While Lu Li was busy looking for the residence of the she-wolf Eva's daughter, a middle-aged man in a suit was watching the news on TV 24 hours a day, and his hands were clenching the armrests of a chair in a winery outside Constanta, Romania.

With the blessing of his terrifying power, the hard wood made a clattering sound and broke in two on the spot.

Obviously, he is none other than the guy who received a nuclear warhead with Dave not long ago.

As the leader of the organization in Eastern Europe, as soon as he heard of the attack on the dock villa, he rushed from Bucharest, the capital of Romania, to find out what had happened.

However, unfortunately, due to the strong electromagnetic pulse interference and the relationship between the skyrocketing fire, he has not received any valuable information so far, especially Dave's life and death, which has never been confirmed, and it is only known that the villa has been violently attacked by overheated weapons, and there are shrapnel, bullet casings, and charred corpses everywhere.

On top of that, the nuclear warhead that could still be detonated is gone!

Searching through the entry and exit records of airports, docks and highways, there is not even the slightest trace of it, as if it has disappeared from the world overnight.

Thinking that this big mushroom might make a loud noise that shocked the whole world at any time, the middle-aged man became more and more uneasy in his heart, and just when he was about to pick up his mobile phone to make a call, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by someone who lowered his voice and reported: "Mr. Corent, I just got the latest field exploration report, I don't know if you want to read it now." ”

"Of course, come in!" replied the middle-aged man known as Corent.

With a slight click, a young man unscrewed the door lock, stepped forward, and respectfully held a few pieces of printer paper with photos in his arms.

Corent's words were not nonsense, he directly took it and quickly flipped through it, and only after six or seven minutes did he raise his head and ask: "This report says that an EMP bomb of unknown power was detonated in the villa, is it true?"

"Yes, sir. In fact, up to now, there is still quite obvious electromagnetic interference within a three-kilometer radius around the villa, and the US garrison has even brought in special researchers from China to repeatedly test the strength of the electromagnetic pulse in the air, and they are very shocked that this weapon is put into actual combat. The young man explained unhurriedly.

"When are those Yankees going to get out?"

Hearing that the American garrison was also involved, Corent's brows instantly frowned, he didn't want the "world police" to interfere with his own plan of action, let alone the other party to be aware of the existence of supernatural forces on the earth.

The young man hesitated a little, and quickly replied: "It's not easy to say, maybe it's a few days, maybe a few weeks, as far as I know, they also found a special metal rod at the scene, encapsulated in a lead box, and planned to be shipped back to the United States." I think when the lead boxes are gone, they'll be pulled out and the CIA will be in charge of follow-up. ”

Corent stood up, walked around with his chin on a gloomy expression, as if thinking about something, about half a minute or so, he suddenly stopped and asked with a serious face: "Do you know how the Americans plan to transport that metal rod?"

"A C-17 Globemaster transport plane, they even arranged fighter escorts along the way. If you're trying to capture the metal rod, you're going to lose a bit. The young man clearly knew what his boss was up to, and hurriedly issued a warning.

After all, as the only superpower in the world, the United States of America has indisputable military hegemony, with more than 5,000 military bases alone, more than half of which are overseas, on the territory of other countries, and controls almost all important sea and air routes.

Anyone who dares to undermine the military hegemony of the United States will immediately be labeled as evil and become a destroyer of the world order, as if he were the enemy of all mankind if he did not immediately break himself.

To some extent, this just indirectly proves that after removing all kinds of hypocritical moral ornaments and diplomatic rhetoric, the essence of the world is the naked law of the jungle, and whoever has the biggest fist represents justice.

Unfortunately, although the organization behind Dave should not be underestimated, it is far from enough in the face of the behemoth of the United States.

If he knocks down a US military transport plane, not to mention the chance of success, even if he succeeds, he may not be able to avoid the next frenzied attack and retaliation.

Corente was not an idiot and naturally knew the serious consequences of angering the US military.

I saw him smile slightly, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to directly attack a military transport plane." But if we can create an accident and make the whole thing look supernatural, won't they be able to do anything?"

"Spirit, could you be ......" The young man seemed to notice something, and his face changed drastically.

"Hmph, you're right, go and open the sealed sarcophagus in the crypt vault, it's time to awaken the beast again. With that, Corent's eyes showed undisguised anger, and he muttered to himself: "Enoch Castro, no matter what you are planning, I will make you pay, the price of blood......"

The young man subconsciously shuddered, took out his mobile phone and dialed one of the phone numbers, whispered a few words, and then stood nervously in place.

Meanwhile, in an ancient monastery with a long history in west-central Romania, two monks dressed in black linen robes walk through a tunnel filled with human bones to an empty underground hall of 100 square meters.

At the end of the hall, there was a huge coffin carved with terrifying motifs, and I don't know how long it had been placed, covered with thick cobwebs and dust.

One of the monks drew a silver dagger and gently slit open his palm, allowing the blood to flow down the pattern of the lid and into a small hole a few millimeters in diameter.

In just a minute or two, there was a sudden slight noise in the originally extremely quiet hall, followed by a heavy stone coffin being lifted by an invisible force, and a shriveled humanoid creature crawled out of it.

He has blood-red eyes, hideous fangs, pale and wrinkled skin, sharp nails, and a completely ****-free lower body, and he is a vampire who has come out of a ghost story.

The only difference is that he is not as handsome or beautiful as the vampires in most film and television works, but is extremely ugly.

Without saying a word, the monk who had slit his palm immediately knelt down on one knee and chanted, "Great Lord of the Night! ”

The words just fell!

The monster bit down on the monk's neck, its leech-like tongue greedily sucking the dark red blood, and its body gradually turned from shriveled to elastic.

After he drained the last drop of blood from the monk's body, his eyes revealed incomparable satisfaction, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Contract...... Establishment ......"