Chapter 6 I have the advantage this time
My name is Victor Deacon, a fifth-generation descendant of the Deacon family. I am a [Baron] who assists Lord Wesker in governing his subordinate territories.
But that damn traitor, Brad!

His traces appeared in the area I was responsible for, and I had to do something.
There have always been different opinions within the family on how to deal with this person with the blood of the "Daywalker".
Why should he, who has the same blood as us, not have to suffer the torture of darkness and dampness, but be able to bathe freely in the sunlight which is poisonous to us!

This damn bastard always ruins our good deeds! Killing our own kind!
I will definitely knock him to the ground and drag him back to face the family!

But I am not worried. After all, he is just one person. Those titles about him, such as "Blade Runner", are just jokes to me.
He will never come back!
〈One Month Later……〉

Oh shit, guys, what can I say?!
We were too careless. We didn't expect Brad to be so capable that he destroyed three of our bars and burned down two human blood factories. We suffered heavy losses.
🇧🇷
Lord Wesker was very angry and ordered us to tie up Brad within two weeks.

Otherwise, at the end of the year, during the "sacrifice",

I will be the "lucky one" standing on the altar and dedicating everything to the Blood God.
(Profit)
So, we set up a perfect "trap".
Everything went smoothly as planned. Brad didn't seem to realize that the so-called "clues" he found and his experiences along the way were "too smooth".
Soon Brad fell into our trap.

But it was somewhat surprising that he actually escaped our blockade.

But all this was not out of my control. In order to make this operation a success, I invested a lot of money and paid a price to convert nearly a hundred "blood slaves".
This also made me weak.
Although many of them have been killed by Brad in the previous battle, this does not affect our indisputable advantage in numbers!

After "driving" Brad to the abandoned factory without leaving any trace,
I knew it—it was stable! Everything was stable!

We surrounded him and besieged him here.
But just when I thought I had the victory, a strange figure quietly arrived, showing that he was no ordinary person!

Could it be those “freaks” in strange costumes?
Damn it, why is there always someone trying to mess things up just when we’re about to win?
But now there are only two of them.

Forty to two!

So, this wave of advantage is still mine!

"Come on, everyone! Tear them to pieces!"

Victor no longer pretended to be "modest" and roared without caring about his image.

His chest was swollen with anger, tearing his already tattered suit, and veins on his neck were bulging.

The blood slaves with pale skin and heavy smoky makeup bared their fangs and charged towards Link and Brad regardless of everything.

"Boom-boom-"

He pulled the trigger expressionlessly and shot the enemy in the front row to death.

With another powerful kick, Link knocked down the ugly face that was right in front of him, and pulled out a brand new, fully loaded magazine from his windbreaker.
"Click——"

The magazine fell out of use, and Link inserted a new magazine with his backhand, pulled the barrel, and fired again.
"Hey! Link, get out of the way!"

Brad behind him shouted loudly, and Link immediately flipped back.
Several oval-shaped projectiles traced paths in the air.
Then, several blood slaves who had not yet reacted were "hit" firmly.
With the sound of glass breaking,
Just like the tender and juicy beef roasting on the grill, the sizzling sound is accompanied by the painful wails and screams of the blood slaves.
The moment the turbid yellow solution came into contact with their skin, it began to corrode their flesh and blood rapidly, just like spilled sulfuric acid.

The skin of the face, along with the blood, was "stuck" together and melted, exposing the pale teeth and some connective tissue.
"Ahhhhhhhh"

Victor, who was hiding in the back row of the crowd, saw this miserable scene and couldn't help but gasp.
"hiss--"

At the same time, Victor was secretly glad that he did not rush forward foolishly, otherwise he would be the one to suffer.
After all, I am a Baron!
At this time, Victor also noticed that Link and Brad seemed to focus most of their energy on dealing with the huge number of blood slaves.

An excellent plan came to his mind... The endless killing made Link feel bored, like doing repetitive work on an assembly line.
Raise the gun, aim, pull the trigger, headshot, all in one go.
The blood slaves that rushed towards him were like the stupid robots in a shooting game. They didn't dodge or evade, but only howled and bared their teeth meaninglessly.
"?"

Just as Link was about to take out the spare magazine from his pocket to reload,
〈Danger!〉

[Fatal Sense〈2/3〉]

A strong sense of crisis filled Link's mind, and a bone-chilling chill spread to every part of his body.

Link's hair stood on end, his whole body trembled, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction he had anticipated.
Victor, who was also shocked, was aiming a revolver at Link.

Perhaps he didn't expect that he would be discovered suddenly after sneaking around to a closer spot.
But Link recognized it at a glance. It was a Colt Python revolver, a .44 caliber, high-powered firearm.

Being hit in the vitals is unimaginable!
"boom--"

After the ear-piercing roar of the gunshot, what Victor expected in his heart—Link's head exploding like a watermelon—did not happen.

Link, who was trying to avoid the fatal blow by rolling over, endured the severe pain and discomfort in his shoulder, his mind was in a turmoil.
He gritted his teeth, leaped up with all his might, and stomped on the heads of several blood slaves with a huge force. With crisp bone cracking sounds, their heads caved in.
At the same time, Link also rushed towards Victor.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Seeing Link rushing towards him with such momentum and his almost unbelievable dodge, Victor was also frightened and stared at the scene in front of him in a trance.

By the time he came to his senses, Link had already stepped within a distance of less than ten meters.

"No! I can't die here! I'm a baron, and I still have hundreds of years of wonderful life to enjoy! Someone come quickly! Someone stop him for me!!"

Victor staggered and tried to run backwards.

But the cold voice coming from behind made him feel like he was falling into the abyss.
Link had a blank expression on his face and spoke word by word.
"You-think-you-can-kill-me!"

"boom--"

A blood slave who was stupid enough not to realize what was happening happened to rush forward and attack Link.

A hint of excitement flashed in Victor's dim eyes.
"Is this my chance..."

"boom--"

Then, Link punched the blood slave with all his might. His fist, with distinct joints, was like a heavy hammer, hitting the blood slave's head hard.

Then, Victor saw that the blood slave's entire face seemed to be "shrunk", with his facial features squeezed together and his high nose bridge sunken.
After a bang, he leaned back and fell into a "baby-like sleep".
Dark red blood splattered, and a few drops even fell on Victor's face.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Victor's sister-in-law's tenor voice rang out immediately. His eyes were filled with fear, his legs softened, and he collapsed to the ground.
The expensive suit was already covered with dust and light wet marks.

With bloodshot eyes, Link bent down slightly and put his ferocious face in front of Victor.
The fist, still covered in stinking blood, slowly moved to a position less than ten centimeters away from Victor.
"Don't move, you'll die."

(End of this chapter)