Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 59 Despair
"So, are you interested in becoming my servant? Eternal life and an immortal body, and the price is simply obeying my commands..."

Dracula, dressed as a blond aristocrat, spread his hands in an inviting gesture, extending an olive branch to the humans present.

Old John, who was on guard, felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing these words.

If before it was fear of the other party's legendary bloodthirstiness, brutality, and unpredictable and bizarre methods that were difficult to resist, then...

Now, cold sweat was pouring down his forehead because he was terrified of the temptations the other party could offer.

As a true-blue American, the old sheriff knew all too well what those upper-class noblemen needed.

Immortality and immortality.

It could attract 99% of national government officials and wealthy nobles, almost like a hook with a donut attached.

It could be said that they could enslave the entire United States in an instant.

The thought that tens of millions of people in an entire country might suffer terribly under the bloody and brutal rule of vampires tomorrow or next week is unbearable.

Old John felt that the future of the country was bleak.

Then he thought of his wife and son at home, and looked around at these good young men who remained unmoved in the face of temptation.

They were all young and unaware of the terror of life slipping away.

But as someone in his sixties, I understand all too well that if these words were to get out, it would be a disaster.

Thinking about all this, his initial hesitation and fear gradually turned into determination, and Old John's eyes took on a look of resolute acceptance.

He gritted his teeth, raised the large-caliber pistol in his hand, and aimed it directly at the vampire king who was smiling and waiting for a response.

"I refuse! You freak! Go back to hell!"

With that sudden shout, Old John pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the silver-white barrel of the Colt Python shuddered violently.

A lead-gray armor-piercing shell shot out, accompanied by a flash of fire.

It was no less powerful than a rifle in terms of firing speed and destructive force, heading straight for Lü Gu's forehead.

to be frank.

This sudden change did indeed surprise Lü Gu.

Who would have thought that this bloated and smug sheriff would have such courage?

You can only say that you can't judge a book by its cover.

The other party must have realized what their words just now meant.

Think clearly about the reasons.

Lu Gu paid no attention to the incoming bullets.

Instead, he looked at the fat old man who had raised a gun to him, his eyes filled with admiration.

Thinking it over, I decided to take this opportunity to do some publicity.

She then slightly raised the corners of her lips.

"You're very good..."

Before he could finish speaking, his meticulously styled blond head exploded into a shower of crimson with a muffled thud.

However, before anyone present could even show a victorious smile...

The blood and flesh that had been scattered in the air seemed to rewind time and gather together, like swallows returning to their nests.

Almost the next breath after the gunshot rang out.

The opponent's shattered head was completely restored in the blink of an eye.

Even her meticulously combed, dazzling golden hair was perfectly neat and tidy.

"...Is this your answer?"

As the skull healed instantly, the words that had been interrupted were spoken again.

But there was no response.

At this moment, the police officers present, including Old John, were all shocked by the bizarre scene they had just witnessed.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

Perhaps because he hadn't heard a reply for a long time, the other person actually lifted his foot and slowly walked towards Old John's direction.

This sudden action startled everyone.

The sheriff himself quickly raised his revolver and frantically pulled the trigger, emptying all the remaining bullets.

But the chaotic shooting only created holes in the enemy's body before passing through them.

The damaged parts were also quickly repaired and restored to their original condition within a few breaths.

Even the approaching footsteps of the other party could not be disrupted in the slightest.

"Oh my God..."

This scene truly stunned Old John, who even forgot to run away.

He subconsciously raised his hands and touched his shoulders, forehead, and chest, praying to God for protection.

But the next moment.

What awaited them was not God's protection, but the sound of bullets being fired.

Those on guard nearby heard the sound of a gunshot.

As the monster drew closer and closer to the sheriff, the officers could no longer hold back and all began firing freely.

The bullets rained down, but they only passed through the opponent's body time and time again. As the marks quickly healed, it was as if they hadn't caused any damage at all.

This only made the old sheriff more desperate.

at this time.

Suddenly I heard a loud shout from behind me.

"RPG!!"

When old John turned around, he saw the police car on the hood behind him.

The young man with freckles on his face was now carrying a metal tube-shaped rocket launcher and aiming it at Dracula, who was slowly approaching.

As everyone scattered, the young police officer gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

With a whooshing sound propelled by gunpowder, the warhead, loaded with explosive propellant, hurtled toward the figure who made no attempt to dodge.

"Peng!!"

With a deafening roar, high-temperature flames and metal fragments tore through the air.

The explosion blew Dracula's body apart.

Bones and limbs were scattered everywhere.

But the next scene...

Under the desperate gaze of everyone.

The tossed flesh and blood instantly transformed into large and small black bats, flapping their wings like a dark cloud.

This caused the officers in the front row to panic and blindly raise their guns to fire into the air.

However, in the end, only a few bats were shot down, which was insignificant compared to the sheer number of them.

At this moment, the bats formed from Dracula's flesh and blood circled a few times before finally gathering again on a nearby low building.

next moment.

That handsome face reappeared, completely unharmed.

This left the people on the street bewildered.

However, perhaps the series of horrific images caused some people to temporarily lose their senses.

Or perhaps they want to vent their fear and anxiety in this way.

However, some people chose to continue aiming at Dracula standing on the rooftop, accompanied by bursts of angry shouts and noisy gunfire.

Compared to the rage and savagery on the ground, the handsome young man maintained elegance and composure throughout.

Amidst shouts and the whistling of bullets cutting through the air.

He took off his top hat and placed it in front of his chest.

He then bowed and gave a very standard salute.

It's like an actor who has finished performing on stage and is bowing to give a closing speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's welcoming ceremony was very warm and welcoming. Let's look forward to the next one!"

After saying this, the young man, who called himself Dracula and remained mysterious throughout, turned around, ignoring the bullets that pierced his body.

As they walked further away, they gradually disappeared into the night.

Only a group of police officers remained on the street, lost in thought for a long time.

As the other person left, some people collapsed to the ground.

I have absolutely no idea what they're trying to do. They suddenly appeared, then just as suddenly ran away, and then just as suddenly left.

They were driven away by them.

John could swear to his stomach that even if they stood there and let them beat him all day, he probably wouldn't get hurt in the slightest.

It couldn't just be that I came out to scare them.

Thinking this, he looked up somewhat helplessly and met the gazes of the other young men who were standing there in a daze, but all he saw was confusion in their eyes.

"Sigh... what a mess..."

Old John sighed deeply, turned around, and went to get in the car to get a cigarette.

As soon as he turned around, he made eye contact with a foreign tourist on the street.

At that moment, the other person's phone clicked and flashed.

Both of them were stunned, and the atmosphere was quite awkward.

The old director blinked twice, and in the next instant he realized what was happening, raising his hand as if to shout.

The tourist seemed to realize what he was about to do, and immediately turned and ran away.

It disappeared into a small alley.

By the time the police officers realized what was happening and gave chase, there was no sign of them.

At this point, the other police officers present realized what was going on.

Old John lost his appetite for smoking and slumped into his chair.

Turning to look at the cameras all around and the residents holding up their phones behind the windows, one sentence filled the minds of everyone present.

"This is really the end..."

(End of this chapter)