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The gunshots in the bar finally disappeared. The bar was filled with ashes and the corpses of the Hagui tribe.

The vampire young man was stepped on the ground by Siegfried, groaning in pain. His hands and feet had been violently torn off.

"Look, everyone could have been chatting calmly, but who told you to insist on taking action?" Siegfried's tone was full of regret.

"Who are you?" the vampire young man wailed.

"The Vampire Administration, someone reported that you gathered people to suck blood, so we came." Siegfried said.

"Vampire Administration?" The vampire young man looked confused. He had never heard of it.

"After investigation, the reports from the public are true. In addition, you also attacked public officials. According to the vampire management regulations, it is enough to be sentenced to sunbathing."

"Sunbathing?" The vampire young man trembled all over, and his hands and feet suddenly no longer hurt.

"Of course, a vampire in London has committed a major crime recently. If you can provide some clues, you should be able to get a reduced sentence."

Now the vampire young man understood. After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that the main purpose of these two people was not him. He was just a disaster.

The vampire bureau and the gathering of people to suck blood are all just excuses.

The problem now is that if he doesn't cooperate, he will die.

As a vampire, it is natural to be afraid of death. Otherwise, why would he rather not see the light of day and transform into a vampire?

It’s not that I don’t want to die.

The fear of death overshadowed his resentment towards the two people in front of him, and he said quickly: "I am willing to provide clues."

"He is a sensible person." Siegfried smiled, stared into the vampire's eyes, and asked, "Do you know what happened on Hauston Street tonight?"

"I know, I know." The vampire young man's pupils narrowed and he nodded repeatedly.

"Very well, so tell me, are you London vampires attending?"

"I didn't, I didn't participate." The vampire youth denied repeatedly.

"That means there are really vampires in London?" Siegfried smiled. He found the clue so quickly. He had to lament his luck, and of course, the cooperation of this weakling at his feet.

"Yes, there are vampires participating." The vampire youth's voice became much softer: "It's Gideon Gono, he is the leader of the mixed blood clan in London. In the past few days, he has been connecting with the vampires, as if he wants to do something. event."

"Not only mixed-bloods, but also many pure-bloods were persuaded by him, but then the council issued an order not to allow pure-bloods to participate."

Siegfried frowned when he heard this. Sure enough, the invasion of the underworld latitudes involved local dark creatures. According to this vampire, it should be the work of the hybrid vampire Gideon Gono.

But is that really the case?

At least, Siegfried could tell from the slight twinkle in the vampire's eyes that this guy wasn't telling the truth, at least, not the whole truth.

Siegfried narrowed his eyes and asked, "Tell me, where is Gideon Gono?"

"I don't know." The vampire young man shook his head repeatedly: "His whereabouts are mysterious and erratic. He never stays in one place."

"Okay, tell me the location of the Blood Tribe Council."

"What do you want to do?" The vampire's pupils shrank and he looked at Siegfried in disbelief.

Siegfried stepped on the vampire's broken arm and crushed the new limb that was growing slowly. He looked at the wailing young man with a cold expression.

"I know their location, it's in the intelligence." From the side, Phil Coulson said.

"That's perfect." Siegfried smiled coldly, the golden red light on his feet flashed, and he stepped on the vampire youth's head.

"Poof." There was a soft sound, and the vampire young man immediately turned into ashes.

Feeling that the energy of the summoning gem increased slightly, Siegfried nodded with satisfaction and slaughtered a gathering of vampires. The size was not a matter of plot.

No matter how much vampires pull them apart, they are still an extraordinary race.

On the side, Phil Coulson was a little worried. He asked: "Are we really going to the Blood Tribe Council?"

"Are you afraid?" Siegfried looked at Phil Coulson and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not afraid, but the guys in the Blood Tribe Council are quite big. Their families hold a lot of wealth, and they have a decisive influence both politically and economically."

"so what?"

"Killing them will have a great impact on the economy here, and there will also be some political disturbances." Phil Coulson worried: "By then, you may offend more people."

Siegfried turned his head and looked at Phil Coulson, smiling brightly: "It's not that I offended a lot of people, but the two of us offended a lot of people."

When Phil Coulson heard this, his temples couldn't help but jump, and he was a little stunned.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. I may offend a few more people, but I will definitely gain a lot. When the time comes, maybe you will become a hero." Siegfried patted Phil Coulson on the shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Phil Coulson suddenly felt a chill on his back, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Can I give up on this mission?" Phil Coulson lamented in his heart, almost crying but without tears.

Compared with the low-end of ordinary vampires, the lives of the so-called nobles in the Blood Council are much more nourishing.

They have their own manors and industries all over the world. What they drink is not low-end plasma, but freshly extracted virgin blood, which is the most delicious food for vampires.

Whether or not what happened on Huaston Street was a big deal, after all, no word spread, and many ordinary people thought it was just an explosion.

But within the Blood Clan, it caused huge waves, because it was the London Temple that was destroyed, and they knew exactly who was behind the London Temple.

In the council, there are many vampires who have lived long enough, and there are even old antiques who survived the Middle Ages. Their fear of Kama Taj is unimaginable to the new generation of vampires.

The Blood Tribe Parliament adopts a rotating speaker system. There are four chairpersons and directors, each with a hundred years of experience. The speaker who is not a director will choose to be sealed and asleep, and will only be awakened when it is his turn.

But tonight, the three sleeping Speakers were all awakened. They summoned members of the Blood Tribe Parliament from all over the UK and gathered in the Parliament Hall to discuss their retreat this time.

"I just want to know if there is any shadow of a pure-blood noble behind Gideon Gono." Sardar Azmoun, the first speaker of the vampire clan who had just woken up, knocked on the table and looked at the current speaker Yi Srel Zagouri.

Israel Zagouri responded with silence.

Sardar Azmoun understood immediately and couldn't help but became furious: "Israel, you shouldn't forget what happened back then."

"But the current Kama Taj is no longer the era of Agamotto." Israel Zagouri said.

"So what, this term of Supreme Mage is still not something we can compete with." Sardar Azmoun snorted coldly.

"Sardar, times have changed in the past 100 years. We control a lot of wealth in this land. There are many of our people in the government departments. We have many powerful weapons. Kamal Taj can no longer think about what he was like before. , taking our life and death away from us," Israel Zagouri explained.

"In recent years, not many vampires are still abiding by their contracts with humans. As long as they have money, they will be happy to donate their blood. Moreover, we are not directly involved in Hao Siden's matter."