London time · 3:36 am.
On the busy street outside the Christmas Cheese Bar, the cold rain could not dampen the fighting enthusiasm of the blood nobles.
The dark red long table booths were crowded with people, and the thugs who lived and slept on the street were considered minions. According to the writing of "Kong Yiji"-the bartender and waiters stood behind the long and narrow Quchi counter. Going to the second floor, there are blood nobles wearing long gowns and formal wear.
The story begins with a pair of brothers.
The older man's name was Hendel Turalyon.
The younger one is called Leman Turalyon.
One of the brothers lives in the Queen's Parish, and the other lives in the Brotherhood of the Blood Hand.
My brother is a dentist and my brother is a bass player.
Neither of them is a vampire, and they occasionally take on dirty work from nobles as a living allowance.
The so-called dirty work is nothing more than intimidation, extortion, and kidnapping.
Although they belong to different parishes, the two brothers can be regarded as two watermelons growing on the same vine.
Brother Hendele earns a high salary in Queens Parish and occasionally works part-time as a referee for football matches.
His younger brother Riemann took away all the family inheritance. They were not short of money, but they were short of fun.
To this day, I have great fun——
——The two brothers met at a long table in the bar street.
Nostalgia is a letter of authorization written in pounds one by one.
The older brother is on the Red Queen's end, and the younger brother is on the Brotherhood end.
The three blood nobles talked about the division of territory on the second floor, and their faces turned red - just like a piece of beef shank in Tom and Jerry using three brush strokes.
The food stalls and drink cabinets on the first floor were crowded with people.
From the street entrance to the end of the street, there were almost hundreds of young people carrying murderous weapons.
There was a diverse mix of guys at the long table.
Hockey sticks, golf clubs.
A hammer from the hardware store or a thick spine knife from the butchery.
As you can imagine, all the murder weapons that ordinary people can get their hands on can be found here.
People gathered in small groups, waiting for the start signal from the second floor.
The consuls of the different dioceses spoke to the little men of the group about the bounties on heads.
In this civilized society, people do not need to use the ear piece method of the barbaric era, nor do they need to bring back the enemy's heads or teeth as trophies - the heroic fighting postures of these ordinary people working for the vampire gangs will be recorded by cameras. This video Maybe even send it to dark web auction.
The family members of the blood nobles were leaning against the window sill on the second floor, playing poker in front of the large round table. Occasionally, a waiter would bring a large iron plate containing number plates for different table numbers.
——As we all know, there is a traditional bad habit of betting on horse racing in Hong Kong. This ritual of obtaining huge wealth is inseparable from the words and deeds of the British Concession.
The things in these iron plates are the "horses" in the table number, and one person at the table counts as one horse.
The nobles are not only inside the casino, but also outside the casino. If there is a good horse that comes out on top, it must be included in the team of the blood clan. If it can gain the favor of the blessed blood, the matron of the parish will hold a blood ceremony for the warrior.
Compared to the minecart competition at the Mimir Hot Spring Market, the Blood Nobles are very disciplined and civilized.
They did not allow their subordinates to bring firearms into the venue. They had cooperated with the Commonwealth police internally and externally to draw up a hunting ground early, and paid enough protection fees. There were also many righteous and awe-inspiring police officers who occasionally participated in this horse race after get off work. .
For the nobles on the second floor——
——How to distribute the territory in London, and who owns the blood pool, these are not something they can fight for themselves.
"After all, adults' clothes are very expensive." Hendele's brother covered his cell phone with a stern look on his face, and called his brother privately: "They won't do it themselves."
"Brother, what should we do later?" Boy Riemann covered his forehead and squeezed among a bunch of punks, feeling at a loss. "A fight is really going to start? What should I do? I can't swing a stick at you. Can't do it."
Hendele ruffled his black hair, looked across the street, found his younger brother among the dense crowd of people, and then said: "This is our first time to participate in this kind of ceremony. It's a rare opportunity..."
Riemann's breathing also became rapid: "Yes... Marseilles like this have not been held for a long, long time."
Hendele: "Thanks to the Red Queen's godfather and godmother dying early, otherwise we would never have the chance to enter the social circle of nobles in this life."
Riemann: "But brother, let alone the first-class horse, can we really become the first-class horse?"
Hendele: "Are you scared?"
Riemann: "No, I'm not afraid... I just don't want one of us to become a dead horse."
Hendele: "I have prepared a secret weapon."
Riemann: "What is it?"
About twenty meters away, from under the long table booth on the west side street, a strong Doberman pinscher emerged from the bright red tablecloth. Its dog leash was hung on Dr. Hendele's wrist. superior.
"Hmph..." Brother Hendele said proudly, "The consul only said that you are not allowed to bring firearms, but he did not say that you are not allowed to bring pets or hounds. With it, at least no one dares to take the initiative to trouble me. It is my protector." Talisman of destiny.”
Riemann was so jealous that he deformed: "Brother! You are so despicable! You are a doctor who extracts teeth and treats people - do you train hounds after get off work? Give a killing order to such a beast?"
Hendele frowned coldly and said, "Stupid brother! I gave up all my family property and asked you to play music and pursue your ideals - you accepted this love, and now you have to repay the favor, no matter what. , I ask you to work for me in the Blood Hand Brotherhood camp and send the heads of several bands around you to my baseball bat."
"Impossible!" Riemann cursed: "Fuck you...fuck you! You actually want me to sell my soul? Music is my life! How could I betray these partners so casually?! Brother! Don’t hurt my heart again!”
"Then what are you going to do? I can hire the most powerful lawyer in the UK to sue you for the distribution rights of your parents' property." Hendele squinted, scratched the Doberman's fat chin, and talked with Twenty The twin brother Domi away talks about terms: "With just one word from me, I can turn you into a pauper. This is what you owe me."
"You...you!" Riemann broke out in cold sweat, with murderous intent in his eyes: "You!"
Hendele's tone was cold: "Do you want to kill me? Kill my brother? Like we sent our parents to the cemetery? Kill me reasonably and legally? You have been facing the physical education teacher's tight body since you were thirteen. Drooling in sweatpants, you are a filthy, nasty bitch - you begged me to help you fake your transcript, avoid your father's stick, avoid your mother's scolding, and finally conspired with me because you had no money. Kill them."
Riemann: "Shut up..."
Hendele: "I've done everything for you, brother. This is the only thing I ask of you as a brother."
Riemann gritted his teeth: "You son of a bitch, you talk so nice, you are just like me, a guy who is so bad that he oozes pus - for a moment, I really thought that you were doing it for my own good. I thought it was another me. But today, I finally understand..."
Right now, right now.
A tall and mighty young man sat across the table from Riemann boy.
Ah Xing just asked the consul for a glass of whiskey, a cheap and delicious Iron Knight.
The yellow liquid is paired with two cubes of ice. For less than ten pounds, you can buy a large bottle of 700 ml.
The consul also talked to Bu Liuxing before leaving.
"Are you sure you are an adult?"
Axing took away the bottle and replied with a smile: "I just came of age! Just be at ease!"
The consul could not recognize this unfamiliar face. He only knew that the gangsters of the Blood Hand Brotherhood were transferred from round to round. These punk rebels usually did not last long in their criminal careers. Occasionally, they had the cleverness to become bigger, stronger, more capable and more capable. Hell, usually after making a fortune, they immediately go to Italy to retire.
The consul had seen many young people like Bu Liuxing and didn't pay much attention to them.
It was just that he was wearing a black coat with a hood, and he only held a shining silver cane in his hand.
This appearance made the consul almost mistakenly think that Meteor was sitting at the wrong table. Perhaps this young gentleman should go to the Red Queen Parish to report——
——He should be in the building, he shouldn't be at the bottom.
When Meteor picked up a bottle of wine, he casually found a seat and sat down next to Riemann.
He listened to the conversation between the two brothers, and became more and more angry. He saw that the rose red stone in his hood was about to emit sparks.
"Is your brother treating you like this?"
Riemann covered the microphone, looking panicked.
If his punk bandmates knew that he had a brother who was struggling to make a living in Red Queen Parish, these rebellious boys would never play music with him again.
After all, what punks hate most are goths who follow the rules.
In other words, these musicians like the vampires very much, but hate the nobles——
——Especially the weirdo who has not yet become a vampire, wears long clothes, carries a cane, practices retro fashion in the Red Queen District, and speaks in an elegant manner.
Riemann: "Keep your voice down!"
Bu Liuxing's voice became louder and louder: "What's wrong? What's wrong?! What's wrong?! Your brother wants you to be a traitor to our Blood Hand Brotherhood! Can't you say this kind of thing? Is it shameful to say it? Something?"
Riemann's face turned pale in an instant.
The sound of Meteor was as loud as thunder, and it was impossible to cover the microphone with just my hands.
Doctor Hendele's expression across the street became very exciting, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
All in all - it's embarrassing, huge fucking embarrassing.
There is no need for a mobile phone to convey these words. The noise of raindrops hitting the plastic shed can't cover up Ah Xing's yelling.
I saw this weird oriental man who was flamboyant and exaggerated, as if he was performing an opera.
"Brothers of the fraternity! There is a traitor here! He plans to betray his friends for glory and give a few heads to his brother. How can you tolerate such a person? I smell disgusting just sitting next to him ! It stinks!"
Meteor covered his nose and acted coyly. He immediately stood up and rushed to the center of the avenue with the wine in hand.
The musicians at the same table all looked at the Riemann boy, their eyes full of suspicion.
"No...he didn't say that! No!" Riemann wanted to explain, but had no chance.
Many people had already stood up following Ah Xing in the streets on the west side, wanting to gather around and ask questions.
Bu Meteor walked in the rain, the Iron Knight cane left dents on the blue bricks of the pedestrian street, and the Iron Knight wine bottle in his hand showed a golden color.
He held his head high and marched in front of the Red Queen parish.
"Hendrel Turalyon! How dare you insult this sacred ceremony? Look at you, you are neither a human nor a ghost! Are the people at your table like you? You want to use money to kidnap your own brother, called Did he betray his friends? Don't you ever memorize the Crazy Butterfly Bible? During the initiation ceremony, you completely forgot about friendship and doctrine?"
He pointed at them one by one and filled up his taunting skills.
"Every suit and dress you wear is more expensive than the last. Do you think that wearing expensive things will make you a noble? We, the Blood Hand Brotherhood, are going to occupy Buckingham Palace in three days. We will even remove the life-support tube from your vegetative state, the Red Queen. Ouch!"
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The three-party talks on the second floor have just ended.
Diplomats from three different dioceses and their relatives, like a harmonious family, are still drawing different lines on the satellite map of London, using elegant letters to sarcastically say some harsh words and swear words with British cold humor. .
But the noise coming from the first floor disturbed the diplomats' minds.
They felt extremely anxious, as if there was a passionate and exciting spiritual pressure bursting out from the wine cellar containers downstairs.
"Why is it so noisy?"
"what happened?"
"They are already fighting? No! The game hasn't started yet! We haven't negotiated the odds yet! How can we make money without odds?"
The consul hurried from the first floor to the second floor, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and talked to the nobles about their difficulties and reasons.
"I'm sorry to make you laugh, but the thing is like this... There are a pair of brothers in our two factions. They have agreed to use some tricks in Marseille."
Wait until the consul explained the whole story clearly, especially when the brothers' little trick was exposed in front of people.
The blood nobles finally understood where the passionate shouts from the group downstairs came from.
But it would take at least three minutes to explain these words clearly.
These three minutes are enough for Ah Xing to do many, many things——
——His fate with the two Turalyon brothers was over, and his innocent and romantic face was replaced by an angry and stern expression.
He pointed at people on both sides of the street and drank all 700 ml of wine in one breath.
"Brothers, why do we shed our blood for the Red Queen and the Brotherhood?"
"It's nothing more than three things, holy blood, social status, and money."
"These two brothers worked so hard to use such a dirty trick in Marseille. I'm afraid this game is also dirty! The big shots sitting on the second floor have already chosen the champion, and we are just working in vain! "
"No way? No one really thinks that with a knife and a bat in his hand, and a little bit of ruthlessness, he can become a member of the upper class? Has he become a ghost among the blood nobles?"
A deathly silence shrouded this old street with a history of more than 400 years.
Riemann was beaten black and blue by his companions at the same table.
Facing the disdainful looks of his companions, Dr. Hendele just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. Several times before and after, he almost couldn't hold the dog leash under this turbulent and terrifying pressure.
The Doberman seemed to feel his owner's embarrassment, bared his teeth at the shooting star and barked loudly.
The sudden barking disturbed the leisure and elegance of the nobles on the second floor. The diplomats' wives were still playing cards. The cards trembled with the barking of the hounds. The ladies frowned and looked under the window sill, and immediately picked up their pistols - —
——Four dazzling gun flames lit up from the second floor.
More than a hundred bullets were sprayed on the Doberman Pinscher, and the body was whipped repeatedly without mercy.
Dr. Hendele repeatedly gave way, and he and his companions at the same table rolled and crawled awkwardly on the wet masonry pavement, falling until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, but they finally managed to survive.
Now the fun is great——
——The sound of heavy breathing could still be heard.
The cold gun flame extinguished all people's delusions.
"Keep quiet." The consul stood in the rain with a solemn expression and pointed rudely at Meteor's nose: "Who do you think you are? If you dare to talk nonsense again, this dog will not be the only one to die on the street! Understand. ?"
Meteor gritted his teeth: "I don't understand!"
The consul's eyes were filled with blood: "Are you looking for death?"
Meteor was so angry that he grabbed the consul's lapel lining with one hand: "I don't understand? What did it do wrong? What did this dog do wrong?"
The big-eyed young man from the East pouted in grievance. He pointed at the big Doberman Pinscher in the rain, which had turned into a steaming corpse. The heavy metal content definitely exceeded the legal limit.
"It just barked a few times! It just wanted to protect its owner! It loyally carried out your orders again and again! Just for a few pieces of meat! A few banknotes!"
"It just wants you to treat it as a human being!"
"But just because some vampire bitches upstairs are playing cards, does it have to die?"
"You beasts! Are you going to shoot me more than a hundred times like you killed it?"
The consul was stunned. He had no idea where this strange kid's anger came from.
It was just that the opponent's arms and wrists were tightly strangling his throat. Even if he was a vampire, under the strong arm wrapped in black and gold clothes, he began to make a terrifying noise of cracking bones.
"You... vomit..."
There is fire in Bu Liuxing's eyes——
"——The most important thing is! The most critical thing is!"
The consul was speechless and had to shake the summons bell from inside his clothes.
The attendant came in response to the call and wanted to step forward and open Bu Liuxing's arm, but when his fleshy palm came into contact with the broad arm, the sharp rifling drew gurgling blood.
"The most intolerable thing for me is!" Bu Liuxing broke the blood-sucking monster's neck: "You actually made my dearest waiter cry!"
At this moment——
——Dr. Hendele felt incredible.
Next to the body of the Doberman hound, squatted an oriental beauty.
The girl held the pieces of meat and tried to piece the body together again and again.
Her face was full of tears and her expression was miserable, as if a bullet had hit her body.
3301's heart is about to break. It's not easy to see a big, kind-faced dog in a foreign country. Maybe he can wake up his ancient memory with his wolf howl, and chat about home affairs in a different language.
Just when she leaned forward to touch the restless inner world of the hound, the ruthless rain of bullets turned the loyal hound into more than thirty pieces of steaming dog meat.
To use a wonderful metaphor, it's like you saw an innocent, helpless, fierce and lovely little girl on the roadside, and she died in front of you, in front of hundreds of people, in the jurisdiction of the Commonwealth Police, and was Four guns and eight magazines were beaten into a pile of minced meat.
The vampire consul's neck was broken, but he was still alive.
Just destroying the movement center is not enough——
——These bat-shaped monsters have extremely strong vitality.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, the meaning is completely different.
This is not a fair and open weapon-fighting competition, but a weird ritual that will bleed and kill people, and even the Vampires will personally go out and shoot to kill.
Almost everyone was chewing on the implication of Bu Liuxing's words.
Are they not dogs?
For the big shots wearing long gowns and gowns on the second floor——
——Perhaps as long as the muzzle is moved, no matter how high the horse is, it will be turned into fragrant horse meat on the table. The nobles will also dislike the fact that horse meat is rough and difficult to chew and not as delicious as the blood of a girl.
In the cold rainy night, there was only a dark thunder.
"Wringing your neck won't kill you, right?!"
Bu Liuxing suddenly picked up the decapitated blood bat.
"I learned a trick from Teacher Victor! It's an excellent cold treatment method for the spine!"
The glittering golden butterfly suddenly jumped up——
——A deep pit shaped like a dreamcatcher was left on the ground.
"You have to hold on!"
At this moment, Ah Xing recalled in his mind the execution technique that Teacher Victor taught by words and deeds. It was the stunt that Wen Bucai used when he first dealt with David Victor. Because the method was too cruel, Teacher David learned this technique—— Later, Wen Bucai changed the name of this trick to "The Devil Never Cries". Why is it so evil? Because the literal translation of [David]'s real name is [Devil (Devil)], maybe every time he thinks of this trick, Teacher Victor will feel a pinch in his heart and a sore nose.
The dignitaries on the second floor on the West Street side saw a human-shaped cannonball holding the consul's bat body and smashing the guardrail. It flew and threw him - and suddenly hit the ground on the second floor.
The blood was like a fountain, dyeing the satellite map of London red.
The three diplomats still didn't understand what happened, but they felt a little more hot saliva on their faces.
The radiating blood left a strange pattern on the carpet that resembled a warrior drawing a sword - it was sprayed from the blood vessels in the neck, and the pattern depicted under the different pressures of blood pressure in the veins and arteries, which destroyed the keel of the spine with extremely high efficiency. Accurate and super talented.
The blood noble lady who was close to her had her face covered in blood from the scattered bone fragments, and was disfigured on the spot.
The vampire woman who was far away fired while approaching the invulnerable strong young man, and finally stepped forward quickly——
——A fierce punch.
Ah Xing's body was knocked crooked, and he was beaten so hard by the huge power of the bat spirit that stars appeared in his eyes. Even the wolf-head mask fell off and closed smoothly. Blood-red eyes lit up from the dark hood, and the rose stone was revealed to pass to the dead. The third eye.
——A Xing stood firm and returned a fair and just punch.
Seeing this beautiful and sexy girl's head spinning around for more than ten times, she finally stopped. She was not completely dead yet!
——A Xing followed up with a second punch that bullied others and showed no grace at all.
The fist blast bursting from the skull was like hot lava, spilling on the table of the Quchi counter on the second floor, changing the body temperature of this cold-blooded animal from 20 degrees back to 37 degrees.
I saw this terrifying golden-masked kobold lifting the iron knight's warhammer again, whipping the demon's corpse.
The diplomats finally wiped the blood from their faces. They happened to see the fake werewolf take out the summons bell from his backpack.
A "ding" sound.
An equally huge real werewolf wearing Morpho Iron Clothes fell from the ceiling.
The blood bats fired their guns, and their facial features instantly distorted as they screamed.
The onlookers on the first floor had already started to flee, and some good-hearted people were ready to watch the excitement and have fun, but they were immediately smashed into meat patties by the bat corpses flying down from the second floor.
There is no harsh words about gambling.
There are no gangster code words.
There was only the sound of gunfire and the sound of rain.
There are cries of devils.
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