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But Natasha didn't want to be distracted by Bank, but looked at him calmly and did not answer Bank's question.

Bank shrugged, "Okay, let me start by saying that my ability is blood flame, which can burn most existent or non-existent substances in the world, such as your soul, Miss Little Agent."

Bank opened his palms, and a cluster of flames as magnificent as red crystals floated above his palms.

This is the scarlet flame, referred to as the blood flame, which is an innate ability of the vampires.

Because this thing consumes a lot of vampire energy, and Bank's vampire level is too low, the external temperature displayed by the blood flame is not too high, it is only equivalent to ordinary flames, but it has other uses, that is, burning Human blood and soul.

As Bank spoke, the scarlet flames, as magnificent as red crystals, surrounded his arm and rotated several times.

Suddenly, Bank suddenly grabbed Natasha's arm, and the blood flames jumped onto Natasha's arm in the blink of an eye.

Natasha was startled and jerked her hand away. Bank did not hold her arm tightly, but allowed her to break free, but the scarlet flame was already burning on her arm.

It was completely improvised.

Because Bank's self-proclaimed and indeed noble bloodline, the ancestor of the blood clan, made trouble, he felt that it would be too embarrassing if he was "forced" to agree to the request of the person who just pointed a gun at his head.

Therefore, as a dignified ancestor of the blood clan, Lanlost made a temporary decision to let her understand the meaning of dignity before agreeing to the future blood servant's request.

However, it turns out that a few chapters later, when facing groups of special forces armed to the point of tongue, as well as several Apache helicopter gunships and Stryker armored vehicles.

When Bank came back to his senses, he couldn't help complaining about his deceitful and arrogant bloodline, which made him feel as if he was schizophrenic.

Natasha quickly took out a silenced pistol from her leather jacket and fired three shots at Bank. At the same time, she inserted the arm with blood flames into the water-mixed formaldehyde solution soaked in animal specimens.

However, she discovered that the bloody flame was like a tarsal maggot, completely unaffected and still burning.

Fortunately, the widowed sister took out her hand and pounced directly on Bank, who had been shot three times but had not yet fallen to the ground. She jumped into the air, crossed her legs, and twisted Bank's neck.

But Bank did not resist, and allowed the widowed sister to use a scissor kick in the air, clamping Bank's neck, spinning half a circle in the air, and then they fell to the ground together.

The widowed sister held Bank's hand, and when it landed, she smoothly formed a cross lock. She controlled one of Bank's hands in her own hand, and held Bank's head tightly with her thighs, which was still burning with blood. holding a gun in his arm, pointing at Bank's head.

Peggy next to her was about to take action, but Natasha pointed a pistol at her and was forced to retreat into a corner. At least it seemed like this on the surface, but in fact it was Bank who gave her a look secretly.

Looking at the bastard master who didn't fight back despite being pinched by this slut, Paige had a frosty look on her face and resentment surged in her heart.

The occurrence of this scene also made Colberos, who regarded himself as a master of love, very disdainful.

If this stupid master wanted such a weak creature, he could just knock him unconscious and drag him to the basement, strip him naked and tie him up. There was no need to go to all that trouble. So Korberos snorted and stood up.

Korberos stood up immediately, which also made Natasha very alert, because this dog showed extremely high IQ and loyalty when she entered the door.

Bank, who was riding on Natasha's neck, was also a little moved. Although he usually scolded or beat Kolberos, he never let himself worry, but at the critical moment, he could see the relationship between the pet and its owner. The deep friendship and loyalty between them.

Just when Bank was thinking about buying refined dog food for Kolberos a few times a month from now on, Kolberos, under the gaze of the three people in the store, let out another "scoff". He turned around and left without looking back.

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Natasha reminded him of Queen Angela on Second Avenue. Well, it's been a long time since he's had that slut, Korberos thought to himself.

As for Bank, Kolberos just thought that he was the idiot master who was flirting with his future mistress.

Korberos left without looking back, leaving the three people in the store stunned.

But before Bank could complain, the widowed sister came to her senses in only half a second. She turned the pistol back to the angle and put it on Bank's head again. She said coldly, "Mr. Lanlost, if you don't want your brain to explode." , I advise you to take back your flames quickly."

After a pause, Natasha seemed to remember something, and then said, "Also, it's best not to use your blood-related abilities, otherwise I'm afraid my gun will go off again."

Widow sister, how many times have you walked through fire before? This scared Bank to thicken the vampire energy around his head again.

"How do you know my blood flame can burn your blood?" Bank asked.

"You said it yourself." The widowed sister said coldly.

Seeing that the sleeves of her leather jacket were almost burned out, although the flames seemed to have no burning effect on her skin, Natasha didn't want to talk nonsense to Bank any more, and continued, "I'll give you three seconds, Lanlos." Mr. Te, take away your flame."

I said it myself. When did I say it? Why do you agents really have an IQ of over 200, or are you just like me?

"three"

"two"

The widowed sister's cold voice came.

"Ok, Ok, you have something to say."

Bank's arm controlled by Natasha flipped his wrist and grabbed the widow's sister's arm that was burned by blood flames. At the owner's call, the blood flames gradually returned to Bank's arm, and gradually calm.

"Okay, Miss Agent, you should be able to feel it. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just burned your sleeves. Besides, you were the one who held the gun first."

"Bang~"

Bank's head tilted and was pushed to the side by the powerful kinetic energy.

Bank turned his head and said angrily, "Didn't I tell you, I was just joking."

"Bang, bang, bang."

Three more shots, combined with the previous three shots, destroyed all the bullets in the pistol, and also destroyed Bank's confidence that he had everything under control.

Seeing Bank being held in the head and shot four times in a row, but only being shaken to the side by the nearly 700 joules of kinetic energy, the widowed sister was shocked.

Natasha knew that her previous assessment of Bank's ability was wrong. Such a powerful stranger was not something she could easily deal with.

Throwing away the empty pistol, Natasha quickly pulled out a pistol from another holster at the base of her thigh.

The widowed sister was about to take action, but Bank did not intend to waste time with her anymore. He directly relied on his strong strength to break free from Natasha's crossbar and stood up.

He grabbed Natasha's pistol, forced her to the ground, and put the pistol on her head.

"Miss Natasha, you are really inhumane, but now, it's my turn to torture you."

Bank sneered and rode on Natasha.

"How do you know my name is Natasha?" Although the widow was pressed to the ground, she relied on her good body flexibility to turn her head and asked.

"You may not understand the situation, Miss Natasha. If you want to still be alive, or to walk out of this door standing, then answer my questions honestly."

Bank threw away the pistol, grabbed Natasha's hair, and pushed her head hard to the ground. Damn it, if you let me take the bullet, then you can take the dust.