doitstory Chapter 2055, Section 253: The final climax begins.
Chapter 2055, Section 253: The final climax begins.
Chapter 2055, Section 2.53: The final climax begins.
The fifth level of the Mayan pyramid, a breast-jiggling nightclub.
Waitress Spice once again pushed through the crowd to refill a large glass of ice-cold beer for the man leaning against the corner: "Have fun."
"Thank you," Curved Blade said expressionlessly, watching her return to the bar.
"Look, he really is here to drink," waitress Spice muttered to the bartender behind the bar.
Razor Charlie wiped the bullet cup in his hand and replied without looking up, "I always felt like he was an old acquaintance I couldn't quite place."
"Was that a long time ago?" Waitress Spice blinked.
Only Razor Charlie understood the deeper meaning behind that statement.
Referring to the timeline of the *From Dusk Till Dawn* trilogy, Razor Charlie is the only character who appears throughout the entire trilogy. In *From Dusk Till Dawn 3: The Hangman's Daughter*, set in early 3th-century Mexico, Razor Charlie is the bartender at the Devil's Inn, a hotel located in the vast desert. This Devil's Inn, too, was converted from the top floor of a Mayan pyramid buried under the sand. Whether this Devil's Inn is the later Breast-Jiggle nightclub is not explained in the plot. But undoubtedly, in both nightclubs, separated by a century and run by vampires, Razor Charlie is the bartender.
In *From Dusk Till Dawn 2: Texas Blood Money*, the bartender at the low-budget version of the Breast Jiggle Bar is Razor Eddie, the twin brother of Razor Charlie. It is his unexpected appearance and involvement in converting the leader of the gang of five who successfully escaped from prison and went to the Wolf Motel that sets off the storyline of the second game.
In fact, both Razor Charlie and Razor Eddie are isotopes of Scimitar.
So the meaning behind the waitress Spice's words is whether this old acquaintance she can't remember, Razor Charlie, was someone she'd met a long time ago.
“That’s impossible.” Razor Charlie placed the freshly cleaned bullet cup on the bar. “You know, an ordinary person can’t live that long.”
"Are you sure?" The waitress, Spice, refilled the beer and rushed to refill the guest's glass.
“I’m sure.” Razor Charlie said slowly, glancing again subconsciously at the curved blade in the corner.
Just then, the electrifying death metal music finally shattered the sanity of a new customer. He was led away from the bustling nightclub by a stripper and into a secluded room separated by a wall. Following his example, more and more patrons were led away from the nightclub by strippers.
Using the visual projection of the curved blade, the Nine-Tails captain, who had witnessed the entire event, suddenly asked, "My lord, they are purebred vampires, aren't they?"
“I understand what you mean,” Wu Chen said with a smile. “Purebred and pure are not the same. Purebred vampires can also be promiscuous. Referring to the plot of ‘From Dusk Till Dawn 2,’ they can even have hybrid offspring with humans.”
"Want to go take a look?" Captain Nine-Tails was referring to the passionate scene unfolding in the inner room.
"No need." Wu Chen didn't care about these B-level plot points that were unrelated to the main storyline: "Besides, the real show hasn't even started yet."
"Ah, my lord is referring to 'the most spectacular erotic dance in film history'," Captain Nine-Tails immediately realized.
“That’s right.” Wu Chen smiled and said, “Since we have this opportunity, we definitely can’t miss it.”
As expected. Seeing that everyone's attention was now drawn to the departing stripper, and the commotion began to spread uncontrollably, Razor Charlie shouted at the opportune moment: "Now, please watch the mistress of death, the representative of evil, the most wicked woman on earth dance—"
The spreading commotion was immediately drowned out by a chorus of whistles.
The lights began to dim, and the flames began to rise.
The death rock that the vampire band had been rocking all night was transformed into a gentle, heart-stirring style.
All eyes were drawn to the main stage, to the incredibly alluring figure behind the curtain that cascaded to the ground like a waterfall of blood.
As the Mexican guitar swayed, a flawless, bronze-skinned leg slowly emerged from behind the curtain, seemingly piercing everyone's heart.
The entire room fell silent for a moment, with only the man's rapid breathing remaining.
Reluctantly, he turned his gaze away from the main stage. Even having watched Razor Charlie countless times for free, he couldn't completely resist the intense allure of Santa Nicole Pandemoni, the ancient vampire queen and "Grim Reaper's mistress." However, when he subconsciously turned his gaze to the corner, all he saw was a numb, unfamiliar man's face.
"My friend, you really just came here to drink."
Seemingly sensing that he was being watched, Curved Blade glanced towards the bar. His eyes met those of Razor Charlie, and Curved Blade expressionlessly put down his empty glass and headed straight for the restroom.
"Should I go take a look?" Spice, the waitress who had just finished serving everyone, returned to the bar.
“No need.” Razor Charlie shook his head. “He won’t see the sun rise tomorrow morning.”
“That’s not like you at all,” the waitress, Spice, joked with a smile.
“Nothing in this world is static.” With that, Razor Charlie took a sharp razor from under the bar and headed towards the restroom.
"Who says otherwise?" The waitress, taking the opportunity to pour herself a glass of strong liquor, drank it down in one gulp with a look of satisfaction.
"Ah—" The strong liquor burned her throat, bringing a warm sensation. The waitress, Spice, couldn't help but let out a contented groan. This was the easiest way for a vampire, who couldn't bear the sunlight, to find warmth. What she looked forward to even more was the foreplay of the upcoming bloody feast. The comfort of hot blood far surpassed the sting of the liquor.
The old wooden door creaked open.
A quick glance revealed an empty bathroom with only a curved blade standing with its back to the urinal.
Not in a hurry to make a move, Razor Charlie walked to the urinal next to him and quickly relieved himself.
Neither of them spoke until they completely emptied their bladders.
“Something’s not right, friend.” Razor Charlie expertly zipped up his pants.
"Well, what can I say, my friend?" Curved Blade shrugged.
“Look,” Razor Charlie glanced down, “you’re not reacting at all.”
"Perhaps, I don't like women," the scimitar retorted expressionlessly.
“No. My friend.” Razor Charlie shook his head seriously; “I can read a guest’s tastes at a glance. You are definitely a pure man.”
"So?" The scimitar turned slightly to face him.
“So, you have ulterior motives.” Razor Charlie took out a sharp razor, first cutting his own tongue to let the taste of blood spread in his mouth: “Tell me, whose dog are you?”
The distorted roar emanating from the bloodied tongue, which forked all the way to the root of its tongue, needed no reply. Razor Charlie, having tasted blood, had inflated into a vampire form. A pair of enormous beastly claws first tore through his leather boots, slamming them to the ground, followed by a pair of ugly bat wings that tore through his leather coat and spread out from his back.
However, from beginning to end, the expressionless scimitar watched his ugly performance with a blank look.
It was as if nothing had happened.
A chilling indifference emanating from the depths of his soul utterly enraged Vampire Razor Charlie. He abruptly extended his thick, hairy claws and strangled the curved blade by the throat: "Tell me, whose dog are you?!"
Wu Chen, who witnessed all of this simultaneously, couldn't help but smile knowingly.
The story ends with the plot.
The final climax has begun.