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Mass shook his head and shook Lyons' hand off.He stared straight at Andre.

The blood-drawing tools are very complicated, there are special knives for bloodletting, catheters, and test tubes with flowers printed on them.

Andre looked at the hunter who was walking over, hooked his fingers, and tapped on his trembling wrist, catching the falling silver dagger.

The dagger was well-made, and the hilt and blade were integrated into one. When the shiny hilt fell into Andre's hand, the hunter beside him held his breath.

Silver did little damage to the vampires, which made them panic.

Andre stabbed the blade into his wrist with his backhand, and the blood flowed down his fair skin like a stream, and the dripping blood slowly filled the test tube.

His slender fingers were stained with blood, and he placed the test tube in the slot.

The priest, who was praying, closed the Bible and did not express his views on the behavior of the blood race to interrupt the ceremony.

"Thank you for your cooperation, God will bless you."

"..."

Andre didn't think it was an honor for the blood race to receive God's blessing, so he straightened up and had the urge to wring the head of the human priest off.

The surrounding priests quickly stepped forward to collect the blood samples. The chief priest made a daily salute to Andre and left with the priests.

Footsteps sounded from the corridor, someone came carrying a delicate wooden box, wearing the exact same uniform as Lyons.

Lyons, who was holding Mass, frowned, straightened up and walked forward: "Owen, what are you doing here?"

Owen has a mustache.Looks like a beer drinker, with a bulging stomach filling his uniform to the brim.Hunters with such a body seemed to be uncommon.

"Lines? If you don't go to patrol your patrol, what are you doing here!?" Owen's tone was filled with contempt and hostility. He looked at Andre and asked the bowed hunter beside him, "Is this the vampire?"

After the subordinate nodded, Owen blinked his small eyes and muttered, "You look really good."

The voice of talking to himself is very small, but for the blood race, this voice is like talking in Andre's ear.

Andre's face darkened instantly, and he looked at Owen as if he was looking at a dead person.

"The monitoring department is not under your control. When will it be your turn to carry out the safety factor investigation." Lyons blocked Owen's eyes from looking at Andre.

He was quite a bit taller than Irving, and he was oppressive when he looked down.

"Mind your own business!" Owen took out a piece of paper and flaunted it in front of Lyons, "Did you see it? The president personally approved it! Go back to your patrol team, a street patrol captain, don't meddle in the branch's affairs! "

Lyons was still talking, when a panting hunter broke into the room.

The hunter was stunned for a moment when he saw Lions and Owen who were about to draw their swords. Then he said to Lions in a cold sweat, "Inspector, the president asked you to go to his place now."

"Understood." Lyons glanced at Owen and said, "You'd better behave yourself. This vampire is an important figure in the investigation, and it's not sensible to provoke him. Otherwise, I won't be responsible if I lose my head."

Owen's face turned blue, and he took a bite on the ground after Lyons left, "Hey, what arrogance, didn't I just kill a few vampires, and the cheap thing crawled on my head!"

He kept insulting, using vulgar and ugly words, and the hunters around him were obviously used to it, so they kept silent so as not to be implicated.

After Owen scolded enough, he turned his attention to Andre.

In the exquisite wooden box brought are untested holy artifacts in various shapes.

Owen took out a familiar silver ring, and walked towards Andre with a smile: "Let's take this first, and then try others. Don't worry, as long as you behave well and don't resist, there will be no danger."

His tone was vulgar and ambiguous. The hunters around him had different expressions, but they dared not say anything.

Andre sat upright in his chair, frowning as Owen's hands rubbed against his blond hair and collarbone, in disgust at being tangled in dirt.

Safety factor detection Andre is not ignorant of the process.

Resistance tests include resistance to weapons such as silverware, holy water, and tolerance to spells.

Generally, such experiments require the presence of a priest and a hunter.

Owen obviously couldn't complete all the tests by himself.

The silver gun and dagger pinned to Owen's waist seem to have never seen blood, and the guns are old and black in color.Not well maintained.

Very well, thought Andre, he couldn't even do the hunter part right.

"Tell me about you, what's so good about being with that poor Reince, he's very rigid and boring, he doesn't know how to appreciate beauty at all." Owen sighed while piercing the vampire's skin with a silverware.

Judging the extent of the injury and the degree of healing was beyond his ability, and the hunter beside him was holding a folder and sweating to record it.

"If you want me to say, it's better to come to my place. You can have whatever you want. Blood Hunter has much more resources than his small patrol team."

Andre narrowed his eyes: "You don't seem to be afraid of me."

His cold aura made Owen stunned for a moment, then he saw the silver ring around his neck and relaxed again.

To Andre's surprise, Owen was familiar with silverware.The torture device was played out in his hands, and after a few trials, he was able to control the intensity to determine the degree of his pain and injury.

"It healed very quickly." Owen admired, touching the skin of Andre's arm, "Such a good thing was snatched by Lyons, what a waste!"

"Are you really not considering coming to Blood Hunt? Leaving the place where the lowly people live in Night Watch, Blood Hunt can give you more. Money, beauty." Owen paused, looking obsessively at Andre's dark golden eyes , "Including fresh human blood. Those artificial blood are really terrible, aren't they?"

Owen's palm was pressed against Andre's wound, and the warmth of human skin was like maggots eating away at the bone.

Different from the decadent appearance, Owen is like a genius when it comes to execution.He is like a hungry wolf drinking blood, a complete madman.

Whenever the blood broke through the skin, Owen's expression would have a moment of excitement.

The excitement caused by the wound made his face turn red and his body heat up.

In this respect, his ignorance and inferiority seem to be concealed, making him a skilled hunter.

This difference made Andre raise his eyebrows, and he quietly twisted Owen's palm on his skin, and asked, "Are you trying to win me over? Inspector."

Owen smiled when he heard the words, and said, "Isn't it obvious which choice is better, the whole Blood Hunter or a Lyons? The Blood Race is a smart race."

"The whole blood hunt? It seems that your president knows your purpose."

"To be precise, he authorized me to do these things. So don't doubt my sincerity." Owen said with a smile, "Of course, we also thought about the situation where you couldn't see the pros and cons for a while."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the hunters around raised their guns in unison and aimed at Andre.

Owen pulled out the dagger from his waist, and groped greedily at his neck with the back of the knife, he pretended to sigh with pity: "If this is the case, then it's a pity, I will let you carefully experience which is the better choice. "

This kind of scene was so familiar that Andre even felt that maybe the Blood Hunt had no other way of threatening except raising guns to encircle and suppress.

Andre turned his head slightly, keeping the dagger away from himself: "Do you know why I hate humans? Because some people are always conceited and stupid."

"Impolite guys don't deserve such a good-looking face." Owen said with a calm voice, his expression changed.

"An incompetent guy doesn't deserve any good adjectives. Detective Owen, compared with Lyons, you are really more unpleasant."

Owen snorted, and shouted: "What's so good about Lyons! It's just that he got the heart of a prince-level vampire. It's been a long time ago, and it's not certain whether the vampire is dead or not. The era of the blood race has passed, those old antiques are buried in the soil, and those who hide from the world. His glory has long been outdated!"

"The news is quite well-informed." Andre didn't have much reaction to Owen's shouting.

"So don't follow that idiot who only knows how to kill people! Why don't you come to me and experience better things?"

"I'm not interested in your money, power or beauties. There is never a shortage of fresh blood." Andre exhausted his patience, and put his finger on the ring around his neck.

The sound of metal shattering echoed in the hall, climbing to Owen's ears, like a sharp knife piercing the heart.

"You...you...how can you open it..." He looked at the free Andre, as if seeing a ghost crawling out of hell.

Andre took out a velvet cloth and wiped off the remaining blood on his arms and neck, "It really doesn't work to reason with despicable people, go back and tell your president, I accept the great gift of blood hunting."

"Coercion and temptation, your threats are a bit ridiculous to me. And the bargaining chips you used to bribe me are even more boring. Don't judge the blood race by the low-level taste of human beings." Andre threw away the broken silver ring and looked at Owen.

"Now, Inspector Owen, it's time for me to return the salute."

Owen stepped back with staring eyes, gripping the dagger with trembling fingers.

He could barely catch Andre's movements, and the surrounding silver guns were aimed at the center, but he didn't dare to shoot recklessly.

After all, apart from Andre, there is also the fearful Owen.

The hunters stood bewildered and heard Owen's screams from time to time.

When the sound stopped, only Owen was in the room with his arms crossed. There were many scratches on his face, and the smell of blood mixed with it.

The dried vampire blood on the instrument of torture was covered by Owen's blood.

And the blood clan who committed the murder has long since disappeared.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!" Owen yelled in pain, cursing at the hunters around him, "Hurry up and bandage me up! Go report to the president, toast and not eat fine wine!"

A group of hunters looked at each other and found medicine to treat Owen.

But when I reported this matter to the president, no one rushed.

Sure enough, after Owen regained his strength, he said viciously, "I'm going to find the president myself. Lyons and his vampire are waiting to go to hell!"