"I remember I said you weren't welcome in this place!" said a slightly older-looking man in a manor house in New York as he roared angrily at a group of young people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Old Lanka, don't get so excited. It's not good for your heart. We're just borrowing for a while, we're compatriots, and we should help each other, aren't we?" The young man in the lead didn't listen to the old man at all, and said to himself.

"Robert, why don't you go to New Jersey to find your boss! I don't welcome you here, filthy half-bloods!" the old man named Lanka scolded in an unceremonious tone.

"Don't think we won't dare kill you, old fellow!" the young man named Robert was visibly enraged by the filthy half-blood.

Robert and the eight companions behind him all bared their monstrous fangs and sharp claws. Their pupils began to shrink, their pupils smaller and the whites of their eyes larger, a sign before the vampires attacked.

But surprisingly, it was Lanka who attacked first.

In his hand is a metal cane, which is usually an ornament for gentlemen.

Of course, if you use it to beat someone, it will also hurt very much.

As an old vampire who has seen the wind and waves, Lanka knows very well that he should not be blind when it is time to do it.

Lanka may look a little old, but the vampire's power has not diminished much.

The cane was swung with only an afterimage, and then it hit Robert directly in the head.

Bump~ The cane has a solid metal ball on the handle, which hits Robert directly into the temple, making the sound of a blunt object hitting the human body.

Robert's neck was directly broken, and the part of his head was directly deflated, showing an abnormal depression.

"I said you wouldn't welcome Deacon Firth's filthy hybrids here!" Ranka still had the blood splattered from the punch to Robert.

At this time, Lanka looked very hideous, and as he spoke, the movements of the four bodyguards standing behind him appeared, showing their weapons and their fangs.

Two gangs of vampires are fighting in the manor. They didn't know that there were people watching the show in the distance.

"It looks like the vampires aren't as united as I thought they were. Peter was talking over the radio to Li Jie, who was hiding somewhere else to observe.

"Just like human society, we go to war to slaughter our own people. Li Jie observed the situation inside the manor through a telescope.

The vampire trail was easier to find than he thought, perhaps because their carnival was approaching, making the group of vampires want to start the carnival early.

Lee Kit and Peter patrol the night, observing several important intersections that Frank has mentioned.

It was Li Jie who found the traces of this group, there were very few vehicles on the road at midnight, and Robert and his party drove two off-road vehicles that did not attract Li Jie's attention.

Until they directly dragged the two female corpses out of the car and discarded them in the bushes on the side of the road.

Li Jie noticed that these were two young women who should have been beautiful when they were alive.

But the last expression on their faces was frightened and distorted, and they were covered in **** and gnawing wounds all over their bodies.

Li Jie reacted at that time to what these guys were. Originally, he was angry and wanted to pull out the long knife, but he ended up with these guys on the spot.

But on second thought, killing these guys directly now is just a vent. The most important thing now is whether we can find more other vampires lurking in New York.

Any cue is especially critical at this point in time.

Holding back a vicious aura in his chest, Li Jie informed the other three. Frank and Damon were in other farther places, and maybe they would have something to gain, so they didn't come to support Jack.

And Spider-Man Peter was not far away, and his speed was relatively fast, so he rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

The two followed the trail of the vehicle to the manor.

"I hope they'd better be able to kill each other cleanly, so that we won't have to worry about it. I feel sick when I think about what happened to those two girls, these damn vampires. Peter had also seen the two horrible female corpses, and now he had no affection for these vampires.

If it was just an ordinary criminal, Peter might have caught the criminal and handed it over to the police or something.

But there is such a thing as vampires, which Peter hates from the bottom of his heart, maybe because of the religious relationship in the family, or maybe in Peter's cognition, vampires do not belong to humans at all.

Peter was not averse to purifying vampires.

"Quiet Spider-Man, let's see what the hell these things are up to. Li Jie told Peter to stop talking and quietly observe what the vampires were going to do.

The owner of the manor, Lanka, is a five-hundred-year-old vampire who was one of the first vampires to immigrate to the New World.

He is also a pure-blooded vampire, and in his opinion, a half-blood vampire or a blood slave should be inherently inferior to a pure-blood vampire.

There are many purebloods who have this kind of thinking, and they are all proud of their pure bloodline, and they look down on half-blood vampires or converted vampires. Not to mention lower-level blood slaves.

These vampires are only worthy of being subordinates in their eyes, such as several of Lanka's bodyguards.

When did such a lowly vampire dare to talk to a noble pure-blood on an equal footing?

The one who brought about this change was the damn Dickon Firth, the damn transformed vampire. How many years has he only been born? How dare he question the vampire empire's eternal rules of power for thousands of years.

Lanka was extremely disgusted with Deacon Firth, and at the same time disgusted with his followers.

"Kill all these guys. Ranka ignored Robert's accomplices and instructed his men lightly.

The vampire bodyguards took out the magazine from the pistol with a blank face and pulled out the special magazine from their arms.

"Damn! this old guy really wants to kill us!TMD actually took Mithril bullets!" The sharp-eyed vampire had seen that the bullets in the magazines in the hands of the bodyguards were different.

"Damn, get these guys done. Someone shouted. The eight young vampires all pulled out their pistols and daggers and prepared to strike first.

For vampires, no matter how serious the injuries are, they can recover. So even if Robert broke his neck by Lanka, it wasn't a big deal, although it hurt a little, but he couldn't die. At most, you should take a day or two off.

However, Mithril inflicts injuries that vampires can't recover, and it's something that can cause fatal damage.

Mithril is not pure silver, because pure silver is also harmful to vampires, but pure silver is too soft.

Vampires' skin is tough, and it is difficult to break through their skin if a weapon is crafted from sterling silver.

Not to mention that if vampires have defensive gear, sterling silver is even more useless.

Therefore, Mithril is a specially refined metal, and its synthesis formula has always been in the hands of a small number of people and organizations.

Mithril is more damaging to vampires than sterling silver. The mere slightest touch of skin can cause a sharp burning sensation and hard-to-recover scars on vampires.

In the Vampire Empire, those who have the ability to make or buy Mithril weapons are generally established vampires.

They have money and power within the empire, and at the same time they hinder the ascension of newcomers.

This is the real irreconcilable contradiction between pure-blood vampires and half-blood vampires.

The group of young vampires clearly did not have the ability to get their hands on the Mithril weapon, although they pulled out the Colt M1911 pistol they had with them and began to shoot at the bodyguards.

But these bodyguards didn't even have the slightest idea of dodging.

"Run~ We're going to get out of here first, damn it! Lanka is crazy!"

Because he'd seen the bodyguards push Mithril bullets into the chamber.

Young people are sometimes so stupid that they often challenge the patience of those in power with self-righteous courage. And never measure the huge power gap between the two sides.

This courage is not worthy of admiration, because it is not so much courage as stupidity.

Deacon Firth is indeed a huge force within the Vampire Empire now, making many veteran pure-blood vampires jealous of him, and even afraid of him.

But that doesn't mean they're afraid and jealous of Deacon's men.

A pig is blown into the sky by a strong wind, but it does not mean that the pig can fly.

Robert and his accomplices paid the price for their ignorance and stupidity, and hopefully they will learn their lesson later. Oh~ I'm sorry, they shouldn't have a future.

The young vampire prepares to flee, but another group of bodyguards appear on their way back.

They held shotguns loaded with Mithril bullets, and under the fire of two groups of bodyguards, the group of vampires of unknown height turned into a cloud of air ashes, scattered in the air, and then disappeared without a trace.

"It doesn't look like it's a lose-lose situation. There was some regret in Peter's tone.

"Alright, it's time for us to get to work when the play is over. This time we might have caught a big fish. "Li Jie has already found a Mithril dagger and is ready to infiltrate this vampire manor.

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