"Of course!"
Perhaps getting carried away with his words, the tall, thin vampire mumbled in a low voice, "I'm telling you, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone."
"I'm just guessing, it's just a guess!"
"Cockroaches are naturally carriers of viruses. I bet the genetic modification solution we use contains a lot of dirty stuff, and the cockroaches rely on these things to subdue their enemies without a fight."
"To subdue the enemy without fighting? Why do you talk like you're the victim? That's the hypocritical kindness unique to the vampire clan."
Soon, that captivating, eerie voice rang out once more.
"What hypocritical kindness? Aren't our people genuinely concerned for humanity, hoping to end the war sooner...?"
The tall, thin, mixed-race vampire turned around as he spoke, and the moment his gaze fell upon the fleshy leg and the ripped stockings, he sensed something was wrong.
Then, when he saw the mocking smile of the Rat-like man behind him, and felt the icy touch of the cold blade against his skin spread throughout his body.
The tall, thin vampire felt a chill in his heart, but forced a smile and said obsequiously, "Hello, Miss Ratman."
"You're right, the vampire clan is all hypocrisy, there's no one more deceitful than them... Ah!!!"
laugh!
The blade spun in Jane's hand, and a finger instantly flew into the air.
The tall, thin vampire clutched his hand, which had lost a finger, and screamed before collapsing to the ground.
Then Jane kicked him again, and his body immediately curled up like a shrimp, twitching from time to time.
"Hey, you two. Are you going to punch yourselves unconscious, or do I have to do it myself?"
"Let me make this clear first, I don't hold back when I hit someone."
Jane strode over the tall, thin, mixed-race vampire's body, her long tail skillfully hooking the pistol hanging on his waist.
Release the safety and load the gun.
The dark muzzle of the gun was immediately raised, pointed between the two men, without being deliberately aimed at either of them.
The team leader moved the next moment.
He bent his knees and rolled to the side, his arm swinging to grab the pistol. He raised his hand and fired... A bullet came flying right at the team leader, who hadn't even drawn his gun yet when it hit him right between the eyebrows.
Due to inertia, the team leader's body continued to roll out and eventually landed in a stinking ditch, covered in cockroaches.
"Ugh, that's disgusting."
Jane wanted to blow a puff of gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, but the group leader's miserable state immediately dampened her enthusiasm.
So she turned her head, and this time the dark pistol was aimed precisely at the head of the indifferent-faced mixed-race vampire, with no chance of missing.
The man with the indifferent face swallowed hard and, surprisingly, gave a bitter smile.
He immediately raised his hands, turned to face the wall, and rammed his head into it.
Thump!
The cold-faced mixed-race vampire collapsed to the ground. Jane glanced at him and saw that his head was bleeding profusely.
"snort!"
Jane gave a light snort, casually put the safety on the confiscated pistol and put it in her bag, then took out her phone, skillfully inserted the SIM card and turned it on:
"Hey, Number 11, you can come in now. There's no one here."
"Of course, be careful where you step when you come in. Some dark little kitchen sprites live here, so don't disturb them."
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