"Boss, there was a large-scale attack at a New York subway station two days ago!"
Lai En was driving the car, looking at the rearview mirror and Tang Song said:
"A group of werewolves attacked a train. Our people couldn't get in. The people cleaning up the scene are from the military!"
"Military personnel?" Tang Song, who was wiping the bell in his hand with a square towel, raised his head and asked, "Do you know who is in the train?"
"I had two bodies stolen. They were vampires. One of them was still breathing. I sealed her acupuncture points with coffin nails. I'm waiting for you to deal with her!"
"Disposal?" Tang Song's expression showed some doubt. Vampires were just consumables to him. After catching them, he would just draw blood, refine talismans, make pills, and feed the armored corpses.
There is a standard process, and a special person will be responsible for drawing blood. Then the blood and the body will be sent to the secret cave.
As for whether these vampires are dead or alive, Tang Song doesn't care.
As if seeing Tang Song's doubts, Lai En explained:
"Boss, we have recently expanded our territory and captured many people. If we can raise a few vampires, we can provide a continuous supply of blood food for your armored corpses!"
Good guy, Tang Song looked at Lai En, he understood what Lai En wanted to express.
By raising a vampire and then using it to bite people, you can get more vampires continuously.
It has to be said that although Lai En's idea is a bit far-fetched, it is theoretically feasible.
In terms of the effect of the ritual corpse refining, the vampire's bones and blood essence are ten times better than the corpses of ordinary people picked up by his scavengers.
If it really works, then the speed of the thirty-six armored corpses he is refining will be greatly improved.
But still need to experiment.
Thinking of this, Tang Song asked, "Where is that vampire?"
… … … …
In New York, there is a castle manor with a rather strange architectural style.
The windows of the entire manor are facing shade and away from the sun, and the windows never see sunlight all year round.
Selina stood in the corridor on the second floor, looking at her fellow tribesmen singing and dancing downstairs, looking drunk and dreaming, with disdain in her eyes.
"Kraven, Elder Amelia has been attacked. According to the agreement, we need to wake up Elder Victor immediately!"
Selina stopped Craven, who was walking down from the third floor with a grim look on his face, and spoke anxiously.
Craven looked at Selina angrily: "Remember your identity, Selina, I am the governor here, I will make the decision whether to wake up the elders or not!"
"Elder Amelia is just missing. According to the agreement, unless she is asleep, we have no right to wake up another elder on duty. What you have to do now is to take your Death Walker team to find the missing Elder Amelia!"
Missing, there were at least hundreds of werewolves at the attack site. In this case, how could Elder Amelia, who was only accompanied by a few blood descendants, still be alive
But seeing the determined look on Craven's face.
Selina took a deep breath and finally left reluctantly.
"Go keep an eye on Selina and report her movements to me at any time!"
Watching Selina's back as she walked down the stairs, Craven grabbed a female vampire in a princess dress who was passing by and pressed her against the wall, kissing and licking her white neck with his sharp fangs.
After a moment, Craven leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
… …
"Damn it, Lucien, are you werewolves all a bunch of rubbish? I provided you with accurate intelligence, and this is how you acted!"
Craven returned to his room and dialed the phone angrily.
"Who gave you the courage to speak to me like this, Craven, my cousin, I have shed blood for you!
Don't forget, I made you what you are! Without me, you are nothing but a lowly blood slave.
Don't worry, she's already dead, it's just that the human soldiers lost her body!"
A huge open space was dug out in a sewer in New York.
A group of black-haired werewolves were howling and fighting in the open space.
Different from the gray-haired werewolves, these ghost wolves injected with perfect blood are stronger and faster, almost combining the advantages of werewolves and vampires.
The werewolf leader Lucian, wearing a leather jacket, sat on a makeshift wooden platform, looking at a group of ghost wolves that had transformed into all black, with a smug smile on his face as if revenge was about to be achieved.
He backed up his blood in advance before trading it with the human with perfect blood.
With current human science and technology, it is entirely possible to clone perfect blood.
As long as the perfect blood from the Doctor is successfully cloned, he will have enough power in his hands to seek revenge on Victor. That day is not far away!
He said a few perfunctory words to his stupid cousin and called over a strong werewolf.
"Ryze! You confirmed that you killed Amelia!"
"Boss, she was shot twice. They were the latest type of ultraviolet bullets developed by the doctor. There is no way she is still alive!"
The tall werewolf shook his head, turned back into a naked strong man, and said to Lucien.
"Boss, when are we going to set out to kill those bats? I've had enough of this stinking sewer!"
"Wait a little longer, until all our people are injected with perfect blood," Lucien said with a fierce look in his eyes, "Then I will make Victor pay with blood!"
The mention of Victor seemed to remind Lucian of the memories buried deep in his heart. He roared, and transformed into a ghost wolf more than three meters tall, and pounced directly into the fighting wolves.
What Lucien didn't notice was that a miniature camera was sticking out from the railing of the sewer.
In a converted room in another sewer four or five kilometers away from the cave where the werewolves are located.
A few green guys were munching on pizza while discussing heatedly which werewolf was the strongest and which one would win. They even opened a handicap for it, with the stakes being a durian pizza.
… … …
In the Tang family manor, there is a sarcophagus in the basement where Tang Song refined the sword pills.
The sarcophagus had no lid. A woman with gorgeous clothes and a graceful face was lying quietly in the coffin.
However, it seemed that the woman was not in such a good condition. Her high-end custom-made skirt was full of holes, and her exposed body was covered with wounds. Two penetrating wounds had left two holes as big as bowls on her waist.
Her two outstretched palms were nailed to the bottom of the coffin by two iron nails.
The whole person looks like a tattered doll.
"Shh! Shh!"
Tang Song stood in front of the coffin, looking at the woman lying in the coffin. The vampire's recovery ability was indeed strong. Even with such injuries, he could still feel the woman's vitality.
Tang Song waved his hand, and the coffin nails nailed on the woman's palm were pulled out directly in the air. The coffin nails fell to the ground, making a clinking sound.
The woman in the coffin twitched her eyelids slightly.
"boss!"
At this time, Lai En walked in, escorting a thin Asian man.
Tang Song turned slightly,
A figure jumped out of the coffin directly. Two white arms wrapped around Tang Song's waist, and sharp fangs bit directly into his artery.
Well!
A large hand locked her neck like an iron clamp, and the powerful force suffocated Amelia instantly.
Tang Song held the female vampire in one hand, as if he was holding a tattered doll.
"Who is he?"
Tang Song pointed at the man Lai En was escorting and asked.
"Boss, we are from Japan. We recently captured a group of ninjas from the Hand!"
"Japanese!" Tang Song waved his hand casually, and the short Shuu-Gai ninja was grabbed in mid-air.
"Gudong gudong..."
The skinny Japanese ninja was bitten on the artery by the female vampire and was soon sucked into a mummy.
With the nourishment of a large amount of blood, the wounds on the vampire's body healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.