I Summon the Shadow Corps in the American Manga

"Arewegonnamakeit."

"Isthisgonnahurt."

"oh.wecantrytosedateit."

Dark bar.

Soothing music was flowing outside the box, and men and women, or men and women in pairs, drank wine and chatted about recent events in the town.

Of course, there are also many drunken and unconscious drunkards in the corner, with empty bottles piled in front of them.

These people are basically small town residents who have lost family members or relatives in zombie incidents. They are confused every day and drink to drown their sorrows.

After all, as long as you lose consciousness, you will naturally have no worries. Deceiving yourself may be incompetent, but at least it is effective.

“That’s not who Yale was originally.”

in the box.

Alice shook her glass aimlessly and looked at the singer outside.

This guy sang a breakup love song.

Although not suitable for the occasion, it is still sad.

She was disappointed by her family's poor attitude and behavior towards Kerry.

Back in time a few hours ago, Kerry woke up Yale and then followed Alice out of Villa Carles.

Sensing that Alice was in a bad mood, Kerry took the initiative to suggest going to the bar.

After all, a good way to relax is to go out and have fun. Whether it's drinking or traveling, it's actually a way of forcing yourself to forget your troubles by bringing yourself into a strange environment.

"Who knows." Kerry wiped the alcohol from his mouth.

The more he thinks about it, the more annoyed he becomes. Was he almost killed by Yale?

I can't help but admire those guys who are capable but are willing to be humiliated as a son-in-law and end up pretending to be pigs and eating tigers to slap everyone in the face.

Not all strong people can endure humiliation.

It's like four kinds of people in the world.

Strong and bad-tempered.

Strong and good-tempered.

No strength, good temper.

No strength and bad temper.

Kerry feels that he is a kind of person who has strength and barely has a good temper.

But having a good temper doesn't mean you have to be compassionate and willing to sacrifice your life when someone wants your life.

If Alice hadn't been worried about finding clues, for example, there would have been a conflict in the morning, and Yale would have died in the villa in the afternoon.

Otherwise, Kerry plans to send ghost ninjas to bring warmth to Yale tonight.

There are 14 ghost ninjas, and they are equipped with ghost knives with armor-piercing effects. It is really impossible for the ghost ninja to bring the sheep charm and extract Yale's soul. The other ghost mills can also grind the soulless corpse to death.

After all, vampires are just difficult to kill, not unkillable.

Just when the two people in the box were thinking about their own thoughts.

"Wuhu!"

A burst of cheers from the wine hall outside interrupted Kerry's thoughts. He glanced at Alice. The woman was supporting her chin with her right hand and casually shaking the red wine in the glass with her other hand, without any intention of tasting it.

"Crash."

The sound of chairs being pulled out echoed through the bar.

These guys seemed to have seen something interesting and swarmed around the entrance of the bar.

"What happened?" Kerry stuck out his head and grabbed a spirited young man who was holding a bottle and blowing alcohol.

Drink spurted from his mouth and nose, spilling onto his black jacket.

The man was drunk and delirious, so Kerry prepared to let him go.

After all, this is a young man with smoky makeup, a pentagram of hell tattooed on his neck, and a ring on his nose. Not only his nose, but also his mouth and even his tongue are also decorated with rings.

These guys live in a dream and have nothing to do. Of course, most of their families have money, so they can afford to do whatever they want. But if they don't have money, society will give them some jobs in two years, and they will become robbers or thieves and liars.

It’s easy to tell the difference between a Yingjiang spirited guy.

Most of the energetic guys on Yingjiang's side are wearing black jackets, with all kinds of weird tattoos painted on their exposed skin.

Or there are words whose meaning is unclear, such as "criminal karma", "killing", "condemned person" and other middle-level words.

Compared with the beanie shoes in my hometown, the spirited guys here express their personality by smoking, having sex, and getting racing tattoos.

In my hometown, all they do is wave their hands and call for help. To be honest, anyone who knows the situation feels that they are simply low-key.

"Hiccup." The spirited guy burped. The smell of cigarette smoke made Kerry feel nauseous, and he quickly let go of the guy.

This man actually brought his own biological and chemical weapons!

"I'm going to see what's going on." Kerry informed, picked up the gun on the table and walked towards the door of the bar.

Regardless of whether they are males or females, the state of drunkenness is similar. They are either extremely drunk, or they feel that they can fight five against one, and their fighting spirit is high.

So if you drink too much, you will cause trouble.

In bars selling alcohol, there are not a few cases where people get into fights after drinking too much just looking at each other in the crowd.

In layman's terms, it means a drunk person glances at another drunk person.

Then the other party felt offended and asked with his eyes: "What are you looking at?"

Then there is no more.

So Kerry suspected there was a fight at the door of the bar.

As a small town police detective, using the people's tax money, Kerry felt that he should go and take a look regardless of the circumstances.

Pushing away the bustling crowd, Kerry shouted: "I'm a policeman, get out of the way." while forcefully separating the crowd, hoping to prevent someone from accidentally killing the other person in the fight.

After all, this is Yingjiang, a paradise of freedom, and beating people to death is commonplace.

Moreover, in a mixed environment like a bar, a one-sided fight is likely to turn into a group fight. Drunk people are confused and under the influence of alcohol, they will hit whoever they see and finally turn into a big melee.

Kerry pulled away the last person in front of him with one hand, and then he saw the situation at the door.

Two cool-looking guys wearing black sunglasses and black suits stood there coldly, even wearing black gloves on their hands.

They seemed to want to enter the bar, but three young men in black jackets blocked their way, followed by a group of cheering young girls. They were proud of the number of times they were fucked and thought they were cool.

Kerry didn't waste his eyes on these garbage. His eyes were locked on the exposed necks of the two men in black.

It was so pale that it was beyond words.

Also, these people's chests didn't rise and fall, they didn't breathe.

"Vampire." It only took three seconds for Kerry to guess the identities of these two people.

Glancing at the spirited young man who was shouting and jumping in front of him, Kerry couldn't help but sigh. He really wanted to ask these people: Are you always so brave?

It's like the behavior of a mouse who is used to eating and drinking openly in the city and meets a cat in the country who eats mice and then dances in front of it.

It's a lantern in the toilet.

"Hey, didn't you hear me?" The spirited young man with a big gold chain around his neck shook his head, not sure whether he drank too much or drank too much.