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Silver Darts, Silver Spike, Garlic Bullet, Silver Steel Dagger, and a Shotgun.
Shasha had complete trust in Whistler's skills; after all, he was a seasoned hunter with years of experience in crafting weapons.
Once all the gear was equipped, Shasha turned her gaze towards the Victoria Bar before her.
The San Francisco Victoria Bar was quite famous, though not in the way one might think. The exterior and the entire upper area were typical of a bar, but below was a place resembling a bomb shelter, where the real dealings took place.
Blade had come not because of any mission, but due to information extracted from vampires he had interrogated—this bar was owned by Daken Feast.
It was impossible for them to swagger in with their arsenal, so Blade led Shasha to a back alley.
The ventilation shaft was their entry point; fortunately, it wasn't too narrow, or even the most skilled contortionist would struggle to get through.
The two squeezed inside, with Blade taking the lead until they reached a vent where he paused. Shasha couldn't help but glance down.
A group of men and women appeared indistinguishable from ordinary people, swaying to the music. Some of them had attractive figures that made Shasha want to whistle.
However, in the next moment, smoke detectors activated from all directions, spraying blood instead of water.
Seeing this scene, Shasha couldn't help but ask, "When do we strike?"
Blade checked his watch; it read 9:00 PM. He then kicked open the vent and leaped down.
"It’s time!"
Shasha followed and jumped down. The movement of the two people quickly attracted the attention of those guys. They watched the guy who interrupted their eating jump down from the top, and all of them rushed towards them with ferocious faces in an instant. 'Bang' There was a gunshot, Shasha blasted a vampire trying to get close to pieces, and then dragged the handle of the gun and slammed it at the guy behind who was trying to get closer. Despite his lack of strength, during this period he has almost completely mastered Liquid Snake's abilities, and Shasha, who has complete Liquid Snake abilities, has improved his close combat by more than one level. Two-Star Character, the starting point is not low. You must know how difficult it is to draw characters in such a Great Universe System. Most of the time it is a single ability and prop, such as Financial Expert in an intermediate draw. Well, this is Shasha’s pain and he doesn’t want to mention it. I have to say that Blade is really trusting Shasha alone, and he didn’t even make a move to support him. The two of them made a fierce move, and these vampires, who were terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people, became the remains of the whole place. In the end, the only Daken man who was guarding the bar was held by Blade and held against the wall. "You should know why I'm here." Daken's subordinate smiled hard, "Man, don't try to get any information from me."
In the next moment, Blade pressed the gun's muzzle into his mouth and coldly said, "Let's see how tough your mouth really is."
From Shasha's angle, she clearly saw the guy wet his pants. Well, a vampire wetting his pants? That was quite surprising.
The sound of the trigger being pulled made his legs tremble, and finally unable to contain his fear, he mumbled a plea.
Blade withdrew the gun and patted his face. "Looks like you're not as tough as you thought. Now, tell me what I want to know."
"He's at the Slaughterhouse in the Central District!"
Blade let him go, and in a sudden move, turned and shot him, reducing him to ashes.
"Shall we go now?" Shasha asked curiously, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
Blade shook his head. "Of course not. It's not time yet."
Just as Shasha was about to speak, footsteps echoed from the upper corridor, and several police hats appeared.
Exchanging glances, they both quickly climbed up the wall and slipped into the ventilation shaft, disappearing from sight.
The Silver Wing motorcycle was Blade's ride, and Shasha was fortunate enough to sit in the passenger seat; it truly flew like the wind.
They soon returned to the repair shop, where they handed their weapons over to Whistler. The old man, who had a penchant for cheap liquor, gestured a number at Shasha. "Kid, once this is all done, remember to factor in maintenance costs."
Shasha's cheeks twitched as she ignored the old man's words and followed Blade into the repair shop.
"Quinn, Daken's loyal follower, is our target. This guy loves hosting private dance parties, which are actually vampire feasts. He knows where Daken is," Blade tossed a stack of documents at Shasha, looking like he had dug up quite a bit of trouble regarding this guy.
Shasha took the file and skimmed through it. Most of it detailed the activities this guy had done with Daken, nothing too surprising. Remembering some useful plot points, she asked a question, "The Blood Clan Council seems to always follow the rules. You know vampires can’t be completely wiped out; why not collaborate with them?"
Blade slowly shook his head. "That's just their leader, Gottano, not anyone else."
Shasha shrugged. It seemed Blade had tried that approach; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so amicable with the Blood Clan Council.
"So, we look for a breakthrough through this guy?"
After Blade nodded, Shasha recalled the innocent blood expert who had been unwittingly caught up in this incident.
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