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Constantine.

Rotten people, deceivers of the devil, deceivers whose souls are even more despicable than the devil.

He has many names and many code names.

But it is undeniable that his experience and life experience have brought him a lot of experience and skills.

Being able to deceive even the most cunning demons in the world, there is no doubt about this man's own strength.

"So, now the vampires are starting to attack human society?"

Sitting on a newly moved chair, Constantine crossed his legs in a sultry manner with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

He felt that these vampires were simply stupid.

Most people may not know this, but Constantine knows that the world is a duel between heaven and hell.

And each human soul is the bargaining chip between heaven and hell.

The vampires try to turn all their chips into useless garbage?

So sorry,

Neither hell nor heaven will let them go.

"So, Constantine, what can you do?"

Clark asked anxiously, with a serious expression on his face.

"A way? Of course there is."

Constantine knocked on the table and said: "I know an ancient magic that can be used to detect all vampires in an area, but the range is only about the size of a small town."

"And the most important thing is that we don't have that many magicians."

"That's not necessarily true." Gino interrupted Constantine with a playful expression: "Do you still remember those magicians you met during the Witch's Hour?"

Hearing Jino's words, Constantine's eyes lit up.

"You mean?"

"Yes."

Jino slowly said his plan: "These people can fully support us in finding those hidden vampires in every city."

"Wonderful!"

Hearing the young man's plan, Constantine couldn't help but clapped his legs and cheered, but soon, a look of hesitation appeared on his face: "But."

"I got this magic through a lot of hard work and experienced many twists and turns."

Constantine talked non-stop, but there was one meaning behind his words: If you want me to produce magic, you have to pay more.

"Money is not an issue, here's a check for half a million dollars."

I knew it was time for me to take action,

Batman took out a check from his belt, slapped it on the table, threw it gently and pushed it in front of Constantine.

"As expected of Batman!"

The hesitation on Constantine's face disappeared. He took the check with a playful smile and stuffed it into his pocket. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure there will be no problem!"

"Don't worry, there will definitely be no problem with our actions!"

A dark, damp underground hall.

The musicians, wearing medieval wigs and dresses, with their faces painted white, played the strings intoxicatedly with their eyes closed.

On a long table, a young man with a feminine appearance stretched out his hand to look at his fingernails, while casually answering the questions of the old man at the table whose skin folds were almost pulled to the ground.

"Politicians, bureaucrats, police."

"These high-power positions are in our hands."

A mocking smile flashed across the young man's handsome face: "Even the owner of the white house in America expressed his wish for eternal life."

He spread his hands and raised a smile on his lips: "Everyone from top to bottom is ours, how can we lose?"

"but."

The vampire elders sitting on the other side of the chair had solemn expressions.

"What should we do about the Justice League?"

"That Geno Luther is simply not something that ordinary people can defeat."

"Kino, Kino!"

Barney was dissatisfied and clenched his fists and slammed them on the table. He stared at everyone and said, "Why are you afraid of that human being?"

"Just because he is powerful?"

"But have you ever thought that sometimes defeating the enemy does not require force, but brains!"

He stretched out his hand and tapped his temple, his dazzling golden eyes shining with bloodthirsty light.

The vampire elders were trembling, their eyes filled with fear of the Justice League.

People's experience increases with time, and for this group of old monsters who have lived for who knows how many years, they have never seen the powerful existence of Jino, which is why they have been reluctant to invade humans. world reason.

"What about Geno Luther!?"

The young man took a deep breath to calm down. He still needed the help of these guys to control the vampire clan. He couldn't fall out with them for a while.

He just looked at these vampire elders with some dissatisfaction: "When we have assimilated all the humans in the world, will he dare to kill everyone in the world?"

Barney's plan is crazy, but it's a move that can damage an enemy a thousand times.

The elders looked at each other. Although they wanted to tell the young man that it was really possible for the other party to do it, they still pinched the corners of their lips and smiled when they thought of this crazy vampire: "Barney, just do whatever you want. We are old and have already I can’t jump!”

"fair enough."

Barney stood up contemptuously, turned around and walked towards the exit, sneering in his heart: antiques from the old era should stay in the trash.

After the man left, a group of elders discussed angrily.

"Today's young people don't respect martial ethics. Is that guy so rampant?"

"Geno Luther is not an ordinary person, let alone his group of alliance partners!"

"Barney's behavior will drag us into the abyss. If I fail, the vampires will never have a safe place."

Several vampire elders exchanged glances with each other, silently making some determination in their hearts.

"We need to bet on the Justice League to make sure we have a way out if Barney fails."

Riding the fence, hedging your bets, will never go out of style.

"But how do we make sure the Justice League accepts us?"

"Bring him a list, a list of vampire members, and detailed information."

A vampire elder smiled slyly: "Just in time, hand over all those vampires who are usually disliked to the Justice League to be killed."

Well, killing someone with a borrowed knife will never go out of style.

"Great Master, I don't understand why you talk so much to those sacrifices."

After Barney walked out of the conference hall, a sturdy black vampire followed the young Barney, looking at his master's long light blue hair with admiration.

"Haha, the king always has to grovel and abide by the rules of the game before he succeeds."

He took out a simple parchment from his arms and stared at the magic circle written with mysterious symbols on the parchment. The man gently brushed the magic circle and murmured and read the words on it: "When After sacrificing the blood of the vampires, you will become the king of the vampires."

And below that short paragraph, there is a picture of a human young man holding a dagger to kill another young man similar to him.

After hundreds of years of interpretation, Barney has understood that this is a sacrificial circle. Simply put, it gathers the power of all vampires into one vampire to help him complete racial evolution.

"And the direction of evolution above the blood clan is the blood ancestor!"

The young man slowly opened his arms, looked greedily at the rising sun outside the basement and said, "I will be crowned king!"