Chapter 185 A Link in the Biological Chain

In the wilderness of Pennsylvania, the empty plains are deserted, and the nearest small town is nearly 70 kilometers away, leaving the bustling New York State, the state is closer to a taste of a large farm.

But it was still winter, and although the sun was very strong, it would still make people feel cold in such a wilderness.

"I can't go back like this. This is escaping!" Thor was shouting to his brother Loki on this wide plain.

"What good is it for you to stay? You can't do anything with a mortal body like you." Loki had nothing to do with Thor's brain.

"I've already contacted Heimdall. He will open the Rainbow Bridge in a quarter of an hour. You must return to Asgard with me." Loki said to Thor in an irresistible tone.

"But the big snake is really here, what should we do?" Thor asked Loki.

"That's what Odin should care about, not you, the god of thunder who has lost his power." Loki stopped talking nonsense with Thor and directly used a magic to imprison Thor.

The Rainbow Bridge opened at the scheduled time and returned to Asgard with the Thor brothers.

And about a hundred kilometers away from them, in a forest in Pennsylvania, this place was originally an animal sanctuary, but it is also open for hunting during the hunting season.

This is to ensure that the ecological balance is maintained and appropriate human controls are used to control the increasing number of deer and bears in the reserve.

There are many private hunter huts here, which were originally open to those hunters during the hunting season. Generally, in this cold winter, these hunter huts should have been closed long ago, and the shopkeepers had already returned to the city to go to the cat winter.

But there is a hunter's hut here that hasn't closed yet, or the owner and his group of partners don't want to leave here.

The owner's name is Kesen. He was originally a vampire, but he was of mixed race. He didn't like the identity of a vampire very much.

Before being converted, he was a staunch vegetarian, and the smell of blood was what he disliked the most, although he was also a hunter.

But he has always been a staunch pacifist. The hunter's hunting is to maintain the balance in the forest and make the entire biological chain more reasonable, instead of blindly killing and taking for fun.

So even though he became a vampire, he still never attacked humans, and the income from his hunter's lodge could support him to buy plasma from the government blood bank.

Relying on these blood plasmas, he didn't attack anyone for fifteen years, and he paid extra attention to maintaining his posture and never showing his fangs.

And every time he goes out, he wears special sunscreen. No one has ever known that he is a vampire all these years.

In the 15 years since he was converted, Kesen has been doing very well. He even married an ordinary woman and had children. He loves his wife and children very much. He has been trying to stay away from the circle of vampires.

Until the implementation of the measures for the management of special populations of vampires, all the concealment he had done before was useless. The government had a record of his purchase of blood plasma.

He was taken away by the police and forced to inject purification serum, which was nothing to him, he had long wanted to get rid of the identity of a vampire.

But instead of getting better because he's no longer a vampire, life starts getting worse.

His wife and children could not accept the fact that he was a vampire, especially after the government news repeatedly broadcast various crimes about vampires.

His wife left him with their children, and the family that had been painstakingly managed for more than ten years fell apart in an instant. And worse things happened one after another.

There were so-called anti-vampire rallies and organizations that rallied outside his house, demanding that he get out of the town where he had lived for more than thirty years.

Kersen swears to God that he never hurt anyone, but those words were ignored, and the crazy crowd dragged him from the house.

It's like treating those witches in Europe in the Middle Ages, tying him to a tree and beating him severely, as well as various insults. If the police hadn't arrived in time, maybe he would have been burned on the tree like those witches.

The town where Kesen lives is a typical place where conservatives live, and there is no place for any weird things here.

He couldn't bear the fact that every day someone insulted him in front of his window and painted all kinds of insulting language on his house.

Kesen tried to call the police, but every time the sheriff saw his eyes, it was as if he saw a stinking thing. It seemed that he had a terrible infectious disease and wanted to stay away from him.

This is a kind of discrimination, and this kind of discrimination does not only happen to Kesen. Many other vampires who have become normal people also suffer from the same discrimination.

Of course, the media will not report these things, because this is a political issue. On the soil of the United States, which news media would now think of confronting the issue of national planning?

In addition, as long as the news media reveals a little article sympathizing with vampires at this time, they will probably be torn to pieces by those who hate vampires.

And in this unseen bloody discrimination storm, another gap appeared between pure blood and mixed blood among vampires.

Those purebloods with money and power are still living the lives of others. Whether they are vampires or not, as long as they have enough capital in their hands, they will always be the elite of this country.

Neither the media nor the police will bother them, and ordinary people can't afford to mess with those guys even if they hate vampires.

And mixed-race vampires like Kesen are the people who have suffered the most intensely in this turmoil.

Some politicians are used to calling these things the throes of the new bill, as long as they can endure it, but they may not consider that many people will not be able to survive this pain.

Maybe some people will die before the labor pain is over, maybe some people can survive the labor pain, but some people will decide not to endure the labor pain, even at the cost of their own lives.

Because for some people, sometimes anger and hatred are even more important than life.

Such a group of people gathered in Kesen's hunter's hut, most of them were cornered, or former half-blood vampires who could not be accepted by society and could not stand such discrimination.

Recently, a name has been mentioned again in the circle of mixed-blood vampires, and that is the former leader of mixed-blood vampires, Dicken Firth.

Countless half-bloods regarded him as a hero, a fighter against pure-bloods, and many were willing to sacrifice their lives for his revolution.

After the vampire empire fell apart, it was rumored that he was killed.

But recently, someone saw him again. Dicken Firth was recruiting, and he seemed to be making a big move.

And the reason why so many people gathered in Kesen's hunter's hut today is because one of Dicken Firth's subordinates is coming here today to give these disabled mixed-blood vampires some tasks.

The snow in the forest outside is already as thick as 10 centimeters, and walking in this kind of snow has begun to feel very strenuous.

Braving the severe cold and snow, the envoy pushed away from the hunter's hut after trekking, and the sentry outside had discovered him long ago, but the envoy had already given the prescribed secret signal.

"What a damn weather." The envoy, who was wearing a heavy winter coat and carrying a big box, cursed as soon as he entered the house.

"Damn it, Kesen, do you have any wine here? I want a bottle of whiskey to warm me up."

Kesen handed a bottle of whiskey to the messenger with a blank expression, and the visitor first took a big gulp for himself and felt better when the alcohol began to play a role in his blood.

"Have you seen Dickon?" Kesen asked after the envoy had finished drinking.

This is also the most concerned issue of the dozen or so people present, and everyone's eyes are focused here.

"Yes, I saw him. I swear, Dickon is stronger than any vampire we have seen before. I am afraid that Dracula will not be his opponent now." The messenger said a little excitedly.

"What's Dickon's plan?" A former vampire couldn't help asking.

"What's the plan? Isn't it easy to understand?" The envoy didn't look back at the man, but put the big box he was carrying on the table, and found a stool for himself to sit on.

"Do you still want to live like this? We didn't do anything bad before! We were forced to become vampires."

"Even after becoming a vampire, all of us sitting here have never gone out to attack humans."

"We abide by the law, work hard, and use the dollars we earn to buy blood plasma from the government. But what has the government done now!"

"Our families have been destroyed, and many people have lost their jobs. I just contacted my friends in Arizona a few days ago. In their social circles this month, at least 500 mixed-race vampires have died or disappeared. "

The words of the messenger made most of the people present bow their heads, and many people felt the same way. Discrimination is something invisible, but it does exist.

Vampires who have become normal people are largely ostracized, lose their jobs and cannot study, and are isolated by the crowd intentionally or unintentionally.

Did the government lack consideration when specifying this bill? Or was it deliberately promoted by someone with a heart? It's too late to say anything now, because the quarantine has already been done.

Some people may think that vampires who have become ordinary people can't do much tricks, but history has warned people countless times, please don't underestimate the power of small people.

For example, now, the messenger who returned from Dicken Firth opened the box he was carrying. It revealed ten blue serums inside.

"In a word, Dickon only wants the person with the strongest willpower." The messenger's face was serious.

"It's up to you whether you want to live like a wimp or start a big business with Dickon. But I have to tell you that these things don't guarantee your chance of survival. The mortality rate is as high as 6% after injection. Ten, how do you look at your own choices."

Before the messenger finished speaking, Kesen picked up a serum and injected it into his arm.

It doesn't matter, anyway, I have nothing to lose, if I can turn the world upside down before the end of my life. At least prove that I have lived a heroic life in this world, instead of hiding in a deserted corner and dying silently like an old dog.

Los Angeles, the so-called City of Angels.

A very handsome young man is sitting in a coffee shop looking at the coastal scenery in the distance. If you look closely at his eyes, you will find a kind of flame burning in the depths of his eyes.

A strange flame, very weak and almost impossible to detect if you don't deliberately detect it, but the feeling of that flame is not warmth, but a coldness from hell.

He was playing with a silver ornament in his hand, and whispered softly in his mouth.

"It's all about balance, as in hunting, as in fear, and as in death."