Chapter 120 Night Walker Werewolf Sustainable Glory

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Leon, who had actually witnessed the scene in front of him, could not help but show an expression of shock, no matter how mentally prepared he was.

And the pungent smell of blood that permeated the place made him feel deeply uncomfortable.

The lighting is dim, the space is spacious, and the double-layer hollow structure of the bath area is used. The decoration materials used can be described as extremely luxurious. Floor tiles, wall tiles, load-bearing stone columns, stone bridge arches, etc. are all inlaid with gems and gold threads. Carrara marble.

The bathtub was separated from the corridor areas on both sides by dark red silk curtains. Combined with the dazzling lights and the graceful dancing postures of the girls, Lyon felt a kind of corruption and depravity inside.

"Ouch! Hahaha!"

"Don't stop! Keep going or I'll chew your head in!"

Several large werewolves were gathered on the dining table and sofa on both sides of the bath.

While they were drinking cool wine and tasting fresh raw meat, they were "enjoying" with men and women who were equally naked.

But the men and women responsible for serving the werewolves were wearing shackles and chains, their skin was covered with bruises, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably. They were obviously forced to stay here to "work."

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Leon frowned slightly, and he had the idea to give Mike a signal now and let the ARS team go directly to deal with all the miscellaneous things.

But before finding the "person" in charge here, Leon had to apologize in his heart.

At this moment;

"Hehe~ Come on~ Come on~"

"Ah~what a delicious body~"

The "women" in the bathhouse swam aside one after another, waving their slender, white arms, tempting Leon to join in the bloody water and play with "them".

"It seems that Mr. Verster is quite popular." The receptionist covered her mouth with a smile and continued:

"I should be the one to provide you with comprehensive services, sir. However, you can also choose any one of them, or both."

"Service. Uh. 伱, what exactly is this place? Are those guys werewolves?"

Leon tried his best to lower his voice, and his voice trembled slightly, acting like he was frightened by the sight in front of him.

"That's right." The receptionist slowed down his pace and walked side by side with Leon while also getting close to Leon's neck:

"To be honest, Mr. Verster is so delicious that I want to serve you right now."

After speaking, the receptionist opened his mouth slightly and showed two pairs of sharp fangs to Leon.

The fangs are located between the incisors of the upper and lower jaws. They have small holes at the tips and look like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

But Leon instinctively believed that the two pairs of fangs were not used to inject venom, but instead seemed to be used to suck the blood of prey.

vampire? ?

The surprise in my heart was fleeting, and then

"You! You are.Yes.!!!"

Then, Leon looked extremely frightened and retreated, staggering and almost falling into a pool of blood.

"Haha~ Yes, I am Nightcrawler, and I am also what humans call a vampire. Okay, sir, follow me quickly."

The receptionist seemed to like Leon's performance at the moment and moved on contentedly.

"Wait for me!"

And Leon also quickened his pace, "for fear" of losing it.

But in fact, when the receptionist came closer, he restrained his instinct to fight back, and then acted frightened.

After all, Leon was one of the first investigators to receive an injection of nanobots.

After completing the injection and experiencing nearly three days of coma, the nanorobot successfully "wrote" the genetic information carried by the 24th pair of chromosomes into the original genes. This not only greatly improved Leon's physical fitness, but also Avoid the fate of other species.

The current Leon, together with Mike who is responsible for supporting outside, are "super human beings" in the true sense, not the super scum of Walter, or the mutants like the Fallen.

Looking at the blood pool side;

"It's so delicious. Give me a sip and I'll be satisfied."

"Hey, Vanisia got a bargain."

"Shouldn't human beings be polluted by various industrializations? How can there be such delicious things?"

After seeing Leon walk away, a group of "women", or a group of female vampires, all showed expressions of disappointment and regret, regretting why they only thought about having fun, otherwise the receptionist who led and "served" Leon would be among them. one.

At this time, Leon didn't notice what the female vampire was thinking. He had followed the receptionist out of the bath area and arrived at a relatively spacious transit area.

There were many rooms with closed stone doors, and the various movements and sounds coming from the rooms made Leon realize that this was a more "extreme" place.

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Leon took a breath, tried hard to resist the urge to break the receptionist's neck, and asked with a confused look:

"What on earth is this place? Also, you say you are a vampire, but why can you coexist peacefully with werewolves? Shouldn't your two races kill each other and hate each other?"

"This is just a made-up story. Our two races have a common ancestor. Although we cannot exchange blood to produce stronger offspring, there is no need to kill each other."

Having said this, the receptionist stopped and turned around, swung his left hand towards a room with an open stone door, smiled at Leon and said:

"The Twilight Bar is a place that provides entertainment for us nightwalkers and the werewolf tribe. It is also one of the places to accept new people. So, Mr. Verster, you can accept the transformation now and become a nightwalker like me."

"Nightwalker, vampire, please tell me by your name that you will never see the sun again. What good does this do to me?" Leon resolutely chose to refuse.

After hearing these words, the female receptionist put down her left hand and listed them one by one:

"Immortality, eternal youth, extraordinary strength, no disease, rapid healing, these are the most basic changes, and as you grow older, you can even become one with the night, becoming invisible to ordinary humans. Only Those damn surveillance cameras can detect it, how about it? Are you a little excited, sir?"

"I prefer lying on the beach and sunbathing, forget it." Leon still insisted on his choice and asked:

"What about werewolves? I think werewolves are pretty good too."

"Werewolves." The receptionist's eyes showed a hint of disgust, "They can also walk in the daylight. They are far inferior to us night walkers in all aspects. Are you sure you want to transform into a werewolf? Sir."

"I didn't say I was going to change now. By the way, apart from what you said, aren't there any more services?" Leon seemed not satisfied with this.

After hearing these words, the receptionist's eyes finally lost their disgust.

It seems that although they will not kill each other with werewolves and still maintain relative etiquette and friendliness, they can't say they like each other much. What's more, the negligence of werewolves has almost completely exposed the two races on the Internet.

"Yes, there is, but it must be interviewed by the store manager, and it will cost more cash. Are you sure?"

"Sure, I've already spent 800,000. How can I not ask clearly?" Leon spread his hands.

"Well, then please follow me, sir."

Leon followed the receptionist and took the elevator to the deeper underground "palace".

The style here is completely different from the area above. Although the lights are brighter and the decoration is equally exquisite, when Lyon crossed the elevated covered bridge, he saw that there were hundreds of underground cages on both sides.

Humanity.

Due to being unable to bathe in natural light for a long time, the skin of the people imprisoned here is pale in color, but in terms of physique, they are still in good health.

This also directly shows that the vampires and werewolves who manage the Twilight Bar know the importance of "reuse".

In order to prevent the people detained here from osteoporosis and depression, adequate nutrition and vitamins must be provided, especially vitamin D, which can only be obtained through sunlight or specific foods.

And depressed.

Leon walked to the edge of the covered bridge and looked down, only to find that everyone was in a state of half-asleep and half-awake, some even smiling, completely unaware of their situation.

"We used propofol, sir." The receptionist who stood aside explained:

"The eating habits of the werewolves are not much different from humans, except that they have a special preference for fresh raw meat, but we night crawlers must draw fresh blood, preferably human blood, to meet our caloric and nutritional needs.

Sir, maybe you have heard that if pigs, cows, and sheep know that they are about to be killed, the texture and taste of the meat will drop sharply due to stress reactions. Therefore, in order to ensure the quality of the meat, the slaughterhouse needs to Carry out slaughtering in a quick and painless way.

This phenomenon is common among most species, and humans are no exception. If humans realize that they are being raised as livestock, then the blood and meat will become fishy, ​​uh, no! Just thinking about it makes me sick, I can't stand the smell.

So we used propofol to prepare a special hallucinogen to keep the humans here falling asleep, thus retaining the delicious taste of the blood. "

After saying that, the receptionist smiled: "I have seen movies or TV series made by humans, depicting us vampires as monsters that randomly suck human blood at night. How is this possible? Sustainable food development is the right way. "

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Lyon's patience is reaching its limits, especially with the word "sustainable development."

"Let's go, sir, we'll be there soon." The receptionist didn't notice anything unusual about Leon, turned around and continued walking forward.

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Leon didn't give any reply, but just followed the other party with a cold expression. While crossing the corridor bridge, he also looked at his left hand and made a "three" motion, signaling Mike who was responding outside to call the ARS team.

Now there was no need for him to hold back any longer, it was time to save the trapped compatriots.

Leon and Mike originally thought that this was just a small gathering place where they could obtain more useful intelligence. At the worst, they would conduct a strong attack and capture a few living werewolves for torture.

However, they never thought that nearly a thousand compatriots were imprisoned here and treated like livestock. How is this behavior different from those of the degenerates? Even more despicable!

As for Lyon choosing to call ARS now, it is because ARS lurking in the dark needs time to mobilize and complete its deployment.

Leave the covered bridge and come to another cell area.

The stench hit his face, making Leon frown.

When he passed the outermost cell, he turned around and saw an extremely skinny "man" who was almost the same as a skeleton, curled up in a corner.

"Don't be surprised, sir." The receptionist walking in front said: "The people imprisoned here are all traitors of our clan and the werewolf clan."

"Traitor? What kind of traitor law." Leon became interested instantly. After all, he was planning to delay as much time as possible for ARS.

"Oh? Are you interested?" The receptionist was stunned, but he didn't hide anything, and told Leon as if he was sharing interesting gossip:

“Forget it if they refuse to eat human flesh or drink human blood, they also claim that werewolves and night walkers are actually subspecies or variants of humans, rather than higher-level human races created by the Lord.

The most important thing is that they tried to cooperate with some humans to carry out the regicide of the Lord. They refused to eat the delicious flesh and blood, insisting on the idea that humans are their own kind. Isn't this funny? You be the judge, sir. "

Hearing this, Leon did not rush to ask the "Lord" for this key information: "I can't comment, don't forget that I am a human being now, but what I am more curious about is, how long did they live before they became like this? "

"I don't remember exactly how long it took." The receptionist thought for a while and then said:

"But most of them are former members of the Roman Legion of Glory (Legio I Adiutrix), at least for more than five hundred years. At that time, our race was just emerging."

More than five hundred years?

Leon was a little surprised, but at the same time he felt a sense of respect for the imprisoned "vampires" and "werewolves". He also obtained a key information point, that is, the history of vampires and werewolves should not exceed six hundred years.

Leaving the cell area, he and the receptionist came to an office with extremely luxurious decorations and appliances.

"Dear Mr. Verster, hello."

As he approached, the female vampire store manager in a gorgeous backless dress sat elegantly behind her desk and asked:

"What services do you need? Do you want Nightcrawlers with nobler bloodlines to assist you in your transformation? Or..."

jingle!

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the ringing of the bell.

"Sorry, I need to answer it first." Seeing this, the store manager first looked at Leon to apologize, then picked up the microphone of the old-fashioned fixed landline phone and put it to his ear, and said angrily:

"What? It's impossible! We bought this land, the Italian government and the army have no rights. What?! Not them?"

Seeing the store manager's expression gradually change from anger to shock, and then confusion, Leon suddenly became furious when he knew that support had arrived.

He quickly stretched out his left arm to strangle the receptionist's neck, grabbed the receptionist's chin with his right hand, and twisted it in the opposite direction.

"Click!"

The sound of fractures that made one's teeth feel sore echoed in the office.