Chapter 693

These nests belong to "entertainment venues", where vampires will not live. Many of them will only be opened before delivery.

The real vampire, Arcella knows only one - raquelli.

Luke's got a pain: it's over! I blame my hand for being too fast!

After several times of confirmation, the answer hasn't changed.

The only vampire axella knew was raquelli, who had just been killed by him.

Axella, a woman with both appearance and intelligence, has done so many dehumanizing activities. What she wants is "eternal youth".

In other words, the "first embrace" from real vampires.

By this means, vampires slowly gathered a large number of forces in the dark.

Not everyone can look down on life and death, especially some rich and powerful people.

At the last moment, they will still succumb to the desire to survive and become vampire slaves.

And what they have naturally becomes something of a vampire.

But the vampires who dare not be high-profile will only eat the benefits of those who can not see the light, and dare not stand up openly and occupy an important industry.

They have done this several times, but as a result, several organizations and forces have come to their door and beaten them violently. Even the industries they have got will be spit out.

The vampire slaves who were transformed by the talented big people were also cleaned up.

They can only hide in the dark.

It is not too difficult for these forces and institutions to exterminate vampires.

But we should pay attention to interests.

No one wants to bear the cost and possible destructive consequences of killing vampires, so they all turn a blind eye to their existence. Everyone has little friction, but they will not fight in an all-round way.

Of course, it has nothing to do with Luke.

He doesn't need that kind of "Immortality", nor is he a member of any force or institution. His direct department is LAPD, which can't control the security issues in Europe.

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At five o'clock in the morning, Luke walked out of the villa and launched a light helicopter collected from the factory.

A few minutes later, the helicopter lifted up and headed east in the darkest moments before dawn.

As he approached the border, Luke deflected the helicopter and jumped out of the open door.

The unmanned helicopter tilted out an arc and finally fell into a deep river.

The skipper, Luke, was once again equipped with a delta wing, flying at high speed from the air into Poland.

When the sun rose slowly, Luke rode on another pedal motorcycle again.

Some of the things needed to be destroyed in the mission fell into the deep valley river with the helicopter, such as used motorcycles and so on.

Consumables will find the right time for centralized destruction. Even the used white wolf armor will be cleaned and deodorized.

Luke himself has a keen sense of smell, and he is never careless about these traceable details.

Now he is a brand-new tourist to Poland, and he will go to the next stop soon.

Riding a small pedal, he staggered to Chopin Airport and bought a ticket to board and take off.

Looking at Warsaw, Luke sighed: "I don't have time to play here. It's a pity."

More than an hour later, Luke came out of the Orly Airport in Paris, changed his black face again, bought a semi new Volkswagen Golf in cash and headed west.

A few hours later, Volkswagen Golf went through the tunnel and into London.

In the early morning, London was shrouded in a fine rain. Luke looked at the ancient city in the rain and felt that it was a good day to do things today.

Driving to 174 brick street, he surveyed the old five story building and walked into the shop on the ground floor.

Similar to the old buildings of the small building, the decoration style of the shop is simple and elegant, but it is cleaner and cleaner, and the bright light makes people warm and comfortable.

A saleswoman came forward with a faint smile: "welcome."

Then she stood modestly not far or near, not close, not to say hello.

Luke beckoned, and the saleswoman came slowly, "what can I do for you, sir?"

Luke smiled and said, "I want to buy two suits and matching leather shoes."

The salesgirl's smile was immediately sincere: "may I introduce them to you, sir?"

Luke continued to nod, and the two chatted as they walked in the shop.

Twenty minutes later, Luke came out of the shop with a paper bag.

This is a small shop of hand-made suits. There is no stock. You have to wait for a week to customize it.

Luke regretted that he was in a hurry to use them, and finally bought a pair of leather shoes from stock to leave.Standing at the door of the store, he looked around, as if he was thinking about where to go, but in his mind he was thinking: This is not a vampire's lair, and there is no smell of vampires moving around. It seems that he can only go to that clothing conference.

He looked down and saw a small building not far away from the opposite side. On the top of the building, there was a pattern of two arcs in a semicircle sphere, which was a little like a circle with a nonstandard "well".

He didn't care.

There are too many strange sculptures in this ancient city.

For example, in the hidden corner of the eaves of this handmade suit shop behind you, there is a line pattern like an hourglass, just a straight line above and below.

There are so many ancient things hidden in this city.

Luke muttered to himself, taking back his sight, and driving his golf to the Hilton in Paddington.

The main body of the hotel is a Victorian style building, with hundreds of years of history and careful maintenance, which keeps its pretty good appearance and sends out classic atmosphere.

Before entering the hotel, Luke gave the paper bag with leather shoes on the copilot to a tramp on the street.

The tramp opened the "gift" with a surprised face, and found that it was really a pair of extremely beautiful leather shoes. Suddenly, he had the idea that "you'd better discount it if you are a big dog.".

Luke doesn't care about this. He's afraid to leave clues when wearing the customized leather shoes, which is of no value at all.

If it wasn't for the sake of talking to the salesgirl, he wouldn't have bought a pair first.

Driving into the hotel parking lot, he asked the front desk and found a banquet hall.

A fashion show is being held here, which belongs to Alexander McCartney, a little famous fashion designer.

Looking at a security guard standing at the door of the banquet hall, Luke scratched his head.

He didn't have an invitation.

This kind of small press conference will be invited in advance, and the number will not be large.

He can't go up and knock out the security guards. It's not the villain's job.

Eyes turned, Luke suddenly reached out and stopped the two passing children: "little friend, do you feel like peeing now? Go to the uncle and ask where the toilet is. "