Chapter 387 Try and Help!

"Ivy Decker, No. 32, Fifth Street."

"Bode-Karoo, the thirteenth ethnic minority area."

"Bernie March, that should be on the bench next to Fifth Avenue Park."

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Gomez held a piece of white paper with half a page written on it, and looked at Dak in front of him in astonishment: "Is this the help I need?"

"That's right!"

Dak used the knife and fork like flying, and cut into pieces the fragrant roasted chicken in front of him until it was golden brown and drizzled with honey. He replied vaguely: "This is already the best question in my mind." He is also a good-tempered guy. If all the people on this list are invited, the matter will be solved with certainty. If there are one or two less, it should be no problem, but there must be at least more than three! "

Dak raised his eyes and glanced at Gomez, and then the butcher, who was fully armed and had a sinister expression: "Don't blame me for not reminding you that it's best not to use violent means, otherwise I will have to do it all over again."

"Especially you, butcher, Bernie, as a beggar, is a bit dirty and smelly. What's wrong with you? You actually shoot directly at others. Please control your temper, otherwise I am not sure whether I will save you next time. !”

Dak stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth and said without raising his head, as if he had anticipated all the actions they would take.

"One more thing. In about two hours, the people from the vampire clan who have received the news should come to the door. If you don't want to be drained of blood, I suggest you act quickly!"

Before the butcher could get angry, what Duck said made the two people's pupils shrink at the same time, and then they hurriedly chose to leave, leaving behind a large number of servants to not only serve Duck, but also to monitor and guard him.

"Britney, please give me a glass of juice!"

After the two left, Duck was still enjoying the sumptuous meal as if he didn't realize it. He burped until he was full, then he leaned back, stroking his belly, snapped his fingers around, and shouted loudly.

The servants around looked at each other, and not long after, a beautiful blonde with a hot body and good looks walked up with a catwalk and a smile on her face, holding a plate in her hand with freshly squeezed juice.

However, judging from his tempting short professional skirt, he is not a servant here.

"Mr. Dark, how do you know that Mr. Gomez asked me to take care of you?"

Britney bowed down, revealing a deep ravine in front of Duck, and asked with a sweet smile.

"Gomez didn't ask you to take care of me, it's just that if something goes wrong, kill me immediately!"

Dak took the juice and drank it in one gulp, but what he said made Britney's hand holding the plate tremble slightly, and then her smile became more charming: "Mr. Dak is joking, you are a distinguished guest of Mr. Gomez, how can I Dare to attack you!"

"You said the same thing last time, and then you kicked me over!"

Dark raised his head, exhaled a mouthful of flavor-filled air, and then turned to look at Britney, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Actually, I also want to tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

Britney's expression remained unchanged, but her palms moved slightly, and the muzzle of the gun held under the tray was aimed at Dak's chest. Dak still put it close to her cheek and exhaled warm breath.

"You have a great figure, and I also like the black one with lace!"

Dak narrowly winked at Britney, then put the empty cup back on the tray, turned around and left, leaving behind Britney whose smile instantly disappeared, her teeth chattering, and she wanted to look directly at her back. Take a shot!

But after turning around, all the expressions on Duck's face immediately disappeared, and an indescribable calm emerged.

"Very good, in this case, Britney won't want to see me for at least half an hour, enough for me to do some more work of checking for omissions and filling in the gaps!"

"Among the five times, this is the best start. I should have thought of it a long time ago. If you want to see the Lord of the Blood, you can't go to Adrien or Adolf. Both of these guys are... Eating people without spitting out bones will not reveal my existence at all. Even if they succeed, they will only deal with me secretly!"

"At this point in time, the only powerful existence I have the opportunity to come into contact with is this mysterious Lord of the Blood Tribe, the demigod who is about to break through. This is also my only chance!"

"The Immortal Adeli, the Blessed One Lund, and the Dark Lord Kuang, etc., I have tried all these existences. Although I can find the place where they are sleeping or sealed, they all have strong guarding power. The most deceptive thing is the abyss' giant mouth Motika. He died inexplicably before he even got close, which was a waste of time! "

"But this Lord of the Blood Clan is too mysterious. Not many people know about his deeds now or in the future. Some people even suspect that the Queen of the Blood Clan is actually the Lord of the Blood Clan. Fortunately, compared to other existences, I already have A very good entry point, because this Lord of the Blood Race will soon "

No. 32, Fifth Street.

Standing in front of the mottled and dilapidated door, Gomez stood straight and tall. The butcher next to him no longer looked fully armed, but put on a set of casual clothes, but he still didn't look like a good guy.

Especially when it was late at night and they were still standing in front of someone else's house.

"Do you really believe what that madman says?"

The butcher frowned and looked at Gomez, whose hair was shiny with oil. A bit of absurdity flashed in his eyes. Just because of a madman's words, they actually went half way around the imperial capital in the middle of the night to knock on a widow's door.

"Why not? Although he looks like a lunatic, he saved our lives, didn't he?"

Gomez showed a standard smile on his face, then took a step forward and pressed the doorbell.

Ding Dong!

The doorbell sounded particularly distant in the silent night. Gomez heard the movement inside immediately, as if the owner had not fallen asleep, and then heavy footsteps sounded, and a hoarse female voice came from inside:

"Who is it?"

"Mrs. Ivy, we have no ill intentions, we just come to ask for your help!"

Gomez got straight to the point and felt a cold gaze looking at him through the cat's eye. He immediately felt the hair on his back stand up, and the butcher beside him pressed his waist like a conditioned reflex and took a half step back.

"I'm just an old woman. There's nothing I can do for you. Go away!"

After a while, the hoarse and turbid voice reappeared, but it was a direct order to expel the two. Gomez was not surprised by this result. If the other party really agreed to knock on the door in the middle of the night, he would be surprised.

"Mrs. Ivy, we know you have a son. She is very ill. All doctors say that he is hopeless, but they are wrong. We can save him!"

Whisper! Whisper!

Instantly, the two heard heavy panting coming from the door, as if it was not a person, but an unknown beast, which made people feel a little numb in their scalps.

Creaky!

Then, the closed door was gently opened. In the dim light, an old woman turned around and walked in, leaving only a slightly bloated back to the two.

"Come in, I hope you didn't lie to me!"

Looking at the obvious footprints on the ground, even the experienced butcher couldn't help but swallow his saliva, but Gomez didn't hesitate, and even the smile on his face didn't change, and he walked in.

"Madam, honesty is a good quality, and I have it."