[Twilight] Vampire's Royal Engagement

If Bernice hadn't been too absorbed in her thoughts, she would have heard the conspiracy of the three people outside, but unfortunately she didn't.

Alec and the others seemed pretty good at finding a vampire, so what chance did she have of getting out of here before they found out?She could only hope that they were still busy and wouldn't be kind enough to bring her dinner again.

She must start another escape.But given the utter failure of her previous escape, she'd better think the whole thing over.

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"You're type B, my dear," the old woman grunted when she came back to Bernice.Bernice doubts this very much. She should actually have type A blood, so she can guess that the type B blood is actually the woman she drank completely in the basement.This is amazing, is she a blood memory now?a container?I don't know if she should feel sad or...

"Drink this, child." The old woman handed her a glass of unknown liquid, Bernice stared at the slightly cloudy liquid for a while, and drank it all.Of course, as soon as no one is looking at her, she'll spit out what she's just drunk.She didn't think the medication would do much for her, and she didn't need treatment.

"Why don't you sleep, child," said the old woman. "Believe me, you'll get better soon."

Bernice closed her eyes obediently, and the old woman pulled the quilt up for her.

"A buyer, Branson?" the old woman asked.Branson just hung up a phone call.

"It's easy to grab." Branson pouted, and pressed the half-burned cigarette on the wall to death: "The dying people are waiting for our life-saving medicine, and there are as many buyers as there are ants on the ground. $20— —" He smiled like a child, raised two fists in front of the old woman and gestured: "Chronic renal insufficiency, type B blood, pay with one hand, deliver with one hand..."

"What's there to be happy about?" The old woman didn't even move the wrinkles on her face, obviously disliking Branson's ignorance: "Next time we will find a more generous buyer. Hurry up, let's get this done—”

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As soon as the old woman went out, Bernice immediately woke up from the deadly sleep and spit out the potion into the trash can. The smell made her very uncomfortable, as if something was scratching her stomach. She couldn't think of it. Liquids can also bring this effect.She looked around, and it seemed that the high transom was high enough for her to get out.

"Why don't you go to sleep, miss." Branson walked in, one hand in his trouser pocket.

"Oh, I was thinking, maybe, I shouldn't bother you any more, I'd better get out of here," Bernice said to Branson.

"You're not going anywhere." Before saying this, Branson took out an electric baton from his trouser pocket and placed it on Bernice's neck.But Bernice just froze, and the numb feeling spread all over her body in an instant, but it was not enough to make her dizzy.

Bernice didn't understand what was going on, but she should also know that the people who rescued her were up to no good.She had to fight back.

She kicked Branson so hard that the stun baton in his hand fell to the ground and shattered, and it looked like his arm suffered the same fate, as Branson fell to his knees, howling in pain. shouted.

Bernice gave Branson another slap and his howling stopped, she wasn't sure if Branson was dead or passed out, as if she cared.She jumped over Branson lightly, intending to leave through the main entrance.But Crowley and the old woman were both waiting, and they shot Bernice at the same time.

The bullet hit Bernice's left arm, and the bleeding wound healed in an instant, but the bullet stayed inside.There was a sharp pain in her left arm, and Bernice didn't know what they were using, and she felt like she was starting to lose her mind.

At this moment, Bernice had completely forgotten about the "secrecy regulations", and the desire to kill when she was hungry and thirsty occupied her again. She completely lost her mind and threw herself at Crowley and the old woman. people.

"boom--"

"boom--"

After two shots, Bernice fell to the ground.

"Bitch." Crowley looked down at his bloody shoulder that was scratched by Bernice, and stepped on a big black footprint on the fainted Bernice.

"How's Branson?" he asked the old woman.

"It's badly hurt." The old woman threw down her weapon and gave Branson a brief inspection: "Tsk tsk—his right arm must be completely broken... and his neck must have been broken It's gone..." She lifted Branson's T-shirt, and the hideous wound on her abdomen shocked even her "old Jianghu".

"What the hell is she?" The old woman turned her head to look at Bernice, who had fallen to the ground. She had never seen such speed and strength in the black market for so many years.If it wasn't for Bernice's lack of combat experience, they might all be her victims.

"What now?" Crowley seemed to listen to the old woman.

The old woman kept her head down, thinking, how should she deal with this unprecedented situation?

"Is Branson still alive?" Crowley asked.Branson had just let out a moan of pain from a deep coma, and it sounded like something was wrong.

"I don't think so," said the old woman.She took out a small pistol that she carried with her, put on a silencer, and shot Branson between the eyebrows, and Branson immediately fell silent.

Crowley imitated the old woman and fired two more shots at Bernice. Of course, the gun was loaded with tranquilizers, hoping that she could sleep longer.The old lady quickly bandaged Crowley's wound, took away the things they needed, and of course, had to take Bernice with her. The three of them got into the unremarkable car and left the room quickly. Clinic.Not long after their car drove out, with a loud bang, the clinic exploded.The fire will burn all sins away.

"Where are we going?" Crowley asked from the passenger seat.

"There's always a place to go, boy." The old woman didn't want to talk.

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"You're awake, beautiful lady." Crowley had been waiting for Bernice to wake up. His wound had been tightly bandaged, and he regained his radiance after being hit by a crane.

"I'm going to introduce you to a distinguished guest later, girl." Crowley's triumphant look was disgusting: "He's always interested in new things, I'm sure you'll like him."

Bernice didn't want to deal with the bastard Crowley, she didn't know where she was, but it was obviously a more impenetrable place than that humble basement, her wrists and ankles were long The chain was locked, and she could not break free at all.

"Don't worry, girl." Crowley kindly reminded: "It's made of gold and titanium alloy." Bernice knew that her chemistry was not good at all, and it seemed that the power she had just gained was not as expected Invincible.

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"Clarkson!" Bernice knew from Crowley's dramatic strained tone that his so-called "guest" had arrived.Bernice would have vomited if it hadn't been for his square face, which was justified by the potbellied, short stature and plundered hair.

"Ah—" Clarkson admired the beautiful scenery in front of him. The girl who was as beautiful as a god was chained in the basement, like a princess in distress waiting to be rescued by him.

"May I know your name?" Bernice was amused by Clarkson's politeness, as if they had met in an elegant café.

Clarkson waited.

"Monica." Bernice felt that this was not a good time to keep silent.

"Monica! Monica!" Clarkson patted his big belly: "The name is so beautiful."

"I think we need to be alone for a while, Crowley." Clarkson gave a look, and Crowley obediently slipped away.

"Now—" Clarkson conjured a chair out of nowhere and settled his big butt: "We can have a good talk."

"What are you?" Bernice didn't expect him to be so straightforward. Looking at his appearance just now, it seems that he will stop those hypocrisy in the next life.

"I'm not sure," said Bernice slyly. "Maybe an abandoned alien. Maybe they'll come and pick me up, in a spaceship—"

"Don't make fun of me." Clarkson stood up at a speed that didn't fit his body type. He tugged at the chains on Bernice's body. Bernice knew that ordinary people's strength was not enough to tear off a certain part of her body. Yes, but the tight chains still made her nervous.

"Tell me, I promise I won't hurt you, and I will find you a good way out." Clarkson coerced: "Otherwise——I know you have enemies." She can still control her enemies, otherwise How could she be in that basement.

Bernice would not say anything.

"Very good." Clarkson nodded to the men he brought: "Torture is always indispensable. Why is there no smart person in this world? What a pity, I thought we would get along very happily, Monica .”

The whip cut through the air with terrifying momentum, leaving a fleeting scar on Bernice, but the pain was real.How can we know that it is not a blessing if it is a blessing in disguise.Once again, Bernice's strengths have become exploited weaknesses. They don't have to worry about Bernice's life at all, she will heal herself anyway.They could torture her over and over again without any worries.

"Ah—" Bernice growled like a wounded animal.But those who tormented her clearly had more beastly hearts.

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Added a hint, can you guess what kind of business these people are doing?