These nests are "entertainment venues" where vampires do not live, and many of them are only opened before delivery.
The only real vampire Aksela knew was Raquel.
Luke was immediately annoyed: It's over! It's all my fault for being too quick!
I confirmed it several times and the answer has not changed.
The only vampire Aksela knew was Raquel, whom he had just killed.
Aksela, a woman with both intelligence and beauty, as well as extraordinary knowledge and ability, has done so many inhumane things, all she wanted was to "stay young forever."
In other words, the "First Embrace" from a real vampire.
Using this method, the vampires slowly gathered a large force in the darkness.
Not everyone can take life and death lightly, especially some rich and powerful people.
At the last moment, they will still succumb to the desire to survive and become vampire slaves.
And what they possess naturally becomes the vampire's property.
But the vampires who are afraid to be high-profile will only take those benefits that are not visible to the public, and will never dare to stand up openly and occupy important industries.
They did this several times, but ended up being visited by several organizations and forces, who not only beat them up, but also forced them to give up all the properties they had acquired.
Those vampire slaves who were converted from talented bigwigs were also cleared out.
Having suffered heavy losses, they could only hide in the dark.
It is not too difficult for these forces and organizations to exterminate vampires.
But everything depends on interests.
No one wants to bear the cost and possible destructive consequences of exterminating vampires, so everyone turns a blind eye to their existence. There are minor frictions, but no all-out war.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with Luke.
He neither needs that kind of "eternal life" nor is he a member of any force or organization. His direct department is LAPD and he has no control over Europe's public security issues.
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At five o'clock in the morning, Luke walked out of the villa and started a light helicopter collected from the factory.
A few minutes later, the helicopter took off and flew eastward in the darkest hour before dawn.
When they were close to the border, Luke tilted the helicopter and jumped out of the open door.
The unmanned helicopter drew an arc at an angle and finally fell into a deep valley river.
Luke jumped out of the plane and put on the delta wing again, flying through the air at high speed and entering Poland.
As the sun slowly rose, Luke got on another scooter and rode forward.
Some of the things that needed to be destroyed in this mission fell into the deep valley river along with the helicopter, such as used motorcycles.
Consumables will be destroyed in batches at the appropriate time, and even the used White Wolf armor will be cleaned and deodorized.
Luke himself has a keen sense of smell and is never careless about these traceable details.
Now he is a brand new tourist in Poland and is about to head to his next tourist destination.
Riding a scooter, he leisurely arrived at Chopin Airport, bought a ticket, and boarded the plane.
Looking at the gradually shrinking Warsaw, Luke sighed, "We don't have time to play here anymore, what a pity."
More than an hour later, Luke came out of Paris Orly Airport, changed his face into a black man again, bought a half-new Volkswagen Golf with cash, and headed west.
A few hours later, the Volkswagen Golf passed through the Channel Tunnel and entered London.
London was shrouded in a fine drizzle in the early morning. Luke looked at the ancient city in the rain and felt that today was a good day to do some work.
He drove to 174 Bleecker Street, looked around the old five-story building, and walked into the store on the ground floor.
Similar to the old and dilapidated building of the small building, the decoration style of the store is simple and elegant, but it is cleaner and tidier, and the bright lights make people feel warm and comfortable.
A female clerk came forward with a faint smile: "Welcome."
Then she stood reservedly not too far away, not coming any closer, and showing no intention of coming up to greet him.
Luke took the initiative to wave his hand, and the female clerk walked over slowly: "How can I help you, sir?"
Luke smiled and said, "I want to buy two suits and matching leather shoes and other things."
The salesgirl's smile immediately became more sincere: "May I introduce them to you, sir?"
Luke continued to nod, and the two of them chatted as they walked around the store.
Twenty minutes later, Luke walked out of the store carrying a paper bag.
This is a small shop that sells handmade suits. They don’t have any in stock and you have to wait a week to get one custom-made.
Luke expressed regret that he was in a hurry to use them, so he finally bought a pair of calfskin shoes that were in stock and left.
Standing at the door of the store, he looked around, as if he was considering where to go, but he was thinking in his heart: This is not a vampire's lair, and there is no smell of vampires walking around. It seems that I can only go to that fashion show.
When he looked down, he saw a small building not far away across the street. On the roof of the building, there was a pattern of two arcs in the horizontal and vertical directions in a semi-circular sphere, which looked a bit like a circle with a not-so-standard "well" character in it.
He didn't care either.
There are so many strange and bizarre sculpture patterns in this ancient city.
For example, in the handmade suit shop behind me, in a hidden corner of the eaves, there is a line pattern shaped like an hourglass, except that there is an extra straight line above and below.
There are so many ancient things hidden in this city.
Luke muttered to himself, looked away, and drove his Golf to the Paddington Hilton Hotel.
The main body of the hotel is a Victorian-style building. With hundreds of years of history and careful maintenance, it maintains a relatively good appearance and exudes a classic atmosphere.
Before entering the hotel, Luke handed the paper bag containing the leather shoes on the passenger seat to a homeless man at the corner of the street.
The homeless man opened the "gift" with surprise and found that it was really a pair of extremely beautiful leather shoes. He immediately thought, "You might as well cash out if you are such a rich man."
Luke didn't care about that. He was afraid that if he wore those custom-made leather shoes, he would leave clues. They were totally worthless.
If it wasn't for the purpose of chatting up the salesgirl, he wouldn't have bought a pair first.
After driving into the hotel parking lot, he asked the front desk and found a banquet hall.
A fashion show is being held here, belonging to the relatively well-known fashion designer Alexander McCarty.
Looking at a security guard standing at the entrance of the banquet hall, Luke scratched his head.
He didn't have an invitation.
Invitations for such small press conferences will be sent out in advance and the number of people will not be large.
He couldn't just go up and knock the security guard unconscious. It was just his job and he wasn't a bad guy.
Luke rolled his eyes and suddenly reached out his hand to stop two children who were walking by: "Kids, do you feel like peeing now? Go find that uncle and ask where the toilet is."