The layered routine of vest essence

Everyone turned their eyes to him, and he cleared his throat and said loudly.

"Since they already know that the vampires attacked the werewolf, they probably learned about our Cecil Group from the dead werewolf. Since we are already in a state where the enemy is in the dark, why don't we take the initiative to attack? "

"If they take the initiative to pick our single kills, wouldn't they put us at a disadvantage?"

Others discussed one after another and felt that what this person said was reasonable.

McMillan frowned and said: "Although the vampires are inferior, as far as I know, their Duke Theodore is arrogant by nature. I think it is very likely that they will directly fight us. Instead, we will fight early because we cannot Support each other and expose the flaws, and it is easy to go and never return."

The man crossed his arms and said suspiciously: "You didn't collude with the vampires beforehand, did you say that? Let alone put our right to take the initiative to attack on the illusory personality of the enemy, and a hundred years have passed, The strength of the vampire is still in doubt, how can we not try it?"

McMillan opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything. He also wondered if he was deluded by the old shadow, and had a wrong estimate of the vampire's strength.

As if he had won the battle, the man gave him a provocative look, and continued to spout his long speech.

Finally, when the sky was slightly white, the werewolves who had been arguing all night finally came up with what they thought was the most comprehensive plan.

——Send ordinary people to guard separately in the city, first find the whereabouts of the vampires, then send a weaker werewolf to seduce the vampires, and after finding out the exact number of vampires, send personnel to gradually strangle them.

It seems that every werewolf took it for granted that vampires could not travel in groups, so they were quite confident in besieging a single vampire.

Although McMillan is the organizer in name, the werewolf with a strong aggressive nature will not obey the command step by step. In the past, it was fine for two people to fight, but at this time, any energy is not worth wasting at will. Yes, he was too lazy to bother with the provocateur.

With the end of the meeting, the entire building also returned to silence, leaving only people in twos and threes gathered together to discuss the details of the plan.

Macmillan lit a cigarette and stood silently by the window watching the sun gradually melt away its heavy color and shed a thin golden light.

The veteran who followed him all the way came over and took the cigarette he handed over.

"What are you worried about?" the elder asked, his dark green pupils were extraordinarily deep because they couldn't see through the lenses.

McMillan took a deep breath and said, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the blood we've recruited over the years doesn't seem to be as useful as we thought."

"Pure-blooded werewolves... are still decreasing."

The elders sighed helplessly. The war a hundred years ago was too cruel, and what they suffered was not only the lost lives, but also the hope of reproduction.

"There is no way to do this. Now is the age of mankind."

The elder continued: "Since sneaking into the crowd, you and I have seen that the motivation for the development of the Cecil Group and the reason for maintaining our current good life are all placed on human beings."

McMillan turned his back and stretched his hands out of the window, feeling the cold wind from the cuffs, "So, why should the vampires return to this society? Since it is the age of humans, there is an endless gap between us and vampires. It is time to draw an end to the struggle."

"You don't have self-confidence." The elder hit the nail on the head.

McMillan showed a wry smile and said: "The reason why I recognized the Duke of Blood so quickly is because I was at the scene of the last battle a hundred years ago. If my father hadn't hid me in the stone pit and threw me on me Lots of swamp mud, and I might die too."

"Their abilities are too strong, you say, why can vampires without souls control the power of nature, while our powerful family can't feel a little element?"

The elder was silent, and after a long time he said, "Instead of thinking about meaningless things here, it's better to think about how to deal with vampires."

"You agree with their plan?"

"We have no choice but to survive."

McMillan took a few steps, threw the burnt cigarette into the ashtray, turned around and left without talking to him.

All the way down, it was already time to go to work. Many human employees who had joined the job greeted him politely. In a bar I went to.

The music in the morning is not as exciting as in the evening, light violin music is paired with rum, and many customers who spend the night at the bar can still have a warm breakfast - with the professional slogan "Customer is God", even if it is near the morning The business of this bar in the early morning is also very good.

As soon as McMillan entered, a dedicated waiter came to receive him and wanted to lead him to his private room, but today he was in a very depressed mood, and he didn't want to drink alone, so he waved away the waiter and sat on the booth.

"Apricot brandy, with some ice."

Although a little surprised why someone came to the bar early in the morning to order spirits to get drunk, the bartender still made a glass and handed it to him.

The clarified wine is rippling in the glass, and a sweet apricot is garnished on the rim of the glass, which looks extra sweet.

On the contrary, McMillan felt that he was dazed. He usually came to Lieyan at night, but now it was early in the morning, and the bar was almost closed, so there were not many people there.

After drinking this cup, go back and rest, he thought, and he wondered if the model would be photographed by the paparazzi when he went back.

The curtain of the bar was raised again, and two figures walked in one after another.

"Little brat, let me tell you, that guy, An, lost his sense of proportion when he heard about the Duke. She insisted on getting involved in things that the Duke can solve by himself."

"But if she doesn't get involved, I can't take you out hahaha."

"Let my sister take you to taste the world of adults!"

A blond beauty with a super-standard figure in a short skirt in winter, hugging a dry-looking silly boy, which made many men who were still sitting in the bar cast envious and jealous sunshine on that lucky guy.

The "little fool" who was slandered by many homosexuals showed reluctance, he grabbed Mina's hand, but Mina's slender hand was so strong, he was taken away like a little chicken.

"I do not drink……"

"Then you still want to train?"

Sarri remembered the tragedy he had experienced early in the morning and chose to shut up.

McMillan was sitting on the booth, and the bottom of the exquisite glass goblet in his hand was broken off alive by him. He stared intently at the two people not far away who were negotiating with the bartender for their certificates, and easily saw through their identity. identity.

"Sir, damaged items will be compensated according to the price." The bartender stepped back cautiously and reminded.

McMillan withdrew his gaze and drank the wine in his hand. The spirit that burned his throat aroused the fighting spirit in his heart infinitely.

After scanning the QR code to pay for the cup that was crushed by his hand, he stood up and walked directly towards the two of them.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't expect you to be..."

"Excuse me." McMillan strode forward, pushed the bartender aside, and looked directly at the petite and cute vampire in front of him, exuding a slight pressure.

"Can I talk to this young lady alone about something." He pronounced the word "alone" clearly, with a provocative gleam in his eyes.

Mina was stunned for a moment, covered her mouth with her hands and smiled softly: "Of course, my honor..."

Turning his head to Sarri, who was a little out of state, he said: "You sit here for a while, and let the waiter serve you a cup of hot milk later, my good boy—"

"I want to do something passionate with this gentleman."

The bartender next to him who was silently pretending to be dead put a question mark in his heart, is dating a bed partner so casual these days?

The two walked one after the other, faster and faster, and finally the pedestrians on the road could only feel a slight breeze.

Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, McMillan took the lead and walked to a remote factory, showing his back in front of Mina as if the two were not enemies.

"Aren't you worried that I'll set up an ambush here?" He turned his head and asked.

Mina twirled her strands of hair indifferently and said, "You werewolves are still so ignorant of yourself."

She condensed a water blade out of the air, held it in her hand, and walked towards McMillan, "I hope you won't be beaten and cried on the spot like the cub I met yesterday."

The two stopped talking, and moved their hands tacitly.

McMillan pulled the suit jacket casually and transformed into a werewolf. The fast speed and sharp nails are the best weapons of a werewolf.

Mina backed away from McMillan's claws on her neck, and cut his cheek with the water blade with her backhand.

The blood that was slowly overflowing froze within two seconds, but the fighting spirit of the two was completely aroused.

The blood-stained water blade became cloudy, Mina threw it aside, and threw three throwing knives. The light blue knives were extremely transparent, and there was a "swish" sound when they swirled in the air.

Macmillan's wolf body is [-] meters tall, but his strong figure will not impair his agility, but will further expand his strength advantage.His ears moved slightly, he turned his head slightly and dodged the water knife, and then jumped forward, slashing directly at the top of Mina's head with his right hand.

Mina has also seen a lot about how fast a pure-bred werewolf can go. Her expression changed, and she turned her head to the left. She saw a knife-like claw passing by her ear, taking away the hair on her forehead. Silk.

Mina touched the bloodstain on her forehead, and her pair of red pupils that had already appeared became brighter.

"You managed to provoke me..." she said in a low voice, kicked her feet, and jumped upwards like anti-gravity.

Just as the two confronted each other again, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the factory.

"Don't move, FIB!"

The intense action scene between the two suddenly froze and looked extraordinarily comical.

The people outside were still shouting, and there was a sense of threat that they would force their way in if they didn't come out.

Macmillan gave her a deep look, then leapt towards the top of the factory, disappearing into the gray mist.

Mina's aroused desire to fight was suddenly interrupted. She stood still and reacted for a long time before she could barely discern that this "FIB" should belong to a human organization.

If it wasn't for the contract on the bloodline that made her unable to do anything, she would definitely have a Wushuang AOE meal when she rushed out!

After cursing human beings from the bottom of her heart for a long time, Mina changed back to her original shape and flew away before the outsiders rushed in.

A team of heavily armed FIB outside shouted a few times cautiously. After seeing that there was no sound in the factory, several people looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Are you sure you really saw the prince of the Cecil Group lure|abduct a little girl here?" One of the team members asked suspiciously the teammate who was following McMillan.

The teammate scratched his head, looked at the slowed-down surveillance and said: "At first I just thought I lost the target, so I quickly searched the road and found the whereabouts, but through the surveillance screen, I found that the girl should be Not a normal person."

He tilted the screen of his laptop toward his teammates, with a look of incredulity on his face, "Is this the speed at which a superman can walk out?"

The team member straightened up, opened the safety lock of the gun, and said to the others: "The Cecil Group has already shown its feet, we can't be sure whether they are mutants from biochemical research or other species, so please be mentally prepared. .”

"Now, rush in with me!"

A group of people broke through the half-locked factory gate with a mortal determination, and everyone held their guns in readiness, prepared for the worst.

However, what awaited them was an empty factory and dust flying everywhere.

Everyone vigilantly walked around the entire factory with their guns in hand, and gathered near the gate after making sure that no creatures were found.

"Team B, please answer, did you see any suspicious people leaving the factory within 10 minutes?"

"Team B received it and did not see any suspicious persons leave."

Team B is a detachment dedicated to sniping and reconnaissance. As early as when the action team called at the door, they found the commanding heights nearby and squatted to guard. They must take the routes around the factory into their field of vision and are the main force to prevent suspects from escaping.

When they received the communication, their first reaction was that they finally failed to count Bai Gong, but they were puzzled because they did not find anyone.

The captain of team B reconfirmed to his companions through the walkie-talkie: "Are you sure you haven't seen any suspicious people coming in and out?"

"No."

"Me neither, but 10 minutes ago, I saw a pretty big | bat flying out of the factory."

"Silly boy, I want you to look at people, don't look at the sky stupidly, if you really miss any clues, I will ask you." The captain laughed and cursed.

"That's really not the case, I've been staring at it." The team members quickly clarified.

Everyone laughed in good faith.

Action team over there.

"It has been confirmed that no one is going out from here, so how did the two of them leave?" The team leader frowned and thought, "Could it be that there are other passages under the factory?"

"Captain, many unknown water stains have been found on the wall here, and there are also some on the ground."

"Take away samples of the things at the scene, take pictures of the traces, and others will follow me to find out if there is a secret passage here." The captain waved his hand and assigned the task.

"After searching for so long, I finally found the true face of the Cecil Group!"

Mina turned into her original form and circled around, randomly choosing a public toilet to come out from.

Staring at the stunned and even skeptical eyes of several big men, she walked out confidently and returned to the bar.

At this moment, the bar was about to close, and Surrey was holding a glass of milk and staring at the bartender at the door pitifully. Seeing that Mina finally came, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this glamorous young lady dripping with sweat, the bar sighed inwardly. It seems that Mr. Cecil is really talented.

After sending the two customers away politely, the bar also kindly reminded: "In fact, the second floor of the bar is the hotel, and the service there is very comprehensive."

Mina gave him a meaningful look and said, "You must be a bartender, and you must be out of talent."

"Really, thank you miss for your compliment." The bartender thought that Mina was complimenting him, and bowed and smiled.

Slowly carrying Sarri to the villa, Mina even had the time to buy some dried flowers for decoration.

Surrey stopped talking a few times, and finally couldn't help saying: "You and that gentleman..."

"What do you think we're going to do?" Mina smiled narrowly, "It's really a happy thing, but it was interrupted by some irrelevant people."

Surrey blushed, and stammered for a long time before uttering a sentence: "My aunt said that messing around will make you sick."

Mina took out a dried flower from the bag, tore it apart, threw the crumbs out, then turned to Sally and smiled, "I'm not kidding you, idiot, that person should be a purebred werewolf, I don't know what medicine he took wrongly." Find me one-on-one."

"It seems that the level is not bad. If every werewolf is at his level now, it may be difficult for our blood race to regain the territory, but judging by their varying levels..."

Mina snorted contemptuously.

"Let's go back and rest more to rejuvenate our spirits."

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