguished all people's delusions.

"Keep quiet." The consul stood in the rain with a solemn expression, pointing at Meteor's nose disrespectfully: "Who do you think you are? If you dare to talk nonsense again, this dog won't be the only one who died on the street! I understand ?"

Meteor gritted his teeth: "I don't understand!"

The consul's eyes were bleeding: "Are you courting death?"

Meteor was furious, but grabbed the consul's corsage lining with one hand: "I don't understand? What did it do wrong? What did this dog do wrong!"

The big-eyed boy from the East pouted aggrievedly. He pointed at the big Doberman Pinscher in the rain. It had turned into a steaming corpse, and the heavy metal content was definitely beyond the standard.

"It just barks a few times! It just wants to protect its master! It faithfully carries out your orders again and again! It's just for a few pieces of meat! A few banknotes!"

"It just wants you to see it as a human being!"

"But does it have to die just because some vampire whores upstairs are playing cards?"

"You beasts! Are you going to shoot me more than a hundred times like killing it?"

The consul was stunned, he didn't understand where the strange kid's anger came from.

It's just that the other party's arm and wrist tightly strangled the throat, and even the body of the vampire, under the strong arm wrapped in the black and gold two-color clothes, began to make terrifying noises of bone cracking.

"You vomit."

There is fire in Bu Meteor's eyes——

"—The most important thing is! The most important thing is!"

The Consul was so speechless that he had to shake the summons bell from under his clothes.

The attendant came in response to the call, and wanted to step forward to break Bu Meteor's arm, but when the fleshy palm touched the broad arm, blood was drawn out by the sharp rifling.

"The most unbearable thing for me is!" Bu Meteor twisted the neck of the blood-sucking monster violently: "You actually made my dearest waiter cry!"

At this very moment—

——Doctor Hendler felt unbelievable.

Next to the body of the Doberman pinscher, squatting an oriental beauty.

Holding the minced meat, the girl tried to put the corpse together again and again.

Her face was full of tears, and her expression was miserable, as if a bullet had hit her body.

3301's heart is going to be broken. After finally meeting a big, kind-hearted dog in a foreign country, he might be able to howl with wolves to awaken the other's ancient memories, and chat in a different language.

Just as she leaned forward to touch the restless inner world of the hound, the relentless bullet rain turned the loyal hound into more than thirty pieces of steaming dog meat.

To use a wonderful analogy, it’s like you saw an innocent, helpless, fierce and cute little girl on the side of the road, and she died in front of you, under the eyes of hundreds of people, in the jurisdiction of the Commonwealth Police Four guns, eight magazines smashed into a puddle of meat.

The blood consul's neck was broken, but he was still alive.

Just destroying the movement center is not enough——

——The vitality of these bat-shaped monsters is extremely strong.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, the meaning is completely different.

This is not a fair and open competition with weapons, but a strange ceremony in which people will bleed and die, and even the vampires will shoot and kill people in person.

Almost everyone is chewing on Bu Meteor's implication.

Are they not dogs?

For the dignitaries in gowns and dresses on the second floor——

——Perhaps as long as the gun is shifted, no matter how high the horse is, it will be served as delicious horse meat, and the nobles will dislike the rough and chewy horse meat, which is not as delicious as the girl's blood.

In the cold rainy night, there was only a dark thunderclap.

"Breaking your neck won't kill you, right?!"

Bu Meteor violently picked up the decapitated blood bat.

"I learned a trick from Mr. Victor! It's an excellent cold treatment method for the spine!"

The golden butterfly leaps up—

——Leaving a deep hole in the shape of a dream catcher on the flat ground.

"You have to hold on!"

At this moment, Ah Xing recalled in his mind the execution technique taught by Mr. Victor in words and deeds. It was the stunt Wen Bucai used when he dealt with David Victor for the first time. Because the method was too cruel, Mr. David learned this trick—— Later, Wen Bucai changed the name of this trick to "the devil will never cry and cry", which is a wicked name. Why is it wicked? Because the literal translation of [David]'s real name is [Devil (devil)], maybe every time he thinks of this trick, Mr. Victor will feel his heart tighten and his nose sour.

The nobles on the second floor on the side of West Street saw a human-shaped cannonball hugging the consul's bat body and smashing into the guardrail, flying and falling-slamming on the second floor platform.

The blood is like a fountain, dyeing the satellite map of London red.

The three diplomats still didn't understand what happened, they just felt a little hot spittle on their faces.

The radial blood left a strange pattern on the carpet in the shape of a warrior drawing a sword—it was sprayed from the blood vessels in the neck, and the patterns drawn under different pressures of the veins and arteries were extremely efficient in destroying the spine keel. Accurate and super talented.

The blood-born lady who was close was covered in blood by the flying bone fragments, disfiguring her face on the spot.

The blood-sucking woman who was far away fired her gun while approaching the invulnerable and strong boy, and finally stepped forward——

—a hard punch.

Ah Xing's body was knocked crooked, and he was beaten to the point of staring by the huge power of the bat spirit. Even the wolf-head mask was shaken off and closed smoothly. Blood-red eyes lit up from the dark hood, revealing the rose pyroxene psychic death. the third eye.

——Ah Xing stood firm and returned a fair and just punch.

Seeing that the head of this beautiful and sexy girl turned around ten times, she finally stopped, not completely dead yet!

——Ah Xing followed up with the bullying, demeanor-less second punch.

The punching wind from the skull was like hot lava, sprinkled on the table of Quchi counter on the second floor, changing the body temperature of this cold-blooded animal from 20 degrees to 37 degrees.

I saw this terrifying golden-masked kobold pick up the iron knight's warhammer and whip the demon's corpse up and down.

The diplomats finally wiped the blood off their faces. They happened to see the fake werewolf pull out the summoning bell from the carrying bag.

"Ding bell" sound.

A real werewolf with the same huge figure and also wearing the Morpho iron suit fell from the ceiling.

The blood bats fired their guns, and their facial features twisted and deformed in an instant amidst howling.

The onlookers on the first floor had already started to flee, and there were still busybodies who were going to watch the excitement and have fun, but they were immediately smashed into meatloaf by the bat corpses flying upside down and rolling down from the second floor.

There is no harsh words of gambling.

No code words for gangsters.

Only the sound of gunfire and rain.

There was the cry of the devil.