The night passed peacefully.

The media in Budapest were calm, as if the violent gunfire that erupted and went out on an apartment floor at night was nothing like it. The only thing that appeared in the newspapers and the media was Stark's cynical face and the interviews published by several beautiful reporters one after another.

"The big money is finally gone." Coulson breathed a sigh of relief.

The floor of the Hilton Hotel in Budapest, which was taken by Stark, was taken over by another mysterious rich man after Stark, and the contract was renewed.

As for who this mysterious rich man is?

No one wants to bother with it for the time being.

Even if there are some ulterior motives to inquire, all that can be gained is the words "no comment" from Yan Sù.

This kind of behavior of not wanting to expose oneself is simply too common for people who are rich and celebrities.

No one will dig into it.

In Meng Ao's private room, Michael Kewen, who had woken up from a coma, was facing Meng Ao opposite him a little cramped. He was an introvert, not very sociable, and didn't have many friends in the city. Hospital colleagues are close to him, and there are only three or two.

"Thank you for saving me," Michael thanked dryly.

"You're welcome." Meng Ao responded.

Michael opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere fell into awkward silence again.

"If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask, and I have no reservations about answering it." Meng Ao saw Michael's desire to speak and stopped, and said with a smile.

Emma, the White Queen, approached with a glass of amber wine in her hand, bowed down and pushed a glass of wine down the coffee table to Michael's hand, then sat down next to Meng Ao and handed another glass of wine to Meng Ao.

"Thank you." Michael glanced at Emma, the White Queen, and thanked him in a low voice. He gently picked up the cup with both hands, took a sip, and felt the stream run down his throat, leaving a piece of hot wine falling into his stomach, and his tone seemed to have a little brightness.

"Who are they?" Michael clasped his hands together, clutched the cup, looked at Meng Ao and asked, "That woman, and those monsters." ”

"Didn't you already guess that?" Meng Ao pierced Michael's thoughts and gave a firm affirmation: "It's those legendary creatures, maybe not the same family, but certainly the same kind." Bloodlines, and werewolves. ”

"I thought those were just legends!" Michael's tone was a little erratic.

"Isn't some of the history of the West just a history of mythology? Some things have been passed down for thousands of years and have endured for a long time, not necessarily without reason. ”

"That is, they are all real?" Michael's palm holding the glass tightened a little harder, "Those werewolves, and, that female vampire?" After saying these two legendary creatures, Michael suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Or the loss of a breath.

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing." Meng Ao fiddled with his fingers twice to the White Queen Emma and made a gesture, and the White Queen Emma got up in understanding, walked to a table, opened the drawer and took out something, then walked back and handed Meng Ao a Wen Jiàn package.

Meng Ao took it, took out the contents and dropped it on the coffee table between him and Michael.

That's a stack of photos.

Photograph of the werewolf's corpse.

"See?" Meng Ao leaned forward slightly, his arm reached out, and slapped one hand on a photo on the coffee table, and with a light turn of his fingers, he pulled the photo out of the scattered pile of photos.

"Corpses?" Michael looked at the picture of the dying werewolf with two bullet holes in his head, and wondered why Meng Ao had shown him the picture.

"No, you should pay more attention to the wounds on the corpse." Meng Ao said and clicked twice on the gunshot wound in the photo, "The woman who saved you last night is called Ada, well, Wang Ida." As with Hungarian surnames, the first name comes first and the first name comes last. ”

"She's a good marksman." Michael's mind couldn't help but reappear of the beautiful woman who seemed to be always calm and had a godlike marksmanship.

"She's also very good with weapons." Meng Ao answered.

"I've heard her say it's powerful. She said that some of the elite soldiers in the army were difficult to master, and I was a little incredulous. Michael thought back to what Ida had told him that night.

"You'd better believe it." Meng Ao tapped on the photo, "In layman's terms, that gun is aimed at your head, a bullet can shatter your head, just like a direct headshot by a sledgehammer picked up by a giant." A mist of blood. ”

Michael's face turned a little pale, and he said to Meng Ao, "Why are you talking to me about this? ”

"That's the key. Look at this photo, a bullet that can smash your entire skull can only create a proper bullet hole for them. Do you know what that means? Meng Ao picked up the photos one by one and explained casually.

This means that the muscle density and strength of this creature are far superior to that of humans! When they puff up their muscles, release their original form, and build up their strength, their bodies are even harder than granite. ”

"Those guns in the hands of the police are toys in front of this group of creatures."

"This isn't some big thrilling cospLay event Michael! It's reality! ”

With Meng Ao's commentary, Michael Curwen's face turned even paler.

"Isn't it true that the humans have not shown them? Or are the politicians hiding it? Michael soon realized something was wrong. If these monsters really existed, it would be impossible for humans to remain unaware.

"Just as you think. There is a very powerful organization that covers up this qiē, and they have created a lot of nonsensical legends in real legends, which sound easy to debunk. Meng Ao tucked his body back into the backrest of the sand: "They are in charge of dealing with this kind of natural force affairs. ”

"Why did those monsters find me? And what is that organization you are talking about going to do with me? Me, can I go back to my old life? Michael just felt a flustered mess. He had already guessed, but he still had unreliable expectations such as pranks, and under the confirmation of Meng Ao, the embankment of reason and calmness was already a little shaky under the torrent of panic.

"It's a long story, and I'd love to tell it to you. As for your future life, I will be happy to give you some suggestions after the story is over. Meng Ao smiled. Emma, the White Queen, looked at Michael with the same gaze as a mouse that had fallen under a cat's paw.

Can you fuse the genes of some organisms and make them fuse and evolve the bloodline?

This is precious to giants such as Storm, which focus on the biogenomics and pharmaceutical industries!

……

"Don't be nervous Rammy, although you betrayed us, I didn't come to seek revenge on you this time, I just wanted you to bring a message to Lucien."

Somewhere in a crowded commercial street, Natasha, dressed in simple clothes and wearing light makeup, was gently throwing a test tube filled with blood to a man in front of her.

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