Chapter 322: The Vampire Count

The fat man pursed his lips disdainfully and said, "The noodle sucker is afraid of garlic? It's ridiculous, the human who made up this boring story must have bad breath, as for the cross, I have been to the church so many times, how can I be afraid of the cross, okay sunshine, we do hate sunlight, but we can't talk about being afraid." ”

"Got it, how long do vampires generally live?"

The fat man said: "Except for our ancestors, who are immortal, the rest of the royal family can live between one hundred and fifty years and three hundred years according to their strength, and as for low-level vampires like me, they can live to be one hundred and twenty years old, thanks to their ancestors." ”

"Very good, last question, do you know where the hún ring is now?"

The fat man shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. Answering as expected, Zhou Jian threw the blood vial in his hand to the fat man, then turned to look at the yīn warbler man who was seriously injured and fell in the corner, pointed at him, and said to the fat man: "I think you can consider sucking that guy's blood while you are going to go now, if you don't want the incident just now to repeat it..............."

He left the cell as he spoke, he temporarily left the fat man's life, after all, it was not easy to catch such a vampire who knew everything and said everything, it would be a pity to kill him, he was going to think of any questions in the future, and come and ask this guy again.

Although he knew the origin and function of the hún ring, Zhou Jian still didn't know anything about its whereabouts.

A low-level vampire like a middle-aged fat man obviously couldn't know about this kind of high-level news, and he was thinking about whether to catch a royal vampire and come back and ask.

But the strength of the royal vampire is very strong, and it is on the opponent's territory, so it is not easy to catch one.

Southeast Texas faces the Gulf of Mexico, and during the catastrophe of the last century, Mexico suffered no small losses, as is the case with most low-latitude countries because they have or are close to tropical rainforests.

Mexico today is similar to Brazil, with a weak government, a socially dynamic society, and bounty hunters in this country as legendary and romantic as the western cowboys of the 18th and 19th centuries in the United States.

Because of social instability and the government's annual fiscal deficit, it is sometimes leased to obtain sufficient funds, and there is such an island in the Gulf of Mexico, with an area of more than 20 square kilometers, which was leased by the Mexican government at the beginning of this century by the British hereditary nobleman Count Nicholas, for a period of 99 years.

On this island, there is a cluster of villas in the European medieval style, and in the middle of the villas, there is a huge castle in the gray style, which is the residence of Count Nicholas.

The castle is built on a hill, behind which is a natural harbour where several luxury yachts are moored, and on the harbour side there are several helipads with small amphibious planes and helicopters.

At dusk, a helicopter roared down from the sky, and when the helicopter door opened, a noble man in a white top hat stepped out of the plane, her sumptuous gown raised by the wind of the self-rotating propeller.

At the tarmac, four men were already waiting here, dressed in suits with pen tǐng, and when they got off the plane, they greeted them and saluted.

"Madame, the Count is already waiting for you in the castle. The man nodded, followed the four of them to the extended Lincoln parked on the side, and then the car started slowly and drove towards the villa area.

When the car disappeared into the curtain, Zhou Jian, who had been hiding behind the helicopter, slowly walked out, and he had hung on the landing gear of the helicopter in a stealth state and sat on the free flight for a while.

He learned about this vampire gathering place from the mouth of a middle-aged fat man yesterday, and he was going to come here to stumble upon this helicopter to this island at the Houston dock, so Zhou Jian was naturally happy to take it.

Of course, even if he didn't have this helicopter, he could buy a GPS locator and swim to get there, but he just had to waste his hands and feet.

According to the middle-aged fat man, Count Nicholas, who lives on this small island, is a royal family of vampires, a member of the vampire's upper house of lords, and he has a wife who is also a royal family, and a seventeen-year-old daughter.

Zhou Jian guessed that this Count Nicholas should know a lot of things, so after thinking twice, he definitely came here to investigate, and if possible, he wanted to kidnap Count Nicholas.

Of course, this one may not be big.

Although the youngest daughter of Count Nicholas is also a royal family, her strength can basically be ignored, and Zhou Jian is more afraid of Nicholas Fù, as far as he knows, adult royal vampires usually have A2-level strength, which is what Huaxia calls the middle of the heavenly rank, and some of the best of them may have A3-level or even stronger strength.

Since Count Nicholas is a member of the House of Lords, then his strength should be good, maybe higher, it is not easy to deal with him alone, not to mention his wife, and a large number of other vampires on the island.

The vampires who can live here are probably not mediocre, sometimes, some vampires who are not pure in blood but have outstanding talents, and who practice diligently will be stronger than the royal family, such as the two vampires who went to Huaxia to kidnap Wenren Huiyin before are not royal families, but their strength has also reached the heavenly level.

Zhou Jian has been in the sneak, slowly approaching the villa area, tonight he is just going to scout the terrain, tomorrow day to try to do it.

Vampires choose to do it during the day because their pale skin can't stand the sun, just like albinism in humans, so they like to go out at night, and of course, the night has no effect on their eyesight.

If possible, Zhou Jian would choose to directly hold Count Nicholas or his wife hostage, but if it didn't work, he would retreat and install some bugs in the castle to see if he could gather any valuable information.

The sun sets quickly, and the isolated island in the sea is very dark because it is not polluted by the light source, and the castle under the night is like a black beast, which looks yīn forest and weird.

Zhou Jian came to the outside of the castle wall, the wall is made of bluestone, the stone is crawling with dense vines, the gate is a European-style gardening iron gate, decorated with various metal huā patterns, Zhou Jian jumped over the wall lightly, came to the door of the castle.

The gate of the castle is open, and there are two vampires wearing tuxedos and bow ties standing at the door, Zhou Jian walked in directly, and the entrance is a not too long corridor, and at the end of the corridor is another door, and when you walk into it, you will be greeted by the hall on the first floor of the castle.

The hall is hundreds of square meters in size, with a long spiral staircase with delicate huā patterns on one side, an ancient oak floor, and a high fireplace on the other.

The floor is covered with a luxurious handmade velvet carpet, and around the carpet are mahogany sofas in vermilion leather, on which sit groups of richly dressed gentlemen, smiling and talking with goblets and making elegant gestures, of course, they are all vampires.

Zhou Jian walked in so invisibly, he restrained his whole body breath, and no one noticed his existence.

Zhou Jian listened to it for a while, and there was nothing valuable to say, so he quietly went upstairs to find the owner of this castle, Count Nicholas.

Walking up the spiral staircase, after reaching the second floor, there is a long corridor decorated with frescoes and European columns, and there is a room every four or five meters, and the door is closed without exception.

Zhou Jian didn't dare to use the mental force field, but concentrated all his energy on listening, listening carefully, walking through the rooms one by one, there was no movement, so Zhou Jian came to the third floor.

This time, as soon as he stepped out of the stairs, he heard a faint beautiful female voice, which he had the impression that it was the voice of the noble man in the helicopter.

The voice said, "Count Nicholas, are you satisfied with the conditions given by Mr. Reinhardt?"

"I'm sorry, I can't answer the question. ”

A man's voice followed, presumably Count Nicholas.

Zhou Jian followed the sound and walked over, and soon found the room where they were, although it was only a door, but the sound of their conversation was a little blurry, obviously the sound insulation effect of this room was very good, you must know that Zhou Jian's hearing was added to 20, if other ancient martial arts masters came here, it would be difficult to detect this inaudible sound.

"Mr. Nicholas, if you don't think the conditions are good enough, you can mention other conditions. ”

The man said, "It's not a question of whether the conditions are good enough or not, I can't betray my clan." ”

The woman said, "This is not a betrayal, but a new life for your blood clan, do you want to give up this great opportunity for the sake of a corpse?"

The man said, "I'm sorry, with all due respect, I don't know you, so I can't trust you. ”

"Hehe" a series of jiāo laughs came from the room, "So what does the Count think, how can it be considered "understand." What?"

The woman deliberately bit the word "understand", and after she said this, she gently untied the straps behind the beard of her dress, and as the clothes hung down, her beautiful and proud figure suddenly showed out.

The woman slowly gestured to Nicholas's hand and said, "Dear Earl, you are going to try to understand, me?"

Nicholas glanced at the woman and said, "Sorry ma'am, I don't have this interest for the time being. ”

With Nicholas's cold voice, the smile on the woman's face froze suddenly, she was a little angry, but she finally suppressed her anger, put on her clothes stupidly, and said coldly: "Mr. Nicholas, what do you think that corpse and that ring mean to your blood clan in addition to being a symbol of totemic faith?"

When the woman said this, Zhou Jian, who was eavesdropping outside the door, moved slightly in his heart, and the ring ?!。