Chapter Six Hundred and Ninety-Three only Blame the Hand Too Fast, Rush to the Next Stop

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These dens are "entertainment venues" where vampires don't live, and many dens are only opened before delivery. Fastest update┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

The real vampire, the only one Axella knows - Raquel.

Luke's eggs hurt immediately: The ball is over! Blame yourself for being too fast!

Repeated confirmation several times, this answer has not changed.

The only vampire Axela knew was Laquerie, who had just been killed by him.

Axella, a woman with both brains and appearances, and extraordinary knowledge and ability, has done so many dehumanizing deeds, and all she wants is to "keep youth forever".

In other words, the "first embrace" from a real vampire.

Relying on this method, the vampires slowly gathered a large amount of power in the dark.

Not everyone can take life and death lightly, especially some rich and powerful people.

At the last moment, they will still succumb to the urge to survive and become vampire slaves.

And what they have, naturally becomes the thing of a vampire.

But vampires who don't dare to be high-profile will only eat those invisible benefits, and they will never dare to stand up and occupy important industries.

They have done this a few times, but as a result, they are approached by several institutions and forces.

The vampire minions converted by the very talented big shots were also cleaned up.

With heavy losses, they can only hide in the dark honestly.

It is not too difficult for these forces and institutions to exterminate vampires.

But it's all about interests.

No one wants to bear the cost and destructive consequences of destroying vampires, so they all turn a blind eye to their existence.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Luke.

He neither needs that kind of "eternal life", nor is he a member of any power or institution,

His direct department is the LAPD, which has nothing to do with the security issues in Europe.

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At five in the morning, Luke walked out of the villa and launched a light helicopter collected from the factory.

A few minutes later, the helicopter took off and, in the darkest hour before dawn, headed east.

When flying close to the border, Luke deflected the helicopter and jumped out of the open door.

The unmanned helicopter pulled out an arc diagonally, and finally fell into a deep valley river.

Luke, who jumped off the plane, was once again equipped with a delta flight wing, passed through the air at high speed, and entered Poland.

When the morning sun rose slowly, Luke rode another scooter and moved forward.

Some of the things that needed to be destroyed in this mission fell into the deep valley river along with the helicopter, such as used motorcycles.

Consumables will find a suitable time to focus on destruction, and even the used white wolf armor will be cleaned and deodorized.

Luke himself has a keen sense of smell, and he is never sloppy about these traceable details.

Now, he is a new tourist who came to Poland, and he will soon go to the next tourist destination.

Riding a small pedal, he staggered to Chopin Airport, bought a ticket and boarded the plane.

Looking at Warsaw, which was getting smaller and smaller, Luke sighed: "I don't have time to play here, what a pity."

More than an hour later, Luke came out of Orly Airport in Paris, changed his black face again, bought a used Volkswagen Golf with cash, and went west.

A few hours later, the Volkswagen Golf passed through the undersea tunnel and into London.

London was shrouded in fine rain in the early morning. Luke looked at the ancient city in the rain and felt that today was a good day for work.

After driving to 174 Brick Street, he looked at the old five-story building, and walked into the storefront on the ground floor.

Similar to the old and old buildings in the small building, the decoration style of the store is simple and elegant, but it is cleaner and tidy, and the bright lights make people warm and comfortable.

A female clerk stepped forward with a faint smile: "Welcome."

Then she stood in a place not too far or not near, without getting closer, let alone coming up to say hello.

Luke took the initiative to wave, and the female clerk walked over unhurriedly: "How can I help you, sir?"

Luke smiled and said, "I want to buy two suits, as well as matching leather shoes and the like."

The clerk's smile immediately became more sincere: "Can you allow me to introduce them to you, sir?"

Luke continued to nod, and the two chatted while walking in the store.

Twenty minutes later, Luke walked out of the store with a paper bag.

This is a small shop for handmade suits. There is no stock, and it takes a week to customize.

Luke regretted that he was in a hurry to use it, and finally bought a pair of calfskin leather shoes in stock and left.

Standing in front of the store, he looked left and right, as if he was thinking about where to go, but he was thinking: this is not a vampire den, and there is no smell of vampires walking.

When his gaze fell, he saw a small building not far from the diagonally opposite. On the top of the building, there was a pattern of two horizontal and vertical arcs in a hemisphere, a bit like a circle with a non-standard "well".

He didn't care either.

In this ancient city, there are too many strange sculpture patterns.

For example, in the handmade suit shop behind him, in the hidden corner of the eaves, there is a line pattern in the shape of an hourglass, but there is an extra straight line up and down.

There are a lot of hidden ancient things in this city.

Luke muttered in his heart, looked away, and drove his golf to the Paddington Hilton.

The main body of this hotel is a Victorian-style building with hundreds of years of history and meticulous maintenance, so that it maintains a fairly good appearance and exudes a classical atmosphere.

Before entering the hotel, Luke gave the co-pilot's paper bag with leather shoes to a homeless man on the street.

The homeless man opened the "gift" with a surprised look on his face, and found that it was a pair of extremely beautiful leather shoes.

Luke didn't care about this. He was afraid of leaving clues when he wore those customized leather shoes, which were of no value at all.

He wouldn't have bought a pair first if it wasn't for the sake of talking to the female clerk.

After driving into the hotel parking lot, he asked the front desk and found a banquet hall.

A fashion show is being held here, and it belongs to the lesser-known fashion designer Alexander McCartrey.

Looking at a security guard standing at the entrance of the banquet hall, Luke scratched his head a little.

He has no invitation.

This kind of small conference will send out invitations in advance, and the number of people will not be large.

He can't go up and knock out the security guard. It's their duty, not a bad guy.

Turning his eyes, Luke suddenly reached out his hand and stopped the two children who were walking by: "Children, do you feel a little urge to pee now? Go to the uncle and ask where the toilet is."