Chapter 1802 Extra Story: Rainy Night

The dark foreign streets, due to the rainy night, except for the occasional fast-moving vehicles on the empty streets, there are only dim street lights left.

The sound of pattering rain washed the empty asphalt road.

Suddenly a young man stumbled out of a shop.

It can be seen from the face that the man is Asian. In this country of Caucasians, he obviously has a very difficult life.

A group of white men with guns chased them out. They were cursing, and the guns fired bullets casually.

And the young man seemed to have eyes behind his back. Although he was staggering, he always avoided the bullet by a hair.

The sound of chaotic footsteps and gunshots in the rainstorm night did not attract people's attention at all.

Even if someone pays attention, no one will dare to intervene at this time.

This is the era when the Canadian mafia is prevalent, and the guns of the mafia are more useful than anything else.

The white people cursed and were blinded by the heavy rain.

And the young man was like a slippery loach, he just wiped away the rain and disappeared completely in the rainy night.

A group of people chased separately.

But when the sound of footsteps faded away, only the sound of the rainstorm washing over the ground was left.

I don't know how long it took, maybe two or three hours, or maybe five or six hours?

In a dark alley, there was a sudden movement in the messy trash can.

A pair of pale and slender hands grabbed the edge of the trash can and slowly crawled out.

His head was covered with dirty vegetable leaves, and the black T-shirt on his body could not tell the color at all.

The heavy rain hit his face like pebbles, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

It wasn't cold, and a hot flush appeared on his pale face.

Ling Mo came to Canada with his uncle when he was a teenager and joined a mafia.

He has been sitting at the bottom of the cannon fodder, just wanting to make a living, but his hands have been contaminated early.

It's just that he has always been quite indifferent, and he will pay back his life sooner or later if he comes out to mess around.

Now that those people died by his Ling Mo's hands, at some point, Ling Mo would die as well, and he would become a corpse with a scratched face.

But Ling Mo never thought that there would be a kind of people who are immortal, but evil to the point of distortion.

The Judgment from Another World is a relatively mysterious organization in the Mafia, but when it was committed by Ling Mo's boss, Ling Mo and the other minions were sent to smash the scene,

The place was ruined, and only Ling Mo escaped alive.

But Ling Mo has avoided those people now, but his head is dizzy, his throat is extremely dry, and he is so thirsty that his whole body feels extremely uncomfortable.

Before dawn, the city under the heavy rain is full of darkness and gunshots.

He stumbled back to his residence.

Drank a full stomach of cold water.

But the stomach is full, but the feeling of hunger has not disappeared at all.

The uncle came with the boss's reward, which was a thick stack of tickets.

Uncle's smile was still on his face, but he froze after entering the room.

Ling Mo's eyes were dark and scarlet, but the two fangs on his lips were sticking out.

Ling Mo licked his lips.

The whole world seemed to be covered with a faint blood color.

He jumped on it.

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Three days later, a Chinese citizen named Ling Mo returned to his own country.

He was silent and withdrawn.

Being transformed into a vampire probably happened in a corner of that clubhouse.

Ling Mo only remembered fainting for a while, and when he woke up, he ran as hard as he could.

This may be the evil taste of that alien trial, which transformed him into a vampire and did not kill him.

But after eating his uncle, Ling Mo's life would be worse than death.

But Ling Mo is still alive after all, and has been alive forever.

Another rainy day.

The sky over the city is full of smog, Ling Mo mixed among a group of ordinary office workers, quietly looking for targets.

When he was chasing the target and walking to the alleyway, Ling Mo heard a cry.

A little baby of a few months was abandoned by his parents on such a rainy night, and was thrown under the canopy of the desolate bus stop.

Vehicles passing by on the street splashed white water.

The crying went on and on.

It would have been good food.

But like a ghost, Ling Mo walked over and pushed Xiaowa's swaddle away.

Xiaowa held her finger in her mouth, crying without a baby voice.

But when he looked at Ling Mo, the crying gradually died down, and the last pair of black eyes with tears were just looking at Ling Mo.

About four or five months.

Ling Mo judged.

He pursed his lips and wanted to leave, but after a few steps, he finally turned back.

He picked up the baby.

It has probably been hundreds of years since he was first embraced as a vampire.

But today, Ling Mo always remembered that on the same rainy night hundreds of years ago, he became a vampire and ate his uncle.

And the same time and heavy rain.

Xiaowa, maybe it was God's salvation for him.