Chapter 6 This Wave of Advantage Is Mine

My name is Victor Deacon, fifth generation, from the Deacon Family, a [Baron] who assists Lord Wesker in governing his subordinate territories.

But that damn traitor, Brad!

His traces appeared in the area I am responsible for, and I must do something.

There have always been different opinions in the family on how to deal with this person with the blood of the "Daywalker".

Why should he, who has the same blood, not suffer the torture of darkness and dampness, and bathe freely in the sun that is poisonous to us!

This damn bastard often ruins our good things! Killing his own people!

I must knock him to the ground and drag him back to the family!

But I am not worried, after all, he is only one person, and those names about him, such as the "Blade Warrior", are just jokes in my opinion.

I will make sure he never comes back!

〈One Month Later...〉

Oh, guys, what can I say? ! (what can i say? ）

We were too careless. We didn't expect that Brad had some skills. He destroyed our three bars and burned down two human blood factories, causing heavy losses.

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Lord Wesker was very angry and ordered us to tie Brad up within two weeks.

Otherwise, at the "sacrifice" at the end of the year,

I will be the "lucky one" who stands on the altar and dedicates everything to the blood god.

(Benefit)

So, we set up a perfect "trap".

Everything went smoothly. Brad didn't seem to realize that he The so-called "clues" found and his experiences along the way were "too smooth".

Brad soon fell into our trap.

However, it was somewhat surprising that he actually escaped from our blockade.

But all this was not out of my control. For the success of this operation, I spent a lot of money and paid a price to convert nearly a hundred "blood slaves".

This also made me weak.

Although many of them had been killed by Brad in the previous battle, this did not affect our indisputable advantage in numbers!

After "driving" Brad to the abandoned factory without leaving any trace,

I knew it was stable! All stable!

We surrounded him here,

But just when I thought I had won, a strange figure quietly descended, showing that he was not an ordinary person!

Could it be those "freaks" in strange costumes?

Damn, why are there always people messing up when they are about to win!

But now there are only two of them,

Forty to two!

So, I still have the advantage this time!

"Come on, all of you!!! Tear them apart!"

Victor no longer pretended to be "modest" at this moment, and roared without caring about his image.

The chest that was bulging violently due to anger tore the already tattered suit, and the veins on his neck bulged.

The blood slaves with pale skin and heavy smoky makeup fans bared their fangs and charged towards Link and Brad desperately.

"Bang-bang-"

He pulled the trigger expressionlessly and shot the enemy in the front row to death.

He kicked the ugly face in front of him with a strong and powerful kick, and Link pulled out a brand new fully loaded magazine from his windbreaker.

"Click-"

The magazine that was used up slipped off, and Link inserted a new magazine with his backhand, pulled the barrel, and fired again.

"Hey! Link, get out of the way!"

Brad shouted behind him, and Link immediately flipped back.

Several oval-shaped projectiles streaked across the air,

Then, several blood slaves who had not yet reacted were "hit" solidly,

With the sound of glass smashing and shattering,

Like the tender and juicy beef roasting on a baking tray, the sizzling sound was accompanied by the painful howlings of the blood slaves,

The moment the turbid yellow solution touched their skin, it began to corrode their flesh and blood rapidly, just like sulfuric acid spilled,

The skin and blood "stuck" together and melted, exposing the pale teeth and part of the connective tissue,

"Ah ... At this moment, Victor also noticed that Link and Brad seemed to focus most of their energy on dealing with the huge number of blood slaves.

An excellent plan came to his mind...

The endless killing made Link feel bored, like doing repetitive work on an assembly line.

Raise the gun, aim, pull the trigger, headshot, all in one go,

The blood slaves that rushed towards him were like the stupid robots in the shooting game, not dodging or evading, but only howling and threatening in vain.

"?"

Just as Link subconsciously prepared to take out the spare magazine from his pocket to reload,

〈Danger!〉

[Fatal Sense〈2/3〉]

A strong sense of crisis filled Link's mind, and the bone-chilling chill spread to his limbs and bones,

Link's hair stood on end, and he trembled all over. He immediately turned his head to look in the direction of his premonition.

Victor, who was also shocked, was aiming a revolver at Link.

Perhaps he didn't expect that he would be discovered suddenly after sneaking around to a close point.

But Link recognized it at a glance. It was a Colt Python revolver, a .44 caliber high-powered firearm.

It would be unimaginable to be hit in the vitals!

"Bang--"

After the sharp roar of the gun, what Victor expected in his heart-Link's head exploded like a watermelon did not happen.

Link, who dodged and rolled to avoid the fatal blow, endured the severe pain and discomfort in his shoulder, and his mind was in chaos.

Gritting his teeth, he jumped up with all his strength, and stepped on the heads of several blood slaves with a huge force. The crisp sound of bone cracking made their heads sink down.

At the same time, Link also rushed towards Victor,

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Looking at the aggressive Lin After Link's almost incredible dodge, Victor was also shocked and stared at the scene in a trance.

When he came to his senses, Link had already stepped into a distance of less than ten meters.

"No! I can't die here! I am a baron, and I still have hundreds of years of wonderful life to enjoy! Come on! Come on, stop him for me!!"

Victor staggered and tried to run back,

But the cold voice from behind made him feel like he was falling into the abyss,

Link said expressionlessly, word by word,

"You-think-you-can-kill- -Me!"

"Boom--"

A blood slave who didn't realize what was happening rushed forward and attacked Link.

A trace of excitement flashed in Victor's dim eyes.

"Is this my chance..."

"Boom--"

Then, Link punched the blood slave with all his strength. His fist with distinct joints was like a heavy hammer, hitting the blood slave's head heavily.

Then, Victor saw that the blood slave's whole face seemed to be "wrinkled", with his facial features squeezed together and his high nose sunken.

Boom, then lean back and fall The head got a "baby-like sleep",

Dark red blood splattered, and even a few drops fell on Victor's face,

"Ahhhhhhhh——"

Victor's sister-in-law-like tenor sounded immediately, his eyes were full of fear, his legs softened, and he collapsed to the ground,

The expensive suit was already covered with dust and faint wet marks,

Link, with bloodshot eyes, bent down slightly, and his hideous face came close to Victor's eyes,

The fist still stained with smelly blood slowly moved to a position less than ten centimeters away from Victor,

"Don't move, you will die."