Be a vampire in the world of Conan

boom!

The sound of a gunshot echoed through the square.

Everyone looked at this scene with wide eyes.

The kinetic energy of the bullet blasted a huge gap in the head, revealing the messed up brain inside.

"Now, can you say it?"

The officer licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen some kind of work of art, with a happy smile on his face.

He leaned forward slightly and approached the middle-aged man with a little blood on his face.

"Oh, I forgot, you can't speak."

Then the officer seemed to think about it and muttered to himself.

"Just find a place and throw him away. Forget it, just throw him off the stage."

The officer waved his hand, feeling that his addiction had been aroused.

"Yes!"

The two soldiers holding the middle-aged man answered, then turned in a coordinated direction and dropped the middle-aged man's body with half of his head missing.

This impact even caused several elderly people to have heart attacks. Those who had medicines were hanging on them, while those without medicines could only die.

"You should also go back. Remember, next time we must eliminate the roots."

"Yes!"

The soldier who killed the tavern owner remembered the officer's "teachings" and his expression remained unchanged even though his body was stained with blood. He saluted and returned to his position.

"Murder! Murder!"

"Why did you kill him!"

"You devil!"

"..."

The crowd in the square began to commotion and became more and more violent.

The only thing that stopped them from rioting recklessly, apart from their old bodies, was the cold muzzles of the soldiers around them.

Among the crowd, Reed looked at the stage with a pale face.

He never expected that the son of the tavern owner would die like this.

At this moment, he seemed to understand how fragile life is.

The officer just watched on the stage, as if he had no intention of asking people to quiet down.

Rather, his eyes seemed to be filled with joy and anticipation.

Reed didn't know what he was expecting, but he had the same feeling in his heart - this is a madman!

Although the sun was shining on him now, he only felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Even the drunkenness from before disappeared.

He looked at Weiss and the woman not far away. They were still where they were.

Weiss's face was full of confusion.

Because this man also knew them, and sometimes they would get together to drink and chat.

Unlike strangers, death in front of a familiar person always makes people feel scared.

However, the woman beside him is Moxia in disguise.

His expression was different from Weiss's, very indifferent, as if the death of the man on the stage had nothing to do with her.

Reed pursed his chapped lips with a pale face and returned his gaze to the stage.

At this time, the officer seemed to have taken off some disguise, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

He raised his head to look at the setting sun, then lowered his head to look down at the people in the square, turning a deaf ear to the noisy voices of those people.

“Very good, time is running out, we have to speed up a bit.

So, let’s jump right to my favorite part.

The one with the glasses on the shirt. "

Suddenly, the officer pointed his finger at a person in the crowd.

The man wearing glasses suddenly panicked, and the people around him also pushed away, leaving a large open space.

The man wearing the glasses could only watch helplessly as the soldier walked through the crowd, came to him, then put himself on the stage, and finally came to the officer.

"Don't be afraid. You only need to answer one of my questions. Not only will you be fine, this thing will also be yours."

The officer took out a "little yellow croaker" from his belt and gently scratched the man's face, as if he was observing some work of art.

"Then tell me where the vampire is."

The officer's voice was soft, as if he was afraid of scaring him.

Already scared though.

"me……"

The man with glasses felt the touch on his face in horror, and was speechless.

He doesn't know.

"It seems that you have also taken refuge in the vampires."

There was a disappointed expression on the officer's face, and the "little yellow croaker" that kept scratching the man's face stopped in front of his eyes, leaning against the lenses in front of his eyes.

"No, I, I...ahhhhh!!!!"

Click.

The sound of shattering lenses was heard, and with a bang, one eye of the man with glasses fell into darkness.

His body was tightly held by the soldiers, and he could only shake his head wildly, trying to throw the foreign objects out of his eyes and throw away the pain.

What was thrown out was only the blood flowing out from the "little yellow croaker" and the broken glass.

"Hey, don't move."

The blood splashed on the officer's body, but he was not angry. Instead, as if he cared about him, he grabbed his hair with his hands, fixed his head, and then...

puff.

The "little yellow croaker" disappeared, and the man with glasses was no longer in pain.

"Throw it away."

Seeing that there was no movement from him, the officer felt bored and signaled to the soldiers.

Then, he turned his attention to the crowd again.

Wherever he looked, everyone turned pale, fearing that they would become the next victim.

"Damn vampire, come out quickly!"

"Can't see me, can't see me..."

"Crazy, crazy!"

"It's all the vampire's fault!"

"..."

People in the square were chanting silently and cursing in their hearts.

At the same time, he looked at the people around him with sharper eyes.

These people have hatred in their hearts.

But what they hated was not the officer who had taken two lives in front of them, but the vampire they had never seen before and who was "heard" to be very evil.

The officer watched this scene with interest, but did not let it last too long.

After only a few minutes, he pointed at someone in the crowd again.

"you come up!"

The person who was pointed out turned pale and wanted to run away in panic.

boom!

"what!!!"

puff.

A shot rang out.

The one who screamed was the one accidentally injured by the bullet that penetrated the body, and the one who fell was the one who was trying to escape with warmth.

The officer frowned and lowered his pistol.

He didn't like this man's behavior very much.

He then clicked on a woman again.

This time, the woman didn't dare to run away. The officer pulled the woman's face with the muzzle of his pistol and asked the question again.

Although the woman was very scared, she raised her hand and pointed tremblingly at another woman in the crowd.

That woman had a deep friendship with her, and they were the kind of people who would spit on each other when they met.

Since she can't live, then her enemy can't live either!

Moreover, maybe she can survive?

With a trace of expectation in her eyes, the woman watched her enemy being pulled up by the soldiers, and then directly shot in the heart by the officer, turning into a lifeless corpse.

There was no doubt that the woman was dead.

A happy and crazy smile appeared on the woman's face, looking at the officer walking towards her.

"I, I already said, can I survive?"

She didn't dare to ask for any "little yellow croaker" because the "little yellow croaker" was still in the eye sockets of the man with glasses, covered with blood.

She just wants to live now.

"Well, you're using me..."

The officer seemed to see her intention, which made the woman tremble like chaff.

"However, you are very brave, and I like your cleverness..."

Hearing these words, the smile on the woman's face could hardly be concealed.

She can survive!

She didn't...

boom!

thump.

"So, can you please die?

I don't like people trying to be clever. "

The officer looked at the woman's body indifferently, and looked at the crowd again with his death-like eyes.