Chapter 116 The Real Murderer Behind the Scenes

Orange soda?"

Fletcher shook his head. "Didn't I tell you that I don't have the same interests as you do?"

"I know you like blood drinks, but maybe try another flavor."

Gina, the cinema manager, said to her, "I thought if we chatted, or walked around, or watched a movie, your taste would become closer to mine."

"People's tastes don't change easily, just like their personalities, once they are set, they won't change."

Fletcher looked at Kraven's boasting on the movie screen and continued, "If I were you, Gina, I would stay away from me. After all, I am not a good person and have always planned to destroy this city."

"Good, because I'm a total jerk, too."

Gina told Fletcher frankly, "There is nothing good about me. I have evil thoughts and even more evil things. I swear, smoke and drink. To be honest, my mouth and brain are almost full of shit, and it will spray out at any time - like a swarm of maggots."

After accurately evaluating herself, she took off her glasses, revealing her dark pupils, "Or, Fletcher, do you think I'm an upright and kind person, a good person? Anyone who is with someone like me will only get into trouble.

My troubles, my problems, my emotions, everything about me, I will pour it on your head like a bucket of dirty water. A good girl is well-educated, wears a beautiful sundress, and doesn't say words like fuck all the time, but I am not like that. "

Fletcher is a film investor and Gina is a cinema manager.

But the relationship between the two is not simple.

Fletcher hides behind the scenes and often shoots some "reality show" movies.

Without exception, everyone in her movies will be killed for real, hunted by the monsters she created.

"Since I boarded your ship, I, who is not a good person, have no way out."

Gina said as she looked at the movie screen.

She saw the hunter Kraven on the screen making jokes and couldn't help laughing and said, "This hunter is also a romantic guy."

Fletcher shifted his position. "Why? You want to date him? Or do you think it's romantic for a man to move like an animal in the woods?"

"You can be sarcastic and mocking, but if you think about it from another perspective, it is indeed quite romantic. I mean, he might encounter romantic things, such as having a romantic date with an orangutan or a baboon."

"Unfortunately, he won't meet it today. I have already sent his favorite prey over there."

Fletcher said calmly: "I hope this reality show will satisfy me."

"Aren't you afraid of attracting public attention?"

Gina felt that putting this matter before the media might attract the attention of some interested parties.

"Who do you mean will hinder me? The vampire princess? Or the vampire hunter?"

Fletcher said calmly, "Are they the same two Spider-Men from before? That Spider-Man is a bit difficult to deal with, but he's just one person."

"No matter who it is, no one can stop my plan."

Fletcher stood up and walked outside. "There will be a good show soon. You can enjoy it."

"how about you?"

"I'm going to make a phone call and order a pizza."

Her eyes gradually turned blood red, becoming brighter in the shadows.

"Who? Who called you?"

Brooklyn, bar alley.

With a dull "bang" sound, a guy was knocked out of the door.

The man who was beaten up was simply a mountain of flesh, and the fat covered by tattoos was like layers of terraced fields.

The fat man, or to be more precise, a fat man with his upper body naked, two of his fingers wearing splints, staggered out.

Blade grabbed his body and slammed it against the door.

The fat man's body shook the wall, and countless pieces of wall dust fell down.

There was a fire-breathing snake tattooed around his navel, and another matching snake coiled around his bucket-thick thighs and extended to the inside of his thighs.

Blade punched him hard in the fire-breathing snake part of his stomach.

The fat man fell to the ground in pain.

"If you keep talking back, I don't mind doing it where your tattoo is."

Being threatened by the blade, the fat man exhaled and said, "If you dare, do you believe I will shoot you in the mouth?"

"Very good, I like your temper."

The blade pressed directly against his crotch and hit him hard.

The fat man immediately knelt on the ground, covering his crotch.

Then Blade came forward and grabbed his clothes. The fat man endured the pain and stretched out his left hand - the hand without the splint - as if to pull Blade's jaw off.

It's a pity his arms aren't that long.

Blade had no expression on his face and suddenly reached out and grabbed his throat.

The fat man screamed loudly and raised his chubby hand to slap Daofeng.

Blade leaned back and the fat man's hand hit a nearby rusty trash can.

His index and middle fingers bent backwards at a frightening angle, and the crisp breaking sound was followed by a heart-wrenching cry.

Blade slowly pulled out the silver knife from his back with one hand and said, "Very good, cut off two fingers on your left hand as well, so that it will be symmetrical."

He released the fat man's throat and gave him a push.

The fat man staggered and fell backwards into the trash can.

The trash can seemed to have been converted into a makeshift rental by homeless people - dirty dishes were everywhere, attracting swarms of flies.

Next to the rear trash can was a simple small bed with a deep depression in the middle.

Then the Blade Warrior grabbed the fat man's pumpkin head and slammed it onto the garbage lid covered with stains and debris.

Holding the silver knife in his left hand, he grabbed the fat man's head with his right hand.

After the fat man's head was tilted up, Blade put a photo in front of his nose.

He blinked his tearful eyes and stared at the photo.

"The woman in the background is named Fletcher Gaines."

Blade asked her, "She is your superior, right? You are in this photo! Tell me, who is she?!"

This photo was taken of the fat man at a party. He was holding a drink that might be beer and laughing heartily.

Everyone else around was bathed in the fiery red of Christmas lights.

On the stage behind him, there was a woman sitting in the middle.

Even if you just sit there, you can still attract everyone's attention.

"A bartender said you might know him."

"Yes, yes," the fat man cried in pain, "I know her. Why didn't you take out the photo earlier?"

He simply raised his splinted hand and shook it, like a wounded penguin flapping its flippers.

"Tell me, what is her true identity? Are she the one behind the recent appearance of vampires in New York?"

"She is a major shareholder of Midnight Cinema. I met her when I was working on the crew. Although she is a vampire, she rarely communicates with us."

"What sect of vampire is she?"

"No one knows her. She seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and there seems to be a werewolf around her, but no one has seen it."

"that is all?"

"That's all. She's very close to the manager of Qianen Cinema. Maybe you can go find her. I remember her name is Gina."

Blade raised his sword and continued to ask, "Who was on the phone with you just now?"

"She is, Fletcher Gaines, and she wants us to continue to recruit actors."

"actor?"

"Yes, some extras."

"What does she want to do?"

"I don't know! I really don't know! I know these actors often go missing. Maybe she fed them to her werewolf, or did something else, but we don't dare to ask her. No vampire can be her opponent. Everyone is afraid of her."

After Blade confirmed that he was not lying, he nodded and said, "Very good, thank you for your cooperation."

Wait until Blade leaves.

"Damn it, all of you will die a horrible death." The fat man cursed while sobbing.

But suddenly a dart flew out of the darkness and hit the fat man's mouth. The hard tip instantly knocked out several of his teeth.

He turned over and started coughing violently. Blood bubbles appeared at the corners of his mouth and a bloody tooth fell to the ground.

The silver dart penetrated deep into his mouth, and a flaming pain immediately struck him.

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