"Burrito Country?" Alice, who had just walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel, blocking the place with infinite scenery.

With dexterous toes on the tiger skin floor, Kerry felt the presence of the foot guards shouting "AWSL".

Kerry: "That's right, I used the power of an angel to make Black Tiger Ah Fu tell the truth, and it turned out that he had a connection with the blood clan on the side of the Burrito Country. ”

"Burrito Country Bloodline ......"

Alice pondered, it stands to reason that the Bloods, like werewolves, are territorial-minded creatures, and they will not tolerate other hunters entering their territory.

Reminiscing about the history of the development of the blood clan in the neighbor burrito country.

The wandering blood clan who broke the precepts and was expelled by the blood lord a long time ago has no home to go and is unwilling to leave, so he chooses to settle down in the burrito country close to his hometown, and assimilates a few burrito people from time to time to develop power, hoping to kill Eagle Sauce back one day.

But this dream may have to wait until the universe is destroyed.

After all, the hypocritical coat of Eagle Sauce dictates that it is never short of fresh, blood.

However, the Burrito Nation Blood Clan has to be cautious and cautious because they consider whether the assimilated person has those addictive drugs flowing in their blood.

They had a record in the early years, and the bloods who sucked the blood of those guys also became addicted. Gentleman, from now on, you can only drink the blood of those bloody drug guys, and it can't be more miserable.

Therefore, Alice speculates that if the Washington Regional Blood Clan Council can be silent, the Blood Clan on the side of the Burrito Country must have made a huge profit.

But then the question arises, what are the benefits of silencing the Washington Blood Clan Council?

Although the Bloods are restrained from hunting humans on their own, the water is clear and free of fish.

Many blood clans will also steal food, as long as no one is killed, the local government and the FBI will not pursue it.

So theoretically, those old shells in Washington are not short of blood food.

"What else is there?" Alice came back to her senses and decided to ask her little boyfriend.

"No, he seems to be somewhat restricted from revealing more information." Kerry spreads his hands and conceals the truth about his knowledge of the blood crystals, leaving them for Alice to discover on her own.

"And I saw him in the basement of Calles' house." Kerry added at the right time.

"Basement."

"Yes, the kind of burglar door that is used in the bank's explosion-proof vault."

"We need to go and see." Alice glanced faintly at Kerry.

Shrugged helplessly, Kerry pushed the door open and left Alice's bedroom.

The two have never had a deeper communication, because as a blood clan, they have a perennial hypothermia, so most of the time they are frigid.

If God gives you something, it will naturally take back something, just like the blood clan has gained longevity but has lost its fertility, and naturally there is no need for sex.

Moreover, Alice grew up in a psychiatric home as a child, and later escaped to meet Carlisle, and then was assimilated, with zero experience, and naturally conservatively resisted others looking naked.

Kerry played with the charm in his hand, standing alone on the balcony looking at the stream in the distance, a few children rolled up their trouser legs to fish in the stream, it was the holidays, but there was only less than a month left before the start of school, and Kerry was about to start school.

Thinking of this, the figure of the shrewd woman popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help but be a little funny, and the frequency of turning the spell accelerated a lot.

Now that she's been assimilated into the blood clan?

If so, then prepare to close the net and use that batch of blood crystals to create a trap.

Kerry didn't feel the slightest guilt about killing Isabella.

In this world, he doesn't take human life seriously, maybe it's the influence of the system, or the hidden indifference in the depths of his soul.

For Kerry, there are only three kinds of people in his world: 1. People who are useful and like. 2. People who are useful but stand in the way of their plans. 3. People who are useful but hate themselves.

The first is Alice and Elise, the former's predictive ability is very effective, the latter is FBI, Kerry can use her to contact a lot of points events, and the two girls are ungodly, he likes it very much.

The second type is benevolent.

The third is Isabella and Edward.

There is no need for green people to live in the world, be reborn in a lifetime, be systematic, but only submissive, just like carrying hundreds of millions of fortunes but afraid of a beggar.

"Wake up so early."

The tip of his nose smelled a faint fragrance of roses, turned to meet his azure blue eyes, and a face that was ninety percent similar to a star in his hometown.

I have confirmed the appearance, and it is the type that the goddess + likes.

"I just passed by her room, and it seems to be bathing." Elise blinked, opened her thin lips lightly, and showed sharp tiger teeth: "If you are really panicked, you can go to my bedroom." ”

"Bad taste." Kerry clasped his hands and distanced himself from Elise, he could already hear the door open and Alice came out.

Elise is a woman with bad intentions, and she should be taking revenge for defending Alice a few days ago.

At this time, the woman's intuition activated, and Alice, who was wearing a white cashmere sweater, flashed out on the balcony.

"What are you talking about?" Alice stared at Kerry and Elise with a bad look.

Her eyes fell on Elise, a woman who had just washed her hair, and her long hair gave her a rather lazy temperament.

Alice was irritable in her heart: she was shaking and cold, how could there be such a thing as a natural enemy living in her house in the world who wanted to seduce her boyfriend?

"Ahem, I'm talking about the basement and the Burrito Nation Bloodline." Kerry coughed lightly, drawing Alice's attention back to him.

It's interesting for two beauties to quarrel, but it's annoying to listen to it every day, just like a wife who has been married for ten years... Nor can there be any reaction.

"Burrito Country?" Elise squinted, her gaze becoming dangerous.

As an FBI, there are two words they hate the most.

One is the burrito country, and the other is a forbidden word.

The goods sold by the former and the smuggled goods made the colleagues at the border exhausted.

The latter creates terror, and a group of colleagues leave accidentally.

"That's right, that Black Tiger Ah Fu is from the Burrito Country, and he was instructed by the Burrito Country Blood Clan to go to the basement of Mr. Cales's house." Kerry picked up a glass of water from the rattan table and took a sip.

"We need to go over and see." Elise stared at Kerry seriously: "Clear the people inside, if you don't want to, say it's an FBI operation." ”

Kerry: "No problem, I've already arranged for those interviewees to go to the police station to face up to the chief." ”

Anyway, the director is idle all day long, staying in his office all day long, watching the childish Bugs Bunny animation.

After all, the previous cases were solved by Kerry and the FBI, and the police chief is about to retire, so he wishes these cases were far away from him.

Otherwise, the worst outcome is that he doesn't even have a pension, he is poor, and finally he is reduced to working as a security guard for the owners of Fox Supermarket, after all, those guys are stealing in the field or sneaking back to Fox Town, and the old director wipes their butts a lot.