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Chapter 11 Get a new weapon!
In Hell's Kitchen, Link walked through several intricate alleys and entered a stone staircase that looked quite old and led underground.

Walking down the winding steps, you will see moss-covered stone bricks.

At the end was a cold iron door. Link knocked gently three times.
"pat"

The long slot on the iron door was pulled open, revealing a pair of vigilant eyes.

But when he saw it was Link, his eyes became friendly.
"Oh! So it's really you! Link, my friend!"

Brad opened the heavy iron door.
But out of caution, he took down a handheld ultraviolet light from the wall.

Symbolically, it waved twice in front of Link to make sure that Link was not a fake vampire in disguise.
"Brad, you seem a little overly nervous lately?"

Seeing Brad's cautious look, Link laughed and teased, then followed Brad into the door.

This is a base converted from an abandoned air-raid shelter and is also Brad's core safe house.

Three powerful diesel generators are the energy supply devices here.
In the southeast corner, there is a "giant screen" composed of multiple monitors, which is connected to the monitoring devices of the branch in important locations nearby, and displays the external situation in real time.
There was also a large map of New York pinned to a whiteboard, with various symbols densely marked on it with multi-colored markers.

The rest area is composed of a refrigerator, a small basketball court (a simple basketball hoop is installed on the wall), an old sofa, and a coffee table.
There were also rows of iron racks that took up quite a bit of space, filled with all kinds of bottles and jars, and you could vaguely see formalin jars with various limbs suspended in them.

Brad also specially cleared a row for growing garlic and some fruit and vegetable crops.
On the weapon rack are placed pistols, submachine guns and other firearms.
On the workbench, there is also a small manual bullet workshop, a crucible for heating silver blocks, a pressing machine, a gunpowder injection...

Sitting on the sofa with Brad, Link took the bottle of iced Coke he handed over.

After a brief chat, both of them fell silent.

Seeing that Brad seemed to be troubled, Link asked,
"Brad, what's wrong?"

"Link... Alas, I don't understand, or rather, I am a little worried,"

"worry about what?"

"We killed the [Baron] [of the Deacon family], not that I feared their revenge,"

"But it's been almost two days, and the vampires haven't made any noise. It's getting a little strange how quiet they are!"

"This is obviously inconsistent with the vampires' nature of 'revenge', so I suspect they are plotting a conspiracy against us."

"So you should be careful and be cautious recently."

"Okay, thank you for your reminder."

Link frowned, then relaxed and clinked glasses with Brad.

The cool feeling of the cola flowing down his throat stimulated Link's brain, and his thoughts raced.
"By the way, Brad, the thing I asked you to do..."

Brad immediately put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up and walked to the workbench, and waved to Link to follow.

The two walked to the workbench, and Brad took out a box and handed it to Link.
Link slowly opened the lid of the box and saw what was inside at a glance:
It was a metal product similar to an arm guard, and one could vaguely see some delicate mechanical parts, gear shafts, and energy storage devices...

Taking this exquisite arm guard out of the box, Link put it on under Brad's simple instructions.
Move your wrist, open your palm, and trigger the pressure switch in the device.
"Click——"

A 23cm long metal blade popped out from the inside of Link's wrist.

Activate another trigger device again,
The blade sprang out further, then bent at the end.
The palm of your hand can hold it in the palm of your hand, forming a dagger about 35 cm long.

Link walked to a position slightly further away from Brad.

I started swinging and chopping, and it felt pretty good.

Relax the muscles of your wrist, and under the action of the mechanism, the blade will begin to shrink and return to its original shape, and then be retracted into the arm guard.

Link looked at this "handmade master" Brad's "three-section hidden blade without cutting off fingers" with satisfaction.
Seeing Link's happy expression, Brad immediately spoke up.
"I ordered a batch of high-strength steel from an old friend, and the edge of the blade was plated with silver,"

"There is a very fine hollow layer in the center of the blade, which can be injected with allicin or poison, which can penetrate to the edge of the blade."

"Honestly, how did you come up with such a complicated weapon?"

Link smiled.
"I am very satisfied, thank you, Ty...Brad."

"Don't be so polite, we are friends."

Brad also smiled, showing his big white teeth, and patted Link's shoulder.

"Oh, and there are three spare blades. They are modular in design and can be replaced. Wait for me to get them."

Then Brad turned and left, and Link began to get used to the use of the hidden blade.

——（I am the dividing line）_(:з」∠)_
It was already evening when I returned to the apartment from Brad's underground base.

Not only did he get the long-awaited [Hidden Blade] from Brad,
Considering that bullets will eventually run out, Link wanted to make himself a cold weapon as a transitional knife.
After much thought, he came up with the Hidden Blade. This weapon, which is a weapon that a gentleman hides on his body and waits for the right time to strike, fits Link's idea very well.

Link also bought a box of bullets from Brad, emptying his inventory for the past month.

But Link is not worried about Brad's financial situation.

This "day walker" is much richer than me.

Another Dodge Tomahawk, another pile of silver-plated weapons,
Of course, Link did not give up anything.
You know, every time a vampire is killed, the most valuable and easy-to-handle part of the vampire, the "blood fang",
Link never took any of them, and gave them all to Brad to deal with.

(Of course, it’s definitely not because Link is a germaphobe and hates dirt⊙▽⊙)

Humming a familiar tune, Link returned to his apartment, opened the door, and habitually glanced at the "mark" he had made.
Link suddenly stopped, his eyes grim.
There are guests at home.

You have to give him a good greeting.

(End of this chapter)