Marvel's Antiheroes

Duke let out a long breath, smashed half of the tabletop on the waitress, and prepared to leave from the window.

The idea is beautiful, the reality is skinny, and the female ghost is plump.

Duke could have sworn that this was the first time he had ever felt resistance to the plump young female body.

Another waitress rushed over. Although she didn't have a weapon, the sharp nails protruding from her ten fingers were more dangerous than ten daggers.

The waitress ran away and slammed her right hand towards Duke's throat.

Duke could even feel countless small bumps popping up on the skin of his front neck under the dangerous stimulation.

After struggling to lean back to get rid of the sharp nails, Duke raised his left hand to block the waitress's right hand, then pulled it forward, lowered his waist and sat on the horse, fitting into the waitress's broad chest.

Unexpectedly, the waitress pressed his arm with her backhand and pushed down hard with her feet. The whole person flew up like a piece of paper and landed behind Duke.

And her right hand turned into a claw again, grabbing at the back of Duke's neck.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Duke bent his waist, bent his legs, and used the tactical rolling action he learned in the police training camp to roll forward.

While turning his body over, he pulled his left hand out of the waitress's hand, at the cost of five deep blood marks on his arm.

Fortunately, after Duke had gone through the pain of burning his soul, he no longer cared much about this kind of minor pain, let alone being affected by it.

At this time, he no longer cared about the problem that ordinary bullets were not lethal enough against vampires. He pulled out his two Glocks, rolled over and fired at the vampire waitress.

The first few shots hit the waitress in the chest, but they only knocked her body out.

She imitated Duke's attack just now, grabbed two round stools and threw them at Duke.

Two and two and two more

If ordinary people throw round stools, there will still be a pause.

However, although this female vampire's strength was inferior to Duke's, her agility was even higher. The round stools almost formed a line in the air.

Duke shot while hiding, and received several blows in succession. Finally, he was thick-skinned and able to withstand it.

At this moment, he finally understood the true strength of Captain America's widow.

Helpless and patient

Being able to counterattack despite an attack is the greatest asset.

Thinking of this, Duke withstood the attack from the stool, pointed the muzzle of his gun at the joints of the female vampire's hands and feet, and shot him repeatedly.

Although the hit rate was not very high, Duke still successfully disabled the female vampire.

The female vampire's wrist joints and knees were shot, and she fell to the ground. However, she used her knees and elbows to rush towards Duke, leaving four bloody marks on the ground.

Her originally charming face looked extremely ferocious because of her bared fangs and ferocious expression.

Duke quickly changed the bullets for his guns and continued to shoot several times at the female vampire crawling over, breaking her shoulder joints.

The female vampire continued to move forward with both feet, but the speed was really not going fast.

"Huh, I guess all the bones in his body are broken." Duke took a long breath and rubbed his shoulders, feeling the long-lost feeling of weakness.

Looking at the other side of the bar, Blade Warrior had been pushed into the corner, but he was not at a disadvantage.

This guy also fully embodies the truth that patience is king.

By this time, he already had a lot of gunshot wounds on his body, but he was still alive and well and continued to shoot at the gun-wielding vampires.

He has a half-human, half-vampire physique. Ordinary bullets do not cause much damage to him, so he can attack vampires with all his strength.

But if a vampire is hit by his silver-plated bullet, it will be just like an ordinary person being hit by a bullet, and he will die easily.

From this point of view, Blade Warrior is actually in an invincible position.

On the ground around them, there were many corpses lying scattered, most of them ordinary people who came here for excitement.

Neither Blade nor the vampire had their lives in mind.

It's really vampires fighting, and mortals suffer.

Duke sighed slightly, turned around and walked towards the window with both guns in hand.

The firepower on the other side of the gate was too fierce and there were too many stray bullets, so it was safer to jump out of the window.

"call"

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind behind him. Duke hurriedly dodged sideways, but his abdomen was still rubbed by the small half of the table. His T-shirt was directly scratched and a bloody mark was drawn on his skin.

He quickly rolled over and turned to look behind him.

"I'll go, it's really going to kill me." Seeing this, Duke secretly complained in his heart.

The taller vampire waitress who was first hit by him had recovered and rushed over. She had a wooden stick over one meter long in each hand, but it was Duke who hit her with the table. It was broken into pieces over time.

As soon as Duke fired two shots, the female vampire rushed in front of him and hit his head with a wooden stick.

The pistol was no longer useful. Duke had no choice but to loosen his hands and drop the pistol. Without retreating, he rushed into the vampire's arms. At the same time, he twisted his hips and shoulders, and hit the opponent's thigh with a hammer.

This time, the wooden stick in the female vampire's hand became a burden, and Duke hit it with a heavy punch. She staggered and at the same time, her thigh joints were damaged, making her movements a little sluggish.

However, she didn't even retreat at all. She released her hands and threw away the wooden stick, then grabbed Duke's body with ten sharp claws.

When Duke hit the female vampire with the hammer, his body continued to sink. While supporting the ground with his left hand, he kicked out his right foot and kicked the vampire in the lower abdomen, sending her flying backwards.

But he didn't get any benefits either. The female vampire's claws directly grabbed his right leg, and her sharp nails dug ten blood grooves on his thigh.

This wasn't the worst. When Duke saw the tall female vampire pounce on him again, the plump female vampire also got up from the ground.

"Damn it, half of my blood and essence have been consumed. I'm going to suck you dry." She yelled through gritted teeth and rushed towards Duke.

"He's mine." The tall female vampire pounced at her faster.

One tall, one plump, two blonde beauties expressed their "love" to Duke at the same time, but Duke didn't want it at all. He didn't want to lose all his essence and blood and become a mummy.

"Get lost!" Duke once again pulled a round table and slapped the female vampire's tall body directly, sending her flying.

But as he was already using up his strength, he could no longer fight off the plump female vampire who was rushing towards him, and was thrown to the ground by her.

"Strong man, delicious blood" she screamed, pressing Duke's head with one hand and Duke's shoulder with the other, opening her mouth to reach the aorta in her neck.

"Get out!" Duke roared again, flying the vampire away, and looked at the Blade Warrior expectantly.

At this moment, Blade had thrown away his two guns and was fighting hand-to-hand with a dozen vampires with his iconic Blade Warrior sword.

"We can't count on it," Duke lamented, kicking away the tall female vampire who was coming towards him with a side kick, but was knocked down again by the plump female vampire.