Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of men with fierce faces and fierce aura approaching. Subconsciously, their legs trembled, and they backed away, not understanding what happened.

"Hey, you scared them."

"It's so funny, did you see that? They're freaking out."

"Stop rambling, get in the car quickly, we must hurry up, and don't forget the boss' order."

"of course."

Taking to the streets with a gun openly is not for fighting, but to assist the government in eradicating vampires.

To be honest, even they themselves did not expect this day to come.

Although it is very clear that the boss and the government must have reached some kind of agreement, but in the orders issued by the two, there is a sentence that is right and very much to their liking.

This is New York!

This is Manhattan!

This is Hell's Kitchen!

This is the territory of gangsters!

What kind of shit vampire, if you dare to come, you will die!

……

At this time, the head of the New York police, George Stacey, was leading the special police guarding the door anxiously.

However, it was not to stop the vampires in the building, but to meet the FBI agents who escaped from the building after being injured, as well as members of the National Guard combat team.

"In less than 10 minutes, more than half of the people were injured..."

George stared at the entrance of the building blocked by the special police holding shields. The rapid and loud gunshots, the roars of vampires, and the shouts of his companions interweaved into a terrifying piece of music.

He paced back and forth anxiously, feeling uneasy in his heart, and only one thought remained in his mind:

"How long will it take for our reinforcements to arrive?"

While thinking, he looked up at the empty sky.

About 10 minutes ago, two fighting figures flew towards the sea, and Mobias and Lucis disappeared from most people's sight.

This shows that the situation is completely out of control.

They couldn't expect Mobius to go back and eliminate the vampires in the building after finishing Lucis as soon as possible.

Thankfully, Mobias should still be sane, and realized that he could not take Lucis for a long time, so he deliberately moved the battlefield outside the urban area of ​​Manhattan - there is a high probability that it will be near the coastline, making it impossible for Lucis to command in person. These vampires he created.

George turned around and didn't care so much about it.

The most urgent task right now is to find a way to completely eliminate the vampires in the building that were mass-produced by Lucis.

However, reinforcements were delayed.

Even if you count the SWAT team next to George, compared to the astonishing number of vampires in the building, it is just a drop in the bucket and can't help.

"There are at least three or four hundred vampires inside. They are difficult to kill, and they are not afraid of bullets. They are even different from the legendary vampires—sunlight doesn't seem to be able to damage them."

Rodriguez, who had finally exited the building, had sweat on his forehead and fear in his eyes.

Twenty minutes ago, what happened in the building is still vivid in my mind.

"At present, the means we can use in the urban area can only weaken them very little. In a short period of time, we can only break their leg bones and weaken their ability to move..."

Rodriguez tells George about the inside of the building, about the vampire they encountered.

"Where's the flame?"

George said in a deep voice: "Can we find a way to burn all the vampires inside with one torch, and burn them one by one."

"Ordinary flames can cause great harm to humans, but with the powerful vitality these vampires are currently displaying, I have reason to believe that even if you burn them into mummies, they still have the ability to move beyond ordinary people."

Rodriguez was very helpless: "If you want to completely destroy them, you can only burn them to ashes. But to do this, few weapons can achieve this except for large-scale incendiary bombs."

After a pause, he emphasized: "You have to know, this is an urban area, and it is the Manhattan of New York."

Molotov cocktails in Manhattan.

Crazy? !

The president cannot afford this responsibility.

Of course George understood what Rodriguez meant, but in this way, the situation was forced into a stalemate.

Bang bang bang!

At this time, the gunfire in the building became more intense.

Mosley and a group of fully armed companions rushed out of the encirclement with difficulty, and it can be said that they were forced to exit the building.

From the outside, although Mosley and others were in a mess, they didn't have much damage on their bodies, which was okay.

"How about it?"

Rodriguez and George had hope.

"I can't stop it!"

Mosley shook his head, giving a disappointing answer.

He whispered: "I suspect that before Lucis left, he gave instructions to the vampires in the building. They seem to be sane, but they are completely out of control. They have a great desire for blood, and they bite everyone to death. ..."

"Where are our reinforcements?"

Mosley said, and couldn't help but ask, "Why hasn't anyone rushed to support?"

"The director just told me that the support troops have already set off and will arrive in about 15 minutes."

George's face was ugly, and he answered with difficulty.

"Seven minutes?"

Mosley showed disbelief: "We can block them for another 5 minutes at most... Do you know that if those vampires rush out of the building, we will be completely finished!"

"The most important thing is that we still don't even know if we will be infected after being bitten by these vampires..."

"If the person bitten by them is at risk of infection, then our wounded companions, who may even become accomplices of vampires, turn against us!!"

"Fake!"

Mosley jumped in a hurry and cursed.

"15 minutes is the limit. You are the FBI, and you know the procedures better than me."

George didn't mind Mosley's near-abusive remarks.

He knew Mosley wasn't scolding him.

"Where is the call I asked you to make?"

Suddenly, Mosley seemed to think of something: "What did the chief say? Did he message you back?"

"David Fisk?"

George reacted, nodded and said: "Director Pittman said that they agreed to provide support, and they are already on their way."

"Time." Mosley asked.

"10 minutes."

George looked at his watch and said hesitantly, "If they're on time, they should be here soon."

"Great!"

Mosley cheered up: "Finally, some good news came."

aside.

Rodriguez followed with a sigh of relief.

"It would indeed be good news for us if David Fisk brought people over."

Half of the big rock hanging in his heart was put down, and he said, "At least it will allow us to persist until the army supports us."

"Who is David Fisk?"

Seeing the reaction of the two, George couldn't help being curious, and asked, "Why do you have so much confidence in him?"

"You don't even know him?"

Mosley and Rodriguez looked at each other.

"David is indeed very low-key. Except for those who have been in contact with him, few other people know this name."

Mosley thought for a while and explained: "He is the boss of Fiske Pharmaceuticals."

"Just a businessman?"

George doubted: "I've never even heard of the name of Fiske Pharmaceuticals."

"Of course not."

Rodriguez interjected: "The businessman is just his own packaging. His most important identity is the younger brother of Wilson Fisk, and he is also closely related to Pushkin."

"Wilson Fisk? Pushkin?"

"The overlord of New York, and the big boss of the underworld on the East Coast?"

George murmured, and after reacting, he opened his eyes wide with extreme shock.

He looked at the two people in front of him, and never imagined that Mosley and Rodriguez, as FBI agents, would bet their chance on a gangster at such a critical moment.

But their chief, Giles Pittman, agreed!

If someone said this to him usually, he would only think it was a child's play.

However, in today's context, it seems that...

God comes.

"You guys are so brave!"

George was speechless for a while, and held back for a few seconds before bursting out such a sentence from between his teeth.

Da da da!

At this time, the police officers who were in charge of blocking the block and evacuating the people came running wildly.

"Sheriff Stacey, something has happened! A group of gangsters, with weapons, surrounded the entire block!!"

His face changed wildly, and he shouted loudly: "They are confronting us, and they said they came under orders! Sheriff, what should we do? Should we send a negotiator over?"

"coming!"

Mosley, Rodriguez, and George all had their eyes lit up.

"coming?"

The police officer who reported the situation looked confused: "What's coming? Call a negotiator?"

"Let them in!"

George knows how to be flexible and knows that this is the best way at present.

Instant acceptance of reality.

Now, with one's own side retreating in a row and almost falling apart, only by letting this group of gangsters who live in the shadow of Manhattan, are good at maintaining underground order, and are full of force to help, can the situation be completely stabilized.

"what?"

The police officer was confused again: "You mean, those gangsters really came to help?"

"Stop talking nonsense and let them in!!"

George wanted to give his subordinate two slaps and let him figure out the situation.

soon.

A group of strong men arrived outside the building.

They surrounded Mosley, Rodriguez, and George, and even a group of police officers and wounded, like sandwich biscuits.

"David, you came just in time."

Mosley walked to the front of the crowd, the man in the wheelchair.

David Fisk is disabled?