Britain's largest city, Prynne.
Amidst countless vehicles passing through, a group of men in black clothes and hoods rushed into the headquarters of a bank on the side of the street with bulging backpacks.
"Get down! Get down! Get down!!" Bang bang!
The gunshot instantly detonated the nerves of everyone around. The screams rang out immediately, but they were immediately suppressed. Several security guards surrounded them from both sides. They were about to raise their pistols, but they were immediately knocked down by two gunshots. on the ground.
This scene again elicited a small scream.
There are people in the bank who are withdrawing money for business, as well as the salesperson at the counter. The salesperson quickly and calmly pressed the alarm through the thick bulletproof glass.
Woo~~~
The ear-piercing alarm sounded suddenly, and the shutter doors of the entire bank were quickly and automatically lowered.
"Get rid of him." The leader man in the black hood didn't panic at all, and whispered to his companion.
One of his companions chuckled, took out something from his waist, and threw it towards the door.
The black thing suddenly turned at a high speed, and emitted a faint red light. This red light directly made the rolling door stop pulling down, but retracted upward instead.
The leader of the black hood walked to the counter and faced the teller inside.
Boom!
His hand smashed the glass in an instant, and the bulletproof glass more than ten centimeters thick directly grabbed the head of the teller inside.
With a snap, the head exploded into a cloud of blood under his hands.
"Ah!!" A female teller next to her screamed loudly, and fear spread instantly at this moment.
Not even bulletproof glass could stop that man.
A clear smile can be seen on the head's masked face.
"Come on. Come on hehehe, Kachudis, what should you do?"
The black mask more than ten meters behind him quickly began to install something in the bank in an orderly manner.
More than ten minutes later, a group of people rushed out of the bank and rushed into a dead end street, as if they disappeared, and never appeared again.
Boom! ! !
With a deafening explosion, the headquarters of Prien's largest ten-billion-dollar bank in the UK turned into a sea of flames. The entire bank building broke from the first floor and fell down with a bang.
The tens of meters high bank building was like a dying giant, falling down with a huge shadow, pressing hard on the block below.
boom!
Broken glass walls splashed everywhere, cement collided with cement, the vehicle was crushed severely, some people had no time to escape, and were buried directly under the building, and some were rubbed a little, crawling away dripping with blood, the surrounding people shouted Shouting, some took out their mobile phones to call the emergency police, some hid behind solid walls, and more people fled frantically.
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"At noon on July 21, 2411, a huge terrorist bombing occurred at the intersection of the lotus block in Prien, the largest city in the United Kingdom. The headquarters building of the British Ten Billion Bank was blasted and collapsed, causing dozens of deaths and hundreds of injuries. The specific incident is under investigation, and according to insiders, the terrorists all wore black masks and their techniques were sophisticated, very similar to the mastermind of the previous Gatling shooting case."
The news host on TV is reporting the latest developments in the case.
In a dim luxury room of a hotel.
A naked-chested blond man with a black dragon tattoo on his arm was quietly watching the news. He had blond hair and a white bath towel on his shoulders. His legs were resting on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He was handsome and lazy.
"It seems that they did a good job." A woman's voice came from the bathroom not far away, soft and magnetic.
"It seems to be." The blond man nodded. "Thinking about it, it's almost time for the other side to make a move."
"How did you arrange it?"
"Isn't it already decided?" The blond man's expression faltered slightly. "Even if he is my uncle, if he chooses a position, he will have to pay for it."
There were bursts of laughter in the bathroom, and the woman seemed very satisfied.
"This is just a small prelude." The man whispered.
The struggle between the Secret Party and the Ming Party has just begun.
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Forest of Tranquility
In a mysterious place where the Ming Party has never been discovered.
This is the most cutting-edge high-tech underground base, with black walls, black floors, and black ceilings. There are hard and smooth stones everywhere, and some of them are carved with bright red silk threads, monotonous and repetitive.
In a conference room at the center of the base, on tall black chairs, there are men and women in suits and leather shoes sitting. They are whispering to each other, talking about something in a low voice, some of them are frowning, while others are watching. Looking at the person in charge, there was also someone holding the phone and answering with a slight nod.
Sitting at the front end of the middle of the long table was a white-haired man in a black striped suit. He was like an artist, with long white hair tied into a ponytail. He crossed his fingers and put them on the table in front of him, with a solemn and indifferent expression.
The low-pitched discussions in the conference room were endless, but he didn't seem to hear it at all.
"A lot of things have happened recently. There have been abnormal fluctuations in members of the Secret Party in the Americas, and witches have been meeting frequently. I'm already taking a certain amount of precautionary measures." A gentle woman with glasses on the right said.
"The disappearance case in Asia has not been clarified yet, and it is on the rise year by year. We are short of high-level manpower. I hope the headquarters can send special commissioners to support it." A yellow-skinned middle-aged man said in a low voice.
"I'll send a written application later." The white-haired man nodded, "The measures in the Americas should not be too radical, but as gentle as possible. The main premise is to protect ordinary people from being disturbed."
"clear."
"The space agency needs additional funds, and we have the latest and greatest breakthrough!" A fat white man slammed the table and shouted.
"When did you not make much progress?" There was a voice mocking.
"This year is special!" Fatty argued. "Funds! We need funds! As long as we have enough funds, we can immediately implement the planetary environment modification plan! The second Earth is just around the corner!"
"How many years have you been saying this? Ten years? Twenty years? Or a hundred years?" The glamorous woman sitting directly opposite him said disdainfully.
"You!!" The fat man was furious.
"Space exploration does require a lot of funds. It is inconvenient for us to interfere too much. You can consult with representatives of various governments." The white-haired man shook his head and smiled.
"Did they cause the bombing in the UK?" The white-haired man looked at the taciturn black-haired man at the end of the table.
"Yes, it's a subordinate of one of the secret party Samara, this time it's my negligence." The black-haired man bowed his head and apologized.
The "Samara" white-haired man tapped lightly on the table with his fingers. For a while, the tapping sound seemed to have some kind of magical power, which immediately calmed down the entire conference room.
"Let me handle this matter." The black-haired man whispered, "There is Lord Hongyue over there, can I ask him for support if necessary?"
"Yes, if he wants." The white-haired man nodded. "This matter must be suppressed as soon as possible, so as not to cause greater panic."
"clear."
"This year's selection target for education for all is too high, I'm afraid there will be some difficulties on our side." A new person began to speak, according to the order of seating.
"In the selection assessment, this year's indicators have been carefully calculated, and those who fail to meet the standards are willing not to. It just so happens that the number of evolutionaries of our new humans needs to be strictly checked." The white-haired man raised his hand to signal the next one.
"The discovery of supernatural phenomena in some archipelago countries in the Atlantic Ocean requires investigation, which may trigger volcanic eruptions or even major tsunamis."
"Didn't the last mission go?"
"Unfortunately, the whereabouts of the commissioner are still unknown."
"Let Badanes go, he's just idle and bored. You go and tell him that's what I mean."
One after another, proposals for applications and inquiries about individual cases were brought forward one after another.
The secret party bombing is only a small part of it.
But no one noticed that the black-haired man who was in charge of the bombing of the secret party before suddenly flashed a red light in his downcast eyes.
'Secret Party really didn't have a 'big' move but just cleaned up the small bugs in the UK area a little bit.
As for Lord Hongyue, as the strongest combat force under the leader of the Ming Party, Hongyue, as the second deadliest disciple, needs to be treated well
How about the other two dead disciples joining forces? '
The corners of the black-haired man's mouth turned up slightly.
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'There are four dead disciples in total, and this number has remained unchanged since ancient times. There are two people in the Ming Party, one person in the Secret Party, and one person who is mysterious and difficult to find, and belongs to the neutral camp. '
Sitting on the return plane, Garen quietly flipped through the ancient yellow scroll presented by AG in his hand.
Sitting in the ordinary cabin, there is a bald old man next to him, taking off his glasses and carefully wiping them with glasses cloth. A young couple in the front laughs in a low voice, and the two young girls behind them seem to be taking an international flight for the first time, which is very fresh. chatting.
In such an ordinary and peaceful environment, Garen felt as if the ancient scroll in his hand was like a script in a fantasy movie, without any sense of reality.
He seems to be an ordinary American college student, holding a book full of imaginative stories, movie scripts and novels, reading carefully, as if the world in it has nothing to do with him at all.
Garen turned his head and glanced at the old man beside him, who gave him a friendly smile. He lowered his head and put on his glasses, took out the newspaper on the plane and looked at himself.
After regaining his senses, he continued to read the updated content on the ancient scroll.
This ancient scroll AG will replace some new content on it every once in a while.
'My allies told me that the most mysterious dead apostle may be coming out, which will break the balance between the Ming party and the secret party. '
'But the Ming Party has the number one Dead Apostle, Pale Castine, who is known as the most powerful Dead Apostle, and the second Dead Apostle Hong Yue, so the advantage will not be broken immediately. '
Garen turned to the next page. Taking out a gel pen in his pocket, he slowly began to write on the page.
'What are your allies? '
There was no answer there, and AG may not have opened the page now.
Garen didn't care either, and continued to read the new content below.
'Remembering or realizing that you are dreaming in a dream is the first step you have to do. 'AG seems to be starting to teach the first point of their power system.
'The biggest trouble for many people is that they don't realize that they are dreaming in their dreams, and they will be caught by the environment without warning and reveal their biggest secrets. For example, there are too many deceptions in a seemingly quiet and unoccupied environment, such as a seemingly safe and airtight room. '
'And the key to you now is that the dead disciple who marked you is watching you at any time, and you must first feel this attention. He will exist in your dream, once you enter the dream, the other party will notice. So you have to take advantage of the time when he was involved in the blood race civil war, find the introduction he left behind, and destroy it, so that you can get rid of his monitoring. '
Garen put down the book and fell into thought.
The vampires in this world are completely different from the vampires in the previous world. The vampires here are obviously masters of manipulating consciousness. They drift between reality and dreams. Their lifespan is extremely long and there is almost no end in sight. They are extremely strange and powerful existences.
This kind of power may bring her unexpected gains.
(end of this chapter)