Listening to William's words of dissatisfaction, the nine did not hesitate any longer, carried Serena's box, and left the bomb shelter according to the instructions of Sunday's route.

Back on the ground, Merlin's truck was parked next to two other trucks.

Gunner put Serena's box in William's truck and got into Merlin's truck with the others, changing his outfit to hunt down the remaining werewolves in London.

Closing the truck door, William scanned it with his mental power for a moment, and sensed that there was a small hole in the ammunition box that he didn't know who had made it.

And Serena was already awake, and William smiled at the corner of his mouth, ignoring her as if he didn't know.

As soon as the mecha nine-person team left, thirty combat robots blocked in the werewolf's escape passage,

began to drag the killed werewolf into the prevention and control hole.

These werewolves, who have more or less sucked in silver dust, where are the opponents of robots,

One shot was killed by a robot with an automatic aiming system divided by two.

After cleaning up the werewolf corpses in the pipes and tunnels, the combat robots entered the bomb shelter one after another,

Two robots walked up to Lucian, covered his head again with a hood, and waited two minutes for a portal to appear not far away.

A cleaning robot in Yellowstone Park in the United States handed over a blood box drawn from a werewolf held in a secret base to the combat robot.

The robot that took the box took out a needle and plunged it into Lucian's aorta, which was almost out of breath, and hung the box on the wall.

With fresh blood, Lucian recovered a lot in just a few minutes, and although he was still so weak that it was difficult to lift his hand, he couldn't die for a while.

And William, who had been waiting, connected to Philip's video.

"How's it going, William".

As soon as he saw William, Philip anxiously asked, "I heard from my subordinates that the gunfire on your side has stopped?"

"Well, it does," William smiled and nodded, "but if you know Lucian, or someone who knows Lucian, you'd better make sure."

"OK, I'm connecting with Count Alexandre Covenas, who has been dealing with werewolves and vampires before."

"Wait", before Philip could connect, William stopped him, weird,

"That old ghost has been in contact with you, and he's not afraid that you people will use him as a test subject?"

Philip sighed, "Since sixty years ago, we have been able to get his blood once every ten years, but unfortunately no one has been able to study anything.

As soon as the blood and tissues leave his body for half an hour, they will automatically become useless,

Besides, Count Covinus is a legend who has lived for hundreds of years, and you think he will have nothing in his hands that can make us scruple?

Forget it, it's useless to say it."

Looking at Philip's regretful expression, William couldn't help but think silently in his heart, it seems that he also has to get some backhand that makes others scruples,

Maybe it's time to see if the red mercury egg that has been kept in the polar bear Klingmulin Palace in memory really exists.

Although he has the technology of nuclear eggs in his own mind, it is not the same thing to be able to build it himself and find a red mercury suitcase nuclear egg to imitate it.

At the very least, it can explain why he, a person who has never been exposed to nuclear technology, suddenly understands the problem.

Just as he was thinking, a white-haired and white-bearded Count Cowinas appeared on the monitor.

"Good evening, Grand Duke Devonhill, I am Count Alexandria Corvinas, and it is a pleasure to meet you".

"I'm glad to meet you, Monsieur Earl, you're a living legend."

"Alright, William, let's take a look at Lucien first", interrupting William's nonsense, Philip said directly,

"Once we get rid of Lucian, the first generation of werewolves with intelligence and can restore human bodies, the strength of werewolves will only get weaker and weaker in the future."

William understands that according to the theory of blood, the first generation of werewolves or vampires is often the most powerful, and the offspring they bite are directly the second generation.

And if you can clean up the outliers with a stronger lineage, then the outliers will only get weaker and weaker after that.

"No problem",

William nodded, and soon had the battle robot teleport Lucian's image on Sunday.

Count Covenus stared at Lucian bolted to the wall for a few seconds, and then affirmed, "He's Lucian."

After speaking, he hesitated for a few seconds and asked William, "I remember that he has a brass necklace on him, can you give it to me?"

"You say this".

Picking up the necklace from the table and showing it to Governas, William rolled his eyes and squinted,

"I remember this thing being part of the key, and someone for hundreds of years, has been longing for it,

Monsieur Count, who do you think I should sell to?"

This shocked Korvinas, who did not expect William to even know that this necklace was the key to the cage of William Korwinas, the ancestor of the werewolves, who was opening and holding his second son.

His face remained unchanged and he said, "William, since you know who is looking for the key, you must also understand what will happen if this necklace is left in your hand."

"It's okay, I'm looking forward to him coming to me, if you dare to rob him without paying, hehe, that's just the right thing to kill him."

looked at William with an indifferent face, and then thought that this young man only spent a month arranging and fighting for an hour,

Not only did they capture Lucian, who they hadn't caught for hundreds of years, but they also killed hundreds of werewolves.

Kevinas couldn't help but say helplessly, "I heard that you like antiques, so how about I exchange two Picasso oil paintings with you?"

"How much is it worth?"

Picasso's oil paintings are of course okay, but the value of oil paintings can be related to the size of the painting, the stage of the painter's own level when he created it, and even whether there was a story at the time of creation.

To put it bluntly, there are differences between paintings by the same artist.

In the case of guaranteeing authenticity, the price does not tell the whole story, but it is the most straightforward way to judge.

"It's about 40 million pounds."

William's attitude of asking for money made Govinas very melancholy, and then he was surprised to hear William say,

"Not enough, this thing has a lot to do with your family, and besides, you are a person who has lived for hundreds of years,

Are you embarrassed to trade this for this?"

"Tell me, how much money do you want".

William only thought for a few seconds and then smiled and said, "I can get an antique of 200 million pounds anyway, and I only need the master's paintings,

It's best to limit it to five paintings, like Picasso, Monet, Van Gogh and whatever."

Silent.

Not only was Kovinas's hand shaken with anger, and anger appeared in his eyes,

Philip also looked at William with a shocked look on his face and sighed,

"Looks like I'm going to have to let Wilson learn more from you, William, you're the most shameless junior I've ever met."

Kevinas pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "Tomorrow morning, I will send someone to your manor, and now you can give me the key."

"No problem, you let someone take it".