The wilderness of Pennsylvania is deserted, and the nearest town is nearly seventy kilometers away, leaving the bustle of New York State, which is closer to a taste of a big farm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, it is still winter, and although the sun is very strong, it can still be cold in such a wilderness.

"I can't go back like this. It's an escape!" Thor shouted to his brother Loki on the wide plains.

"What's the use of you staying, you can't do anything with a mortal body like you. "Loki can't do anything about Thor's brains.

"I've contacted Heimdall, he'll open the Rainbow Bridge in a quarter of an hour, and you'll have to go back to Asgard with me. Loki said to Thor in an irresistible tone.

"But what should we do if the serpent is really here?" Thor, questioning Loki.

"That's what Odin should be concerned about, not you, the god of thunder who has lost his powers. Loki didn't talk nonsense with Thor, and directly used a spell to imprison Thor.

The Rainbow Bridge opened at the scheduled time, and the two Thor brothers returned to Asgard.

About a hundred kilometers from them, in a forest in Pennsylvania, it used to be an animal sanctuary, but it was also open for hunting during the hunting season.

This is to ensure that the ecological balance is maintained and that the increasing number of deer and bears in the reserve is controlled in an appropriate and human-controlled manner.

There are a number of private hunter huts that were originally open for hunters during the hunting season, but in this cold winter season, these hunter huts should have closed long ago, and the shopkeepers would have returned to the city to go to the cat winter.

But there was a hunter's hut that hadn't closed yet, or the owner and his group of friends didn't want to leave.

The owner's name is Kesen, and he was originally a vampire, but he was half-blood, and he didn't really like the identity of a vampire.

He was a staunch vegetarian before he was converted, and the smell of blood was the thing he rejected the most, even though he was also a hunter.

But he has always been a staunch pacifist, and the hunters hunt to maintain the balance in the forest and make the whole biological chain more reasonable, rather than blindly killing and taking for fun.

So even after becoming a vampire, he never attacked humans, and the income from his hunter's hut was able to support him in buying plasma from the government's blood bank.

Relying on the plasma, he didn't attack anyone, and still fifteen years later, plus he took extra care to keep his posture and never show his fangs.

and wearing a special sunscreen every time he goes out, and no one has ever known he's a vampire for years.

In the fifteen years since he was converted, he has maintained a good condition, even married and had children with an ordinary woman, he loves his wife and children very much, and he has been trying to stay away from the circle of vampires.

Until the implementation of the Vampire Special Population Management Measures, all the cover-ups he had done before were useless, and the government had a record of his purchase of plasma.

He was taken away by the police and forcibly injected with purifying serum, which was nothing to him, and he had long wanted to get out of the vampire identity.

But instead of getting better because he was no longer a vampire, life began to get worse and worse.

His wife and children couldn't accept that he was a vampire, especially after the government news repeatedly broadcast various crimes against vampires.

His wife left him with their children, and the family that had been painstakingly run for more than ten years fell apart in an instant. And worse things happened one after another.

There were so-called protest vampire rallies and organizations that rallied on his doorstep, demanding that he get out of the town where he had lived for more than thirty years.

Kesen swore to God that he had never hurt anyone, but those words went unheeded, and the frenzied crowd dragged him out of the house.

It's like medieval Europe did with witches, tying him to a tree and beating him with all sorts of insults. If the police hadn't arrived in time, maybe he would have been burned to death in a tree like those witches.

The town where Kerson lives is a typical conservative place, and there is no room for anything quirky.

He couldn't stand being insulted every day in front of his window, smearing all kinds of insulting language with paint on his house.

Kerson tried to call the police, but every time the sheriff saw him, it was like seeing a foul of smelly stuff, as if he had a terrible contagion and wanted to stay away from him.

It's a form of discrimination, and it's not just the case of Kesen, it's the same discrimination that many other vampires who have become normal.

Of course, the media will not report these things, because it is a political issue. On American soil, what news media is now thinking about confronting the country's planning?

In addition, if the news media reveals a little sympathetic article about vampires at this time, I am afraid that it will be torn to pieces by those who hate vampires.

And in this invisible bloodless storm of discrimination, there is another chasm between pure-bloods and half-bloods between vampires.

Those rich and powerful pure-bloods still live a life of superiority, whether they are vampires or not, as long as they still have enough capital in their hands, they are always the elite of this country.

Neither the media nor the police will trouble them, and ordinary people in general can't afford to mess with those guys even if they hate vampires.

And half-blood vampires like Kesen are the ones who have suffered the most from this turmoil.

Some politicians are accustomed to calling these things the throes of the new bill, and they just need to endure it, but they may not take into account that there are many people who will not survive the throes.

Some people may die before the pain is over, some people may survive the pain, but some people will decide not to endure the pain again, even at the cost of their own lives.

Because for some people, sometimes anger and hatred are even more important things than life.

The Hunter's Lodge in Kesen is home to a group of people who are mostly desperate or former half-blood vampires who are not accepted by society and cannot tolerate such discrimination.

Recently, a name has been mentioned again in the circle of half-blood vampires, and that is Deacon Feith, the leader of the former half-blood vampires.

Countless half-bloods saw him as a hero, a fighter against purebloods, and many were willing to give their lives for his revolution.

After the vampire empire fell apart, it was rumored that he had been killed.

But recently, someone saw him again, and Dickenface was recruiting, and he seemed to be going to make a big move.

And the reason why Kesen's Hunter's Hut gathered so many people today is because one of Deacon Feith's subordinates is here today to give these incapacitated half-blood vampires some tasks.

The snow in the forest outside is already 10 centimeters thick, and it is already starting to feel like a person walking in this kind of snow.

Braving the bitter cold and snow, the messenger had made a trek to open the hunter's hut, and the sentry outside had already spotted him, but the messenger had already made the prescribed code.

"It's damn weather. The messenger, dressed in a heavy winter coat and carrying a large suitcase, scolded as soon as he entered the house.

"Damn, Kesen, do you have any wine here? I want a bottle of whiskey to warm up. ”

With a blank face, Kesen handed a bottle of whiskey to the messenger, and the visitor poured himself a large sip before feeling the alcohol start to work in the blood.

"Have you seen Deacon?" asked Kesen after the other messengers had finished their drinks.

This is also the question that the dozen or so people present are most concerned about, and everyone's eyes are focused here.

"Yes, I saw him. I swear, Deacon is stronger than any vampire we've ever seen, and I'm afraid Dracula wouldn't be his match now. The messenger said with some excitement.

"What the hell is Deacon's plan?" asked a proto-vampire.

"Isn't it easy to understand?" the messenger did not look back at the man, but placed the large box he was carrying on the table, and found a stool for him to sit down.

"Do you still want to live like this? We haven't done anything bad before! We were forced to be vampires. ”

"Even after becoming vampires, none of us here have ever gone out to attack humans. ”

"We are law-abiding, we work hard, and we use the dollars we earn to buy government plasma. But what has the government done now?"

"Our families have been ruined, a lot of people have lost their jobs, and I just contacted a friend in Arizona the other day, and at least five hundred half-blood vampires have died or disappeared in their social circle this month. ”

The emissary's words made most of the people present bow their heads, and many people felt the same way. Discrimination is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it is real.

Vampires who have become normal people are ostracized in large numbers, lose their jobs and cannot study, and are isolated by the crowd, intentionally or unintentionally.

Was the government ill-conceived when it designated this bill, or was it deliberately pushed by someone with a heart, and it's too late to say anything because the quarantine has already been caused.

Some people may think that vampires who have become ordinary people can't make much of a fuss, but history has warned people countless times that please never underestimate the power of small people.

Now, for example, the messenger returning from Dickenface opened the chest he was carrying. Ten blue serums were revealed.

In a word, Deacon only needs the strongest willpower. The messenger's face was serious.

"It's up to you whether you want to live in a nest or start a big business with Deacon. But I have to tell you that these things don't guarantee your chances of survival, and the mortality rate is as high as 60 percent, so it's up to you to choose. ”

Before the messenger could finish his words, Kesen picked up a serum and injected it into his arm.

It doesn't matter, anyway, I have nothing to lose, if I can turn the world upside down before the end of my life. At least prove that you have lived heroically in this world, and not hide in a no-man's corner and die silently like an old dog.

Los Angeles, the place known as the City of Angels.

A very handsome young man was sitting in a café looking out at the coast in the distance, and if you looked closely into his eyes, you would see that there was a fire burning in the depths of his eyes.

A strange flame, very faint and almost impossible to detect without deliberate probing, but that kind of flame does not give people the feeling of warmth, but a kind of cold from hell.

He played with a silver ornament in his hand and whispered softly.

"It's all about balance, hunting, fear, and death. (To be continued.) )