At noon, in Hong Kong Island and Victoria Harbor, the heavy rain that lasted all day and night finally dispersed completely.
In the command center of MI6, Chief Intelligence Analyst Ada is summarizing and analyzing the approved action tracks of the "Blood Wolf" collected throughout the morning.
To sum it up in one sentence, the results are remarkable!
Although the human sea tactic is a bit clumsy and wastes money and people, it is indeed the most effective method in this era without eyes and surveillance.
So far, a total of 29 confirmed sightings have been counted, mostly in high-end hotels or high-end nightclubs.
Ada gently held the frame of the mirror, her voice was fluctuating, and she concluded in an orderly manner:
"It can be seen that the suspect Dyson Wilson is afraid of the sun and never goes out in the daytime. He likes to have fun and pursue quality. He is not only bloodthirsty but also addicted to alcohol, and his favorite is Scotch whiskey."
When he said this, Adaka paused slightly and frowned, as if it was a bit difficult to express the judgment he made with his own hands.
He swallowed secretly, adjusted his breathing, and then continued:
“Judging from the behavioral trajectory of Dyson Wilson, as well as the occurrence of several sightings in the same time period, we can judge it.
The suspect should have the ability to temporarily increase his movement speed without using transportation. It is estimated that the maximum speed can reach 150 yards. "
As soon as Ada finished speaking, there was a burst of inhaling sounds in the command center, and everyone was stunned.
Those present were all elites from the Sixth Division, and there was no Bai Ding at all. They all knew that 150 yards was a very terrifying speed.
Basically, it is the maximum speed of ordinary civilian cars today, and it can only be accelerated in a straight line.
Assuming that the human body can really explode at such a speed, then its corresponding strength and musculoskeletal strength must be terrifying to an unimaginable level.
Needless to say, a complete monster!
Everyone invariably aimed at Du Weiguo, because probably only this man nicknamed the Evil God could deal with such a terrifying monster.
But at this moment, Du Weiguo had a dark face, holding a cigarette in his mouth, smoking silently, not even talking, not even raising his head.
Du Weiguo was currently angry with himself. He had not hesitated to expose the secret of teleportation and teleported directly to the Mandarin Hotel, but he was still a step too late, allowing the cunning bastard Xue Li to escape.
Now that the snake has been alerted, the beast has no choice but to escape into the sewer without losing face. It will definitely be difficult to block it in the future.
Du Weiguo still couldn't figure out that there were so many accurate witness information, but none of them happened near the crime scene, and no one saw a flying humanoid creature.
It can be seen from this that the beast is extremely cunning. It is very cautious when it shows its true form, or when it commits a crime.
Also, logically speaking, Xueli should have been alerted by the police search today and chose to run away when he saw that the situation was not good.
Liang Wenkui was not a loser. During the search, he first sent people to seal the front and back doors of the hotel, as well as the entrance to the basement, and no one was allowed in or out.
During this period, no police officers were attacked, and no suspicious people were seen leaving, so how did it escape? Teleport?
There is also the most critical point, Du Weiguo is puzzled, based on the fierce fighting power shown by the blood beast.
Even if it had been extremely weakened during the day, it would not have been forced into the sewers by a group of ordinary policemen without any resistance.
Strong people are often very proud, and monsters like the Xuelu, who act unscrupulously, are even more arrogant and arrogant.
Damn it, maybe Uncle Jiu and I were wrong. This bastard was afraid of the sun and didn't escape from the sewer?
A paralyzed mess, this guy Xue Li is really difficult to deal with! It is slippery, mysterious, cunning and cruel. The most troublesome thing is that it is invisible and invisible. It cannot touch its body at all and has nowhere to exert its power.
This beast can be regarded as one of the most powerful enemies Du Weiguo has ever encountered since his debut.
When he first came into contact with the bloody case, Du Weiguo was full of confidence, somewhat disapproving, and even had a game mentality.
Unexpectedly, the boat capsized in the gutter and fell hard, even the woman next to him fell into it.
Now that Xiaoqing's body is still cold, Du Weiguo can only be helpless and furious. This long-lost feeling of fatal powerlessness is corroding his bones and burning his heart.
The more Du Weiguo thought about it, the more irritable he became, and his face became more and more ugly. He was as gloomy as water, and the surging evil spirit swirled uncontrollably. The room suddenly felt like a cold wind, like a sky of ice and snow.
"Wesley, you, what are you thinking about?"
Uncle Jiu was sitting next to Du Weiguo, and he felt particularly strongly. The evil spirit came to his body, like a sharp blade, causing pain and chills all over his body.
Unable to bear it anymore, Uncle Jiu could only bite the bullet and push him gently.
"Huh~~"
Du Weiguo suddenly came back to his senses, opened his mouth and exhaled a long breath of turbid air that was as solid as white powder. He suppressed the evil spirit, put out the cigarette butt, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Uncle Jiu, tell me, is it possible that the beast Xue Li didn't escape from the sewer at all?"
Uncle Jiu had just taken a deep breath. Hearing Du Weiguo's question, his heart tightened and he frowned:
"Well, why do you ask so suddenly?"
Du Weiguo smacked his lips and explained patiently:
"Uncle Jiu, think about it, the blood beasts are extremely powerful, how could they be so frightened by Liang Wenkui and a group of military uniforms that he fled or even got into the sewer."
When Uncle Jiu and Du Weiguo just started talking, Lei Na came over cleverly. At this time, she interjected:
“Wesley, there are no other residences within a 150-meter radius near the Oriental Mandarin Hotel.
I sent people to thoroughly search every corner of all the shops within the scope several times to make sure nothing was found. "
50 meters, this was what Du Weiguo and the others had guessed was the limit of the teleportation distance of the blood beast. Reina was cautious and expanded the range to 150 meters for search.
Du Weiguo frowned, thought for a while, and said in a faint tone:
"What if it took advantage of the time difference during the search and teleported repeatedly to avoid the search?"
Uncle Jiu shook his head and rejected this answer:
"Probably not. The magical power of teleportation cannot be completely cost-effective. It shouldn't be able to be used so easily.
On the night Xiao Qing was killed, if this beast could teleport unscrupulously, Xiao Qing would not have been able to escape that far. "
Reina added:
"Even if it wanted to take advantage of the time difference, it was impossible. There was a strong police presence at the scene, and searches of all stores and corners were carried out almost at the same time."
Hearing this, Du Weiguo became irritable again. He vigorously rubbed the green stubble that had just sprouted on his chin, his voice was hoarse and his tone was irritable:
"It went around and around, and then it came back again. If the beast Bloody was really forced into the sewer, what was the inducement?
No matter what, I don't believe that such an arrogant beast would be frightened by Liang Wenkui with a few military uniforms. "
Uncle Jiu's face was also ugly, and he frowned in thought. Reina tentatively put forward a hypothesis:
"Wesley, is there a possibility that it will be severely weakened during the day, abnormally weak, and so weak that it is not even as good as ordinary people?"
Du Weiguo didn't speak immediately. He tapped the armrests of the chair with his fingers. He was silent for a while and then suddenly changed the topic:
"Maybe, by the way, Reina, you replied to that Lancelot message before. Did he reply again? Have you found the source of the radio station?"
Reina was stunned for a moment, then shook her head with a helpless tone:
"There is no reply. As for the source of the radio frequency, we can only initially focus on the Nansha Islands in the Pacific Ocean, but that area is basically no man's land."
Du Weiguo frowned, pondered for a moment, and lightly knocked on the table:
"So, this Lancelot should be on the ship, using the mobile radio to contact you. Reina, you can check based on the distance line and time line."
Reina's eyes were a little wandering, and she glanced at Uncle Jiu without any trace. Secrets at this level cannot be leaked at will. This is a violation of confidentiality rules.
However, Reina only thought for a short moment and said honestly:
"Well, I have checked. There are a total of 7 ships on this route and on this timeline. Among them, 2 will arrive tomorrow.
One ship departing from Kuala Lumpur can basically be ruled out, and the other is the King cargo ship that sailed from Suez and is expected to arrive at Victoria Port at 9:30 tomorrow morning. "
Du Weiguo's expression became a little difficult to understand, and his tone was profound and teasing:
"Freighter? Haha, this Holy Knight of the Round Table really abides by the spirit of chivalry and is quite hardworking and simple. I hope that the glorious knight can really find a way to deal with the blood beast."
Lei Na was so choked by Du Weiguo that she rolled her eyes and was speechless. Uncle Jiu was confused, even though he knew it was confidential, so he should pretend to be stupid.
However, Uncle Ninth was too curious and couldn't bear it: "What kind of Paladin of the Round Table?"
Du Weiguo smacked his lips, ignored Reina's eyes, and replied loudly:
"Uncle Ninth, to be honest, we don't know who this guy is. I guess he is one of your Western colleagues, a monk who specializes in subduing demons."
The next day, at 9:02 a.m., Victoria Harbor, cargo ship terminal.
A new cargo ship slowly docked and dropped its anchor. Du Weiguo, Lei Na, Uncle Jiu, and a large group of elites from the Sixth Division were already waiting at the dock.
On top of the cargo ship, the sampan was slowly lowered, and a tall figure walked down first. This was a middle-aged white man with a solemn expression.
Judging from his age, he is about 50 years old, about 182, with deep and sharp features, chestnut hair, thick beard, and a pair of slender eyes with sparkling light.
This handsome middle-aged man was wearing a dusty waterproof oil-wax windbreaker and carrying a backpack half a man's height. He walked like a dragon and a tiger with an extraordinary bearing.
After the old handsome guy got off the boat, his sharp eyes swept over the people waiting on the shore, and then without hesitation, he walked straight towards Du Weiguo.
His eyes were very sharp and full of aggression. When he met Du Weiguo's eyes, sparks seemed to fly in the air, making it tingle.
The old handsome guy strode straight to about 5 meters in front of Du Weiguo, then he stopped and opened his mouth to speak.
His voice was nice, deep and deep: "I am Lancelot of the Order. How many women have the Blood Wolf killed?"
Lancelot spoke authentic British English, with a hint of indescribable ancient rhyme, and went straight to the point without a word of nonsense.
Du Weiguo's tone was cold, unceremonious, and straightforward:
"Nine, Lancelot, do you have a way to find it?"
Lancelot glanced at him, frowned, and said in a cold tone: "Who are you? Hong Kong police, or MI6?"
Lancelot's eyes were unruly, dissatisfied and angry. Du Weiguo's anger suddenly rose. His eyes narrowed, flashing with dangerous light, and his tone became colder:
"I ask again, are you able to find the blood beast?"
Lancelot also had a bad temper. A fierce light flashed in his eyes. He slammed the backpack behind him to the ground and said in a stern tone:
"I asked, who are you?"
As Lancelot asked questions, an indescribable aura suddenly rose up from his body, and like a mountain of tai, it came over Du Weiguo. This was his unique evil aura!
Damn it! court death!
Du Weiguo had already been holding back his anger, as if a volcano was about to erupt. Now that he was provoked by Lancelot, he couldn't hold it back anymore.
His eyes sharpened suddenly, and the evil energy that seemed to be real rose into the sky, like a huge wave, and slammed back towards Lancelot.
Two evil spirits collide together, just like sparks hitting the earth!
It was obviously a sunny day, but a strange whirlwind suddenly rose in the field. The bone-piercing cold wind blew away everyone's clothes and couldn't help but retreat.
As soon as the expert stretched out his hand, he would know if there was one. Du Weiguo and Lancelot's eyes almost showed a look of solemnity at the same time, strong rivals!
During the chaos of the war, Uncle Jiu was still calm. He stretched out his hand and pushed Reina hard, pushing her forward.
After all, she is the official commander-in-chief of Hong Kong Island and has the right to speak. Reina is not stupid either. After stabilizing her figure, she quickly raised her arms and shouted:
"Mr. Lancelot, I am Reina, the head of MI6. This is the special adviser I invited, Mr. Wesley, to help us eliminate the blood beasts."
At this moment, Du Weiguo had regained his composure. No matter who this Lancelot was, he had come all the way to help.
As a half-master, he should not lose his courtesy due to emotions and reasons. Du Weiguo was not a stubborn and stubborn master, and he would correct his mistakes when he knew they were wrong.
Calm down and immediately apologize in a sincere tone:
"Mr. Lancelot, I'm sorry, I just had a bad attitude. My relatives were killed by blood beasts, so I was a little impatient."
The old handsome guy was already ready to get off the road. When he heard Du Weiguo's apology, he suddenly showed a clear face and his tone became calmer:
"Mr. Wesley, please forgive me. I was a little rude just now."
Du Weiguo took the initiative to reach out:
"Mr. Lancelot, I hope we can have a happy cooperation and dig out this beast of blood as soon as possible, crushing his bones and spreading ashes!"
Lancelot shook hands with him tightly and said in a sincere tone:
"Okay, Mr. Wesley, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you. The bloodhound is powerful. I was a little worried at first, but with your help, I believe it will be able to escape this time."
A moment later, in the command center of the Sixth Branch, Du Weiguo frowned and said in a surprised tone:
"Lancelot, you mean to say that the beast of blood has been wreaking havoc for hundreds of years?"
Just now, Lancelot gave everyone some information about the predecessor and present life of the blood beast. This beast first appeared in Norway in 1862. Where it came from is unknown.
Du Weiguo's guess was pretty much right. The blood beast was extremely powerful, had flesh wings on its back, could fly, could teleport over short distances, had no smell or hair on its body, and had the ability to put people to sleep.
In addition, it can indeed transform into any human form, but its transformation ability is not arbitrary and can only be used once every three months.
The blood beast is powerful, but it is not without its weaknesses, and it has quite a few weaknesses.
Afraid of ultraviolet rays, pure silver, and flames, and extremely bloodthirsty, he must drink a sufficient amount of special blood every once in a while.
After hearing Du Weiguo's question, Lancelot exhaled the smoke and flicked the ashes on his cigar. His expression was gloomy and his tone was melancholy:
"Yes, it has been doing evil on the European continent for hundreds of years, and more than thousands of people have been killed by it.
We, the Order Society, have been chasing it for 86 years for 3 generations, with many casualties and casualties, and now I am the only one left. "
The organization that Lancelot belongs to is called the Society of Order. It has nothing to do with any bullshit Knights of the Round Table. It is just an underground association of capable people in Europe.
The advocate of the Society of Order is a wealthy earl in Europe, who is also a capable person.
They hide in the city, never participate in politics, and do not accept employment. They only devote themselves to hunting down monsters that wreak havoc in the world.
The experience of the Order Society was indeed tragic, but at this moment, Du Weiguo couldn't care less about sympathizing with Lancelot's sadness and asked eagerly:
"Lancelot, why did it suddenly come to Hong Kong Island?"
Upon hearing this question, Lancelot's eyes became more sad and seemed a little moist, but his tone was still calm:
"Previously, my son Auckland and I found an opportunity on the outskirts of Chalkis and severely damaged it. Then we chased it all the way to Athens. It was desperate and escaped on a cargo ship."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's expression suddenly became awe-inspiring, and he felt a sense of sympathy for each other. Just now, Lancelot said that he was the only one left in the Order, so the fate of his son was self-evident.
No wonder the old man had such a bad temper. His son had just died, and no one could be calm. Du Weiguo admired him deeply, looked solemn, and said solemnly:
"Please have your condolences, Mr. Lancelot."
Lancelot sighed softly, quickly adjusted his mentality, his face was calm, and his tone was solemn:
"Fighting evil at the expense of sacrifice is the destiny of our Order. Auckland deserved his death. I am proud of him."
Hearing Lancelot's somewhat mediocre speech, Du Weiguo suddenly remembered a saying from later generations: the world is in tatters, but there are always people who are willing to mend it.
Uncle Jiu couldn't understand English and had no idea what he was talking about. He was so anxious that he kept winking at Reina.
Lei Na was actually quite anxious. Finally, while he and Du Weiguo were talking, he spotted the gap and asked quickly:
"Mr. Lancelot, how can we lock down the blood beast now?"
Lancelot took a puff of his cigar, held it incomprehensibly for a long time, and only said one word:
"wait."
Damn it, when Du Weiguo heard this, veins suddenly popped up on his forehead, and he became so angry that he wanted to kick him directly in the face.
This word was so simple and easy to understand that even Uncle Jiu understood it and almost jumped up and pinched Lancelot's neck.
Fortunately, Lancelot explained in a leisurely tone, and a murder was avoided.
"There is no way, the blood rat will only release its unique smell when it harms people. Then, I can track it!" (End of this chapter)
