These two are Dylan Esworth, the eldest son of Esworth, and Alex Montel, the second generation black European.
Luke noticed just now that some of the group who rescued Alex appeared in the castle.
When he was robbing prisoners in the prison last night, the car that he installed a tracker did indeed enter the downtown area of Sacramento.
Now, he doesn't have to make another trip to Sacramento.
One by one in each hand, he dragged the two eldest young masters into the house, pressed them on the ground and beat them violently in turn, causing them to howl like ghosts and wolves, with blood flying all over them, and he successfully obtained the information he needed.
Aside from the two young and old, he searched the castle thoroughly again, found the things he was interested in, and put them into the storage space.
These things are not money, and the total amount is not much.
He didn't touch some of the cash, gold and other things in the castle.
Batman is not a ghost butcher, and this kind of sweeping behavior cannot be done, so as not to be connected with the style of other vests.
Once Wei Guangzheng's personality collapsed, the identity of Batman would not be easy to use.
Half an hour later, after the search was over, he dragged out the two dying young masters, threw them beside the two vampires, and ordered, "Transform them into your servants."
The two vampires were weak and seemed unable to move.
Luke didn't talk nonsense, he took out a small glass bottle, threw it into the mouth of one of the vampires, and snapped his jaw shut.
With a click, the small glass bottle shattered, the liquid inside filled the vampire's mouth, and a strong garlic smell also came out.
The vampire screamed, rolled and struggled on the ground for a moment, then blew his head and burst, and he couldn't die anymore.
Taking out a bottle of concentrated garlic essence again, Luke sneered: "Foreigners, you are not human!"
He just pulled another vampire, and the one who was lucky enough not to be picked just now resolutely succumbed: "No, I will do it, and I will do it right away."
Luke sneered, threw the vampire to the side of the two elders, and watched him embrace Dylan and Alex.
After a while, the two young and old showed the status of vampire servants, he nodded with satisfaction in his heart, and jumped up to the height of the stone castle.
Taking out a prepaid cell phone, he sent a short message to the number on Phil's business card and dropped the phone.
After doing all this, Luke jumped out, away from this devil's lair.
…
In the morning, Selena came out of the training room: "Are you back?"
"Well, what do you want to eat today?" Luke asked after coming out of the room just after taking a bath.
Jin Nugget answered quickly: "Wow."
Luke: "Okay, let's keep it simple and eat steamed seafood."
Selena glanced at him: "If you are busy, let it eat raw, there are still a lot of tuna meat anyway."
The gold nugget groaned, expressing dissatisfaction.
Luke smiled and shook his head: "No, I won't be too busy today."
Maybe it won't be busy for a few days. He muttered in his heart.
Twenty minutes later, Luke watched the news at home and smiled, "How's the situation?"
"The bombing of St. Bost's Hospital has been on the temporary news, and it is suspected of being an "empty cloth attack". Dustin's side is fine, and people from the SAT and the serious crime team have rushed over." Selena said.
Luke: "Where's Batman?"
Selena looked strange: "Only the picture of him catching those two monsters, and the picture of cutting off the monster's arms and the two helicopters taking over later is gone."
Luke didn't care.
Just last night, the pictures and articles that Xiaosnail posted on the Internet also disappeared without a trace, and they only existed for less than ten minutes.
However, his purpose has been achieved.
No one can be sure, and Batman won't see the relevant information in just a few minutes.
Or other caring people kept the pictures and messages and sent them to Batman.
Anyway, Luke himself knew that Batman must have seen this big revelation.
…
At nine o'clock in the morning, in the Innout outside the Stark Industrial Park, two middle-aged men sat facing each other in a secluded corner.
"My salary can only afford this, don't hold it back." Phil said with a smile on his face, took a bite of the cheeseburger in his hand.
Flagg smiled, and also took a bite of the burger: "I didn't expect you to treat me to a fifty-dollar special, and we're not rich."
Phil nodded with a smile.
"Have you stayed up all night? It's just a special goal, so it won't make you work so hard, right?" Flagg asked, looking at Phil's dark circles.
Phil continued to smile: "There's a lot of work, if you don't finish this matter quickly, there will be more things coming up later."
Of course he wouldn't tell Fleger that he had received an unexpected text message in the early hours of the morning and had to work overtime overnight. He mobilized all his team members and caught six vampires and over a hundred disabled people at once.
If this matter is not handled properly, it will cause a lot of commotion.
S.H.I.E.L.D. is not a law enforcement agency of the United States, and recklessly mobilizing upper-class Americans like the Esworth family can easily cause dissatisfaction with the US government.
It would be easier to deal with this matter if the person who went was Fleigh.
It's a pity that Phil can't hand over the things he got to Fleige.
He knew quite well about Fleger's institution.
Those vampires falling into the hands of that organization are not a small danger to society, and even more of a threat to S.H.I.E.L.D.
It was also for this reason that even though he was very busy and tired right now, he still came on time and was ready to chat with Fleger for half an hour to avoid being noticed by him.
He was going to come out to have breakfast, and he was able to pack a batch of food for the team members who worked overtime.
Fleiger couldn't see through Phil in front of him, but he knew that it was useless to talk bureaucratically with Phil. The level of this talker far surpassed his own.
After exchanging pleasantries, he went straight to the topic: "We are interested in Batman, and I hope you don't interfere."
Phil smiled: "Is this a warning?"
Flag hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "It's just a reminder."
Phil nodded: "Then I know."
Flag hesitated for a moment, but said, "What do you want? Make a condition."
Phil pondered, and finally shook his head: "Flaige, we are also old friends, and I don't want this kind of thing to destroy our friendship. So I can tell you clearly that we will not consider recruiting Batman in the short term."
Fleger froze for a moment, then frowned: "Could it be that you want to arrest him?"
Phil continued to shake his head: "I don't have any plans for the time being. At most, I will keep an eye on him. He is a very complicated person. We will not act rashly until we get a more accurate assessment report."
Flage is a little bit convinced.
Phil is still very experienced in doing things, and he handles all kinds of things in an orderly manner. He doesn't offend many people and has many good friends.
For today's matter, Fleger made a condition, and someone else would definitely agree to it.
But Phil didn't take advantage of him, but was outspoken.
Flage picked up the Coca-Cola cup and signaled: "Okay, next time please."
Phil smiled and held up the black tea: "It's a deal."
That's what Flage meant by remembering him as a petty favor.