Marvel Celestial Master

"Why do you think no one can get out of this room?"

The voice echoed in the hall, low and hoarse, like a suppressed evil ghost in hell.

Ryan's face changed drastically. He supported his body with his left hand and kept retreating, while his right hand pulled the trigger desperately.

How could someone be shot more than a dozen times and still stand up as if nothing was wrong... Ryan was horrified.

The bullet shells jumped and the gun flames flashed!

In the dim room, gunfire illuminated the left side of Ryan's face, making him look particularly ferocious.

The five-millimeter pistol bullet moved at high speed, escaped from the gun, and shot towards the standing figure.

"My biggest problem is that I follow the rules too much. I'm so damn cheap!" Luo Xia said indifferently, raising his right hand flat with his palm open.

The powerful mana spurted out, building an invisible wall in front of him.

All the bullets hit the wall constructed by mana, stopped instantly, and then floated in mid-air without moving.

"Clap clap clap!"

All the bullets in the magazine poured out, and Ryan pulled the trigger unconsciously, and the hammer made a crisp crackling sound.

His face was full of fear, and what the man in front of him did was completely beyond all his knowledge.

No one can get behind a medieval gun and still stand up like nothing happened.

No one can block a high-speed bullet with just a wave of his hand.

This guy named Rorschach is like a legendary god and demon, powerful, mysterious, and unstoppable!

"You...what are you?" Ryan's face turned pale, the wound on his thigh burst open, and blood oozed out.

Rorschach looked at the frightened black policeman in front of him, his face as cold as ice.

He stepped forward, kicked Ryan over, and trampled his chest into the blood.

"I have no obligation to answer your question." Rorschach bent down and got close to his face, his eyes cold.

"Now, I give you one last chance. Who is the person behind you...?"

After Ryan groaned in pain a few times, he slowly laughed, and then the laughter became louder and louder: "Hahahahahahaha, I want my son to live, what's wrong with me?"

"He will save my son. He wants to keep his promise."

It turns out that what he cares about is his seriously ill son, which seems to be a breakthrough... Rorschach keenly grasps the weakness of the man in front of him.

Seeing him laughing wildly, Luo Xia's eyes did not waver at all, and she slowly raised her right leg that was pressing on his chest, raising it high.

Then, it struck down like a battle axe.

"click"

This is the sound of the sternum breaking, it sounds like a soda cracker being stepped on, crisp and sweet.

"Cough cough..."

Ryan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale. He felt that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to breathe, and his broken sternum seemed to have pierced his lungs.

"So, is it because your son is seriously ill that you become a dog for the people behind you?" Luo Xia smiled, his eyes full of ridicule.

Ryan had no words, he just stared stubbornly at the god-like man in front of him, panting with all his strength.

"Then maybe you will be disappointed. The person behind you is a vampire!" Rorschach's voice was hoarse.

He emphasized the articulation of the word vampire.

The purpose is to create stronger psychological pressure and completely defeat the psychological defense of the black policeman in front of him.

It was simply unrealistic for him alone to find a hidden vampire in such a big city.

The black policeman in front of him is the only clue that can be caught now, and it is also the key to finding Emily!

"So what, even if it's Satan, as long as I can save my son, I'll be his dog!" Ryan frowned.

It's just that dad can't accompany you any longer, good son... Ryan thought silently in his heart.

Rorschach smiled, his face full of mockery, looking at him condescendingly.

"He didn't tell you what the way to save your son was, right?" Luo Xia let go of his foot.

Ryan coughed a few times, looked away with a sneer, and had already made up his mind not to pay attention to the god-like person in front of him.

"The only way they can save your son is to bite your son and turn your son into a vampire!" Rorschach felt in his pocket and took out a crumpled box of flue-cured cigarettes.

But I couldn't find where the lighter was. Maybe it was lost in the chaos just now.

Damn it, what a shame, I just bought this sterling silver lighter at the airport duty-free shop...

Rorschach shook his head, channeled his magic power, and poured it into his fingertips.

Then a flame rose above his index finger.

The cigarette is lit.

"Become a vampire... Then, it's better to die, at least you can still live." Ryan's expression became darker, and his breathing became weaker.

Rorschach took a deep breath of cigarette, feeling the spicy breath of tobacco filling his lungs, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Only pure-blooded vampires can maintain their sanity, while mixed-blooded ones will turn into mindless and irrational monsters, always living with a thirst for blood. Do you think that the people behind you will spend a lot of resources to make you Will his son become pure blood?" Rorschach leaned down and patted Ryan's face.

The voice was cold, as if he was stating an established fact.

In fact, Rorschach didn't know whether the vampires in this world were consistent with the plot he knew.

However, the black policeman in front of him didn't know anything about vampires. As long as his tone was firm enough, he could be frightened.

Sure enough, Ryan's face showed disbelief and indescribable fear.

His eyes were like those of a puppy abandoned by its owner, helpless and sad.

"It's impossible, it can't be like this..." Ryan muttered to himself, his face was gloomy, revealing a sense of death.

Looking at the demeanor of this black policeman, Luo Xia knew that his goal had been achieved.

This criminal policeman's psychological defense has completely collapsed. Now he just needs to work harder to get clues!

Rorschach stepped forward and slowly placed his palm on Ryan's chest, running his magic power and gently instilling it into his body.

Then, Ryan's face became visibly rosy, as if the wound had healed.

"I can save your son, but you must tell me who is the person behind you?" Luo Xia released his palm and looked down at him.

Ryan took a breath and supported his body with his arms. He was silent for a while before speaking: "Give me a cigarette first..."

Rorschach shook the flat cigarette case, took out a crumpled flue-cured cigarette and handed it to him.

A flame rose from his finger and lit it for him.

Ryan took a deep breath and coughed several times due to the smoke. He looked as if he would never be able to smoke again in his life.

"Dickon Faith, that man's name is Dickon Faith." After exhaling a puff of smoke, Ryan spoke slowly.

Rorschach nodded, knowing clearly on his face that this person's name was very familiar.

Dickon Faith, the leader of the vampires and the mortal enemy of Blade.

He tried to resurrect the Blood King, Dracula, the ancestor of vampires.

If so, it all makes sense.

"Remember your promise, Mr. Rorschach, goodbye..."

At some point, Ryan had already changed the magazine, and the Glock in his hand shone coldly.

Rorschach just raised his palm and used his magic power, but found that Ryan had pointed the gun at him.

"I must die so that they will not go looking for my son... He is still young and has no sin. Please save him..."

After the gunshot, Ryan's body slowly fell to the ground, making a muffled sound on the ground.