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You have both sugar and whip to tame the beast.Nord obviously does not have such a flexible mind.

Lyons rejected the shackles sent and put Andre in a cage on the first floor of the Blood Hunt.

Those specially made silver railings are extremely fragile compared to the vampires walking in with squinted eyes.Even with what Lyons knew about Andre, it was unclear what an angry vampire would do.

"Wait for me, I will try my best to solve it. If something happens in Blood Hunt, you will definitely have no peace in the future."

The dark cell covered most of Andre's body, only a small piece of wine-red dress and golden hair scattered on it were exposed.

No one responded to him, even breathing silently to see off the guests.

Lyons stood outside, seemingly waiting for an answer.

The one who came before Andre was the secretary next to Nord.The secretary is young, with a straight face all the year round, almost like Nord when he was young.

He saluted Reigns respectfully, "Detective Inspector Reigns, you are suspected of leaving your post without authorization, allowing dangerous people to escape control during the observation period, which has caused serious consequences. According to the blood hunting regulations, you have reached a serious violation. Now please resign and accept cooperation." .”

"The incident happened less than a day ago, and the evidence collection has not yet been completed. Is it too perfunctory to conclude that my consultant killed someone?" Lioness also had a straight face.

The secretary didn't get into it, and said: "All decisions are made by the president himself. This case will be taken over by the president, and Detective Owen will assist. Detective, I hope you can cooperate with the work."

Andre, who unilaterally refused to communicate in the cage, sneered at the right time.

"Looks like you're having too much time for yourself, sir."

"..." Lyons knew that it was meaningless to argue with the secretary or Andre.

After all, one of them can't understand human words, and the other doesn't even seem to want to listen.

The secretary was dedicated to his duties and had no interest in the dangerous vampires in the cell. After notifying Lions, he made a gesture of invitation and followed Lions out.

After the noisy humans left, Andre chose to condescend to sit on a simple bed made of straw.

In fact, he prefers the high-quality coffin in the suburban villa.

The person behind the game is familiar with the character of each chess piece, and holds a bargaining chip in his hand that he cannot refuse.

Derek's presence is not a good sign.Andre hadn't seen him for nearly 100 years.At the same time, he has just lived a quiet life for almost 100 years.

Blood clan is a gathering place for beasts.There are countless lunatics who wear elegant clothes and do evil things.Derek is one of the best.

Andre doesn't care about the demise of human beings, nor does he care about the imminent movement of blood races.His ideal has romantic aesthetics: raise Mass and live in the jungle for a lifetime.

He once dedicated his heart to this kind of life and sent three wishes.

Now things are going against his ideals, which makes Andre start thinking about whether to stop losses in time.At the same time, his sensitivity to matters related to divine blood was forced to increase.

Derek is a lunatic who advocates violence, and he is very suitable for the blood race's practice of relying on strength to seize power.

Andre doesn't dislike this, but when this hapless "superior" becomes himself, the aesthetics of violence don't look so good.

Andre was a little anxious, and this anxiety turned into irritability after two bad-smelling humans appeared outside the door.

The chain rattled, and Andre rubbed his ears, looking at Owen and Nord with an unkind expression.

"One is dirty, and the other is stubborn." He moved his nose slowly, and said, "You are quite worthy."

Nord didn't respond to his provocation, and glanced at Owen.Owen understood, took out the suppressor and walked towards Andre.

The bracelet in his hand looked very familiar.Andre said with a smile, "Your Guild really opened my eyes, depriving me of the position of an agent, and robbing other people's holy artifacts. What is this called in your human language? Oh, I remembered, robbers, right?"

"The holy artifact belongs to the blood hunter, and Lyons only has the right to use it. Don't try to sow discord." Nord's eyes shot at Andre like a silver blade, and he didn't have any good feelings for the blood race.This cunning, cruel race is not to be trusted.

With Nord's backing, and Andre sitting obediently, Owen didn't seem to be threatening, and he gained a lot of confidence in an instant.

There is an interface in the middle of the silver ring, and after breaking the two sides, put it on the wrist and then fasten it.

Owen had been taught a lesson by Andre once. Seeing the vampire's defensive eyes, he immediately healed his scar and forgot the pain. He tapped the corner of his mouth and roughly grabbed Andre's hand.

The silver ring stuck to Andre's skin, and a burning smell appeared.The burn made Andre frown.This made Owen even more proud.

The moment he was about to close the bracelet, there seemed to be a force in the middle of the interface, so big that Owen felt a sharp pain in his palm, and the tiger's mouth was torn open.

Then the scorching heat turned from the vampire to the hunter.

"Ahhhhhh! Hot! So hot! What kind of tricks did you play!" Owen clasped his hands and stared at Andre viciously.

"The sacred artifact will recognize the owner." Andre calmly picked up the bounced bracelet and played with it in his hand. "He rejected you, which means that you are not worthy."

"Bah! I..."

"Shut up." Nord was holding two long silver cones in his hand, the scars on his face twisted with his serious face, thinking of a spear on the battlefield, "He is not qualified, then see if I am enough .”

After the words fell, Nord pushed Owen away and rushed towards Andre.

He is too old, but his hands and feet are agile.The silver cone draws two lines in the air, like a sharp blade piercing the darkness.

Andre curled his arms and rolled off the bed in an instant.The palms bowed, and the sharp claws rushed straight to the front of Nord who was rushing.

Nord has rich experience in actual combat. He retreated immediately after being shot in the air. One silver cone resisted Andre's attack, and the other lifted the bracelet lying on the ground.Once you get it, throw it out.

Andre didn't expect him to attack suddenly.He hadn't eaten for a long time, and he helped the day walker in the southern area to contact the curse seal, and healed the woman's wound. The power he had hoarded was almost spent.

Darkness is the battleground of the vampires, but not for the hungry combatants.The scene in front of him is full of flowers, and the suppressor has no effect on him. The holy artifact is not on his body, but only appears in the space, which also has a certain inhibitory effect.

"Crazy." Andre cursed, kicking away the silver cone that was piercing his heart.

"There is one more." Nord squinted his eyes, retracted his right hand, and clenched the silver awl with his left hand. The muscle memory from actual combat helped him quickly find the vein of the vampire and stab it out.

"President!"

"Hiss." Andre took a breath, his chest heaving.

Compared with Nord, who didn't change his face, this state is very weak.But there is no way, strenuous exercise is not suitable for hungry ghosts.

The moment the silver awl pierced, Andre protected the lifeline.Therefore, the sharp weapon only pierced the palm of his hand and was fixed on the wall.

"It's funny, it seems that I'm still qualified." Nord took out the bracelet and buckled it on Andre's wrist.

"Pfft." The silver cone was pulled out, and Nord glanced at Owen who was secretly relieved, "Why are you panicking?"

"No...no." Owen explained stutteringly, "There is still a lot of information on this blood race, it's a pity to kill it..."

"I know better than you. The rest of the interrogation is up to you." Nord stepped aside and wiped the blood on the silver cone.

In a panic, Owen opened the wooden box he brought, which contained various instruments of torture, as well as blood-drawing props that Andre was familiar with.Nord was not interested in these things, and his eyes avoided those strange-looking tools.

"Mr. Andre, we still have a lot of projects to experience last time." Owen took out a soft silver wire with a smile.The silver thread is shining, and it is thicker than ordinary thread. "This is my most proud work. It penetrates from the collarbone and passes through. It is like a woman tying a ribbon. Your skin is white, and it must look good with this." "

Experienced hunters know that before there is no way to kill with one blow, it is an act of death to provoke a wounded beast.

The palm was stabbed in a large area, and the phalanges and wrist bones had fractures of varying degrees.Therefore, the skin and flesh will still hurt after healed.

Owen curled up the silver thread, trying to tear off the dress that was neatly buttoned around the vampire's white neck, so as to plan his artwork on the graceful shoulders and neck.

"If you don't want your neck to be pinched." Andre suddenly raised his head when he was almost close to his skin, holding the silver thread with his left hand, and pierced Owen's wrist with his fingers mercilessly, "It's best to stop it."

The words of exhortation fall, and the result is a ripped open arterial wound.

Nord pulled Owen away almost instantly, and the wound on his right wrist was already deep.

"Owen." Nord said in a deep voice, "Go and bandage."

Andre rolled up the silver thread, like playing with a girl's smooth braids. Owen looked at him in horror, as if in a daze, he didn't respond to his wound.

"Owen!" Nord yelled, turning his head sharply to look at Andre.

The vampire's eyes are dazzling red, and those pupils are like a blood moon at night, captivating people's mind.

Read minds.

The most proficient and mysterious secret technique of blood nobles.

Nord dodged to block Andre's eyes, bandaged Owen, and poured the holy water he had brought into his mouth.Then he pulled out the silver awl and pressed it against Andre's neck.

"Stop."

"I told you to stop!"

A burst of piercing laughter filled the prison.

"Don't be so nervous." The vampire's eyes returned to the dark color of red wine, and he pushed away the silver cone provocatively and looked at Nord.

Owen couldn't breathe for a moment as if he was strangled by the neck. He blushed and panted heavily, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Nord put away the silver cone and checked Owen's breath.It looks like it's frightened, but good luck won't kill anyone.

"Nord, right. Your life as a hunter is very rich. I saw him take bribes, use power for personal gain, and eliminate dissidents. Compared with you, he, the detective, seems to know how to gather power." Andre stretched out his stabbed palm .The healing of the bone can bring on the itching and soreness of an ant bite.That taste is not good.

"Don't try to confuse me."

Andre kept his eyes on Nord like a hook.

Disdain, sneer, pity, sigh.

Nord saw this through the eyes of a vampire.

Then he heard the other party say.

"Your hunters are greedy, corrupted by profit, and obsessed with money. Human beings have always been able to share suffering, but not joy. And you, you are still living in the age of war, out of touch with the times."

"President Nord, the current Wesennuoer does not belong to justice and blood."

The author says:

Andre: I'm so hungry and beaten. Is this how vampires live!

(So ​​Owen and Nord became gas barrels)