The underworld is in turmoil.

Although chaos in the underground world is the main tone, any old man who has been in this circle for a long time feels the oppressive feeling of the storm. Many old guys have sensibly temporarily stopped the affairs at hand and turned themselves into invisible people. Past experience has taught them not to speak up unless it is necessary in such a bad situation.

Every year, there are a lot of new people joining this circle, but in the same way, a large number of such people are eliminated every year. If you want to live in this circle for a long time and be respected, the only way out is, of course, to be strong! If you can't do it, then learning to assess the situation, observe the direction of the wind, and wait until the situation is clear, it is also a way to survive.

The only thing that is uncomfortable with this turmoil may be those organizations that cooperate with the Blood Clan. Over the years, their cooperation with the blood clan has formed a complete and solid industrial chain, but this time the blood clan suddenly stormed, and it was they who were most affected. They did not resist for their own interests, but after being swept away, the rest died down and wilted.

The friendship in the underground world is so simple and pure, there is no emotion, only interests.

As the underworld's main intelligence seller, Morin has survived like an evergreen tree for decades, and as long as you can afford it, he can always get the information you need. But at the same time, he also has the sensitivity and vigilance that are characteristic of intelligence officers. He usually only appears at certain times, and it's not easy to find him.

But now Morin, in his pajamas, was blocked in his safe house by a heavily armed man carrying a sword.

"It's nice here." Eric Brooks, the man known in the underworld as the Vampire Hunter, or Blade Warrior, looked around. It's just a remote house in the suburbs, not very large, but it is warmly furnished with a soothing warm yellow hue.

"How did you find here?" Messy gray hair half-peeked out from under his sliding nightcap, Morin didn't think to get the gun under his pillow, he knew very well how agile the man in front of him was, and how experienced he was in combat. A fair duel with real swords and guns, ten of which he can't beat the other party. If the other party really wants to do something to him, the only thing he can do is to pray that he can suffer less.

"I've always had some tracking methods that no one else has." Eric said nonchalantly.

"Okay, okay, let's get straight to the point, what do you want to know from me? But I don't promise that if you want to know, I will know. The news has been bad lately, and I also have to think about the safety of my informants. Maureen tightened the quilt, straightened the nightcap on his head, and muttered a few words as he looked at Eric who was standing in front of his bed with cloudy eyes.

"Recently, a group of people have also been hunting the Bloodline, who are they? What are those vampires hunted for? Eric asked.

"I thought you knew." Merlin glared at Eric, expressing helplessness at this man who was not interested in anything other than hunting vampires: "Not surprisingly, it's official." And only they have access to so many well-trained fighters and equipment. As for what vampire hunting is for, my intelligence sources have unconfirmed information that there is a technology that can extract some kind of longevity substance from vampires. This made some big people very interested and moved. ”

"Thank you." After thanking him, Eric said as he stepped back towards the window, "I owe you a favor, and this is my payment." ”

"Wait, you'd better not get involved, I don't know what they're going to do with a half-human, half-vampire monster like you. If something happens to you, what's the use of your favor? Don't you have some little coffers, deposits, or whatever? ”

"Fake, can you go through the front door! It's winter! You broke the window, how can I sleep? Can't we consider the feelings of the lonely elderly? ”

……

"Werewolf Project?"

Luke looked at the title on the application, and then at Dr. Tilda Johnson, who had submitted the plan.

"Yes, the military has done a bit of damage when capturing material test subjects, and wants us to develop a weapon that can reduce casualties and target the bloodline. In my opinion, lethal weapons are difficult to use if the purpose is to capture raw materials alive, and vampires themselves are extremely agile and have some special powers. I think it's better to create a nemesis for its race. Tilda talked. With our research and knowledge of the Bloodline, it is not impossible to create a nemesis. ”

Luke gestured to Tilda with his eyes to continue, and rummaged through Tilda's plan, which was clearly hard worked.

Tilda, who received Luke's eye signal, showed a smile on his face: "I intercepted some genetic fragments of the old blood clan, and the werewolf soldiers created will have an extremely keen, smelly sense of smell for the blood clan, under this sense of smell, no matter where the blood clan hides, it is impossible to escape the pursuit of the soldiers." Even if they disguise themselves as humans and blend in with the crowd. Their noses will be the most perfect blood radar.

They will also have extremely strong hand-to-hand combat abilities, able to keep up with the speed and strength of the Bloodline. Its skin is also deliberately strengthened by me to have good toughness and protection. And their claws and teeth, after inflicting damage on the Bloodline, will have some kind of targeted toxin, paralyzing the injured Bloodline. This helps to reduce the loss of raw materials. ”

"Dr. Johnson, I remember that you had similar biotechnology research before you joined Hyperion's biological lab." Luke patiently listened to Tilda's general introduction, took his eyes off the plan in his hand for a moment, and asked softly.

"Yes, the conditions were rudimentary and the technology was not mature." Tilda hurriedly said: "But I have solved all the problems I encountered before." With your permission, I'll soon be able to make the real thing and show it to you. ”

"Go find Ms. Ina yourself and bring your project proposal." Luke nodded under Tilda's expectant gaze.

Tilda Johnson has the ability, and after being trained by Hyperion for a few years, he is also a talent who can take charge of himself. For those who have the ability, can add luster to the company's technical background, and have the heart to earn a large official order for the company, Luke is still happy to invest.