Russell knocked Michael down with a knife. Serena's eyelids moved slightly when she saw this, and she ran towards the other side of the tunnel the moment Michael fell to the ground.
However, as soon as she ran ten meters away, she was blocked by Amelia holding a sword.
The individual strength of the vampire family depends not only on the purity of their own blood and hard training day and night, but the most decisive factor is age.
Serena has both talent and hard work. Her strength is among the best among the Death Walkers, better than most of her kind.
But compared to Amelia, who has lived for fourteen centuries and has a purer bloodline, Serena, who is over 600 years old, is still too young. Their strength is so different that she has no chance of winning, not at all.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Serena fired three shots, turned around and rushed towards Russell. She could see that Amelia valued Russell and was prepared to hijack him as a bargaining chip in negotiations.
If Serena saw the ridicule on Amelia's face, she would definitely think twice before acting, but it was too late. When she threw herself in front of Russell, a cluster of electric arcs bloomed in front of her eyes.
Crackling!
The Moon Goddess twitched and fell to the ground, like a dehydrated fish, flopping on the ground for a few times before losing strength.
Russell drew a tube of blood from the werewolf and put it into the space ring. Then he took out a marker and a piece of paper, wrote three lines of words, and threw it on the ground.
"Dear werewolf leader Lucien, I have the person you want. At 2 o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, we will meet for tea at..."
"PS: Please come alone!"
The markers were obtained from a 24-hour store and were not sold as gifts. It was strange why a place like that would give away office stationery.
Russell didn't understand it very well, and he didn't delve into it. People in the city always have some clever ideas and tricks. Don't ask why at this time, or you will be looked down upon.
You can resolve the embarrassment of not knowing anything by showing an experienced smile like "I've tried it before, and it works fine."
"Lucian..." Amelia frowned when she saw the name on the note: "Why Lucian? He has been dead for six hundred years."
"Who said that?" Russell sneered.
"It was Klein, he killed it with his own hands..."
Amelia was stunned, but she quickly reacted and gritted her teeth and said, "That bastard Klein, he betrayed us!"
"Haha, this is what Victor should worry about. Why are you excited?"
Russell put Serena on his shoulders, raised his hand and pointed to the ground, indicating that the other prisoner should be handed over to Amelia.
Amelia did not move, staring at Russell with doubtful eyes, her pupils gradually turned blue, and her fangs slightly opened: "Give me a reason, how do you know this?"
When he was in Los Angeles, Russell once said that he knew very little about vampires and werewolves, but now, he knew secrets that even Amelia didn't know.
"It's a long story..."
"I have plenty of time, you can speak slowly."
"The Lord told me so!"
Russell held up his chest and raised his head with a look of pride on his face. He raised the cross necklace on his chest. Jesus, who was wearing a thorn on his head, looked miserable.
"Remember, you owe me an explanation!"
Amelia stared at Russell for half a minute, exited the vampire state, snorted coldly, grabbed Michael's ankle, and dragged him towards the way he came.
"Amelia, be gentle, he will die if you are so rough." The back of Michael's head hit the ground, making Russell feel pain for him.
"What does his life and death have to do with me?"
"Do you dare to make a bet? If he dies, the person who regrets it the most will be you."
Amelia was doubtful, so she picked up Michael's collar instead: "Who is he?"
…
In a single-family villa on the outskirts of the city, Michael woke up from a coma with a dull pain in the back of his head. He raised his hand to check the injury, but found that he could not move.
He was fixed on a square metal torture chair, and his hands, feet, chest, abdomen, and neck were all tied with iron hoops. On the high wall directly in front of him, a round window poured in the dim moonlight, allowing him to endure I can't help but think of the fantasy movies I've watched.
Like vivisection or something like that!
"Help, Help me! Is anyone there?"
"I would never yell if I were you."
A cold voice sounded, allowing Michael to calm down. His eyes adjusted to the dimness in the room, and he saw Serena in the same style opposite. She was fixed on a metal chair, and her blue eyes were full of coldness.
Snap!
The lights were bright, the door was pushed open, and Russell walked in wearing a black robe, followed by Amelia in a black evening gown. In the darkness, her skin was so white that it glowed.
She is a beauty with cool temperament and extraordinary appearance, but the queen's aura is too strong. Michael looked away after just two glances. He prefers royal sisters like Serena.
"Who are you, and why do you want to arrest us?"
"Please don't worry. We have no ill intentions. We invited you here for protection purposes, because your situation is very dangerous."
Russell said with a smile and raised his hand to put on rubber gloves. This action made Michael's eyelids twitch wildly as a doctor.
"Michael, I'm sorry to tell you that you have been involved in the war between werewolves and vampires. The two werewolves today are going for you. Without my help, you would have been sucked into a mummy, so you should be worried grateful."
Russell pushed a metal car away and lifted up the white cloth, which was filled with torture instruments, including scissors, hooks, scalpels, electric drills, steel nails, needle-nose pliers, etc.
Although they are small items, they are enough to make people’s scalp tingle!
Gudu!
Michael swallowed subconsciously, faced Russell's specious smile, and smiled coquettishly: "If that's the case, why do you have to tie me up?"
"For your safety!"
Russell picked at the metal cart, picked up a syringe, and drew a tube of blood from Michael's neck.
He walked to the test stand nearby, centrifuged Michael's blood components, extracted the red blood cell suspension, then took out a tube of werewolf blood, and also separated the components.
Now, all that's left is a dose of vampire blood.
"Amelia, give me some of your blood."
After Russell finished speaking, seeing no response from Amelia, he shrugged and walked towards Serena.
Just as Russell pulled out the needle, held Serena's chin, and was about to draw a tube of blood, Serena turned her head sharply, opened her blood-sucking fangs and bit his wrist.
Click!
Serena almost broke her teeth with one bite, and looked into Russell's eyes with murderous intent.
"Tch, I never hit women, why are you forcing me to break the precept?"
Russell put down the needle with a frosty face, turned around and pushed another metal cart.
When Michael saw this, he hurriedly shouted: "Hey, you bastard, you will come at me for everything, bullying women is nothing!"
Russell looked at Michael with a strange look on his face: "Young man, are you sure you want to replace her?"
"Yes, you can put any torture on me, as long as you don't hurt her."
Michael's words were tough, but his hands and feet were shaking like sieves, but he had no regrets. He was willing to suffer for the goddess he fell in love with at first sight.
Serena on the opposite side was quite moved when she heard this, and her eyes softened a lot when she looked at Michael.
Of course, this is based on the fact that Michael is handsome and has a handsome face in line with the aesthetics of a vampire. If he is replaced by a middle-aged, bald, greasy uncle, Serena promises not to frown.
The next second, when Russell lifted the white cloth, the tenderness in Serena's eyes disappeared, and her whole person felt bad.
Russell picked at the metal car, picked up an indescribable prop, and pressed the power button.
Buzz! ! !
"Michael, are you ready?"
Michael: (￣△￣；)
