What It’s Like Being a Vampire

John was moving quickly on the street. Although he seemed to be walking rather than running, his speed was no less than that of an ordinary person running with all his strength.

And he didn't walk in a straight line. He kept turning into alleys and relying on the terrain to obscure his tracks.

Ten minutes later, John stopped in a dark, smelly alley. He squinted his eyes and looked at the light of the street outside the alley, controlled his breathing, and waited slowly.

After a few minutes, no one appeared, and while he was moving quickly, he also didn't find anyone following him.

John breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he might have been too nervous. The other party might have only sent the strong man in the suit and no one else.

who are they? How did you discover him?

John frowned and thought, thinking that the most likely possibility was that someone noticed him during the day when he was searching for clues in the places where Guo Tianxiang had stayed for a long time.

It seems that Guo Tianxiang should have been exposed, and maybe his contact with them has been known to others, who have been waiting for him to come to their door.

However, the other party only sent the strong man in a suit to look for him, but it was a little strange. Didn't they discover his true identity? Is the other party actually an "outsider"?

No, they came prepared, otherwise the strong man in the suit would not have woken up so quickly. It was obvious that the other party already knew his ability!

Thinking of this, John's heart that had just been slightly relieved was raised again.

Then he suddenly noticed that there was a faint buzzing sound that he had just ignored, but now the sound seemed to be louder. He began to look around, trying to find the source of the sound.

It was pitch dark in the alleyway. His night vision was better than ordinary people, but he couldn't see everything clearly. However, with the help of hearing, he was able to confirm that the sound did not come from the alleyway.

He suddenly raised his head and looked up into the sky, and was shocked to find a fist-sized, pitch-black aircraft hovering five or six meters above his head.

Obviously, this thing was at a higher position before, but now it has just lowered its height, so he has not noticed it before.

What is this stuff? Drone?

He knew that China's drones were advanced, but... were they that advanced?

Will some mosquito-sized micro-drone appear and shoot anesthetic needles at him?

He is not interested in finding out what that little thing is now.

Obviously, his whereabouts have been exposed again, but it will be easier to deal with it if he knows what he is being followed, and then he just needs to avoid sight from the air.

But when he was about to rush out of the alleyway, someone suddenly grabbed his neck, then his feet left the ground and his whole body was photographed against the wall.

The hand holding his neck was very strong. He grabbed the other person's wrist with both hands, like holding an iron pliers, unable to break it at all. Moreover, the other person seemed to be wearing gloves, and it felt strangely cold and smooth to the touch, like someone special ceramics or metals.

He raised his head and looked for the other person's eyes immediately.

Although the light in the alleyway was dim, the moonlight seeping between the two buildings above his head and the faint light from outside the alleyway were enough for him to see things to a certain extent.

However, what shocked him was that when he looked down, normally there was nothing where the person who was choking him would be. His sight could directly see the wall opposite the alleyway, and he could even see the wall clearly. of filth.

Looking back, he suddenly discovered that the solid arm holding his neck was also nothing.

Is that guy invisible? !

When he was thinking this, his right hand quickly took out a small white porcelain knife from his pocket and stabbed it towards the pinched arm.

If you can become invisible, then it is very likely that the opponent is also a "vampire".

As long as he is a "blood clan", his small porcelain knife can work wonders, even if he is invisible!

But his small porcelain knife did not stab anything as expected. It was not that the arm disappeared, but that his knife-holding wrist was accurately controlled by another large hand like an iron pincer.

John's own strength is far stronger than that of ordinary people. Even if a strongman champion or a heavyweight weightlifter competes with him, he will not be inferior at all. But after being choked by the neck and clamped on the wrist, he knew that, His own strength was crushed by the opponent.

But he did not give up resistance. He bent his legs and prepared to kick violently, forcing the opponent to let go, widening the distance, and then finding ways to force the opponent to show his body and look for opportunities to look at each other.

But as soon as he bent his legs, his body was grabbed by the opponent with one hand around his neck and the other on his wrists. He grabbed him and smashed him twice against the wall.

The wrist holding the small porcelain knife was twisted, and the knife was taken away. Then he was punched three times in the stomach with his fist. Each punch was so powerful that it penetrated his back. It was as if his whole body was broken and he lost it instantly. resistance.

The violent beating lasted less than ten seconds, but John was already like a beaten eggplant, twitching all over and without the ability to resist.

He was pinched by the neck and lifted up against the wall again. This time, a tall figure appeared in front of him.

But when John saw that figure, he couldn't help but be stunned. Even though he was used to walking in darkness and blood, and even though he had seen all kinds of strange things and terrifying existences, he still couldn't help but feel nervous in his heart. There was a chill.

This "person" who blocked him in the alley and beat him half to death and choked his neck, had spider silk lines all over his naked body, and looked like he was wearing a tights - but he could tell at a glance , that’s not the tights, but the other person’s “skin”!

The other party was wearing a helmet on his head, but John knew that the other party was not observing through the gray shield on the helmet, but through peeking into the camera above - so he could not catch the other party's line of sight, which also made him finally Any hope of a comeback was dashed.

He was proud of his ability to run rampant in cities and in human society, but he was easily restrained by the opponent and was crushed in all directions, without the ability to fight back.

He regrets very much now, regrets that he was not careful enough, regrets that he could not be more cowardly. Before setting off, after realizing how afraid the old guys were of the East, he should have been a hundred times more careful and attentive, and symbolically visited China. Just circle it.

Anyway, it was the old guys who were facing the stage limit, not him. Although finding Guo Tianxiang or other "blood descendants" would give him the greatest benefit, if he died here, everything would be lost.

No wonder those old guys have all kinds of excuses not to come to China on their own.

He remembered what the old guys often said in the past. For these European "blood clans", China, North America, and Japan are the three most dangerous areas. These three places can always give birth to the most savage people. , ferocious, and tyrannical existences. Compared with those existences, these "blood clans" of their true lineage are really too gentle and too civilized.

Of course, every time this kind of topic is mentioned, the old guys always put away their fearful and jealous tone in the end, and add a few words with a little pride, those "barbarians" are just like the "blood beasts", they are just arrogant for a while, There are only a few people who can live for ten years. Those who can truly be eternal and pass on are the "blood clan" like them.

"As long as you live long enough, you'll see the corpses of your enemies floating down the river."

"Living gracefully and for a long time is the true meaning of the 'blood clan'."

Of course, the premise is that you don't encounter those "brutal" and "tyrannical" existences.

Just when John thought he was about to be devoured by this "ferocious" monster from the east, the other party's technological-looking helmet suddenly slowly opened its visor.

He saw a pair of round eyes without eyelids, which were very different from ordinary humans. The eyelids were almost invisible, and they were pitch black.

Chance!

Although he didn't know why the other party suddenly showed his eyes, this was an opportunity to fight back, and John would never let it go.

He stared closely into the other person's eyes, and used his unbroken left hand to grasp the wrist holding his neck, so that he could barely make a sound.

To his surprise, the other party's hand on his neck loosened, allowing him to make sounds easily, as if he was deliberately creating space for him to display his abilities.

"The eye is a sophisticated and wonderful organ. In today's human beings, more than 75% of the information processed in the human brain comes from the eyes. However, most people think that the eyes are only terminals for obtaining information. In the end It is the brain that makes decisions, and at most it is deceived by visual information. But they don't know that the 'terminal' of the eyes can also be hacked, which in turn directly affects the brain's decision-making. The first person to say that 'the eyes are the windows to the soul' , perhaps not realizing that this sentence actually has a more direct explanation."

The voice was low and hoarse, like metal particles rubbing against each other, but in an indifferent tone and with a slight Mandarin accent in English, he was explaining some "principles" that ordinary people couldn't understand.

John's voice of murmuring strange syllables slowly stopped, and emotions of panic and despair appeared in his blue eyes again. He knew that his hypnosis failed. Even if the other party did not have a helmet and camera to isolate the line of sight, he would not be able to use his own. ability.

Looking condescendingly at John Cavendish who was slumped on the ground, "Mr. Liang" said indifferently in English: "There is a black RV outside on the roadside. Before you get in, clean yourself up."

After a while, John found that the terrifying figure disappeared again, and the shadow of the small drone could not be seen above his head.

He didn't know whether the scary guy was just invisible and still hiding beside him, or whether the drone just raised its altitude and hid in the night.

But he knew that he couldn't run away. His methods were known to the other party, and they were all ineffective. On their territory, since they didn't kill him immediately, maybe there was still a chance for negotiation?

As long as he can survive, as long as there is a chance to survive, he will definitely seize it.

John cheered up a little and got up from the ground. His right wrist, which had just been twisted into a knot, had recovered a lot and his fingers could barely move.

His back was still a little awkward, and there were bursts of pain when he walked around, making him walk like a duck. But he didn't dare to stay in the alley for too long, for fear of angering the scary guy, so he endured the pain and took one step. He limped toward the outside.

When he walked out of the alley, he saw a large black GMC modified RV parked on the side of the road, and the driver sitting in the cab was the burly man in a suit who came to the bar to look for him.

The strong man looked back at him and then withdrew his gaze, seemingly without any surprise.

John sighed slightly and stretched out his hand to open the double door on the carriage, but before reaching the handle, he noticed the stain on his hand and thought of what the "terrible being" said.

He swallowed, retracted his hand, and wiped it hard on the suit jacket that had been customized at a large cost by a long-established handmade custom shop in Florence. Then he took off his jacket and wiped it on his butt, pants, and shoes. , and finally looked at it with nostalgia and threw it on the roadside.

Just as he was about to open the door, the driver's cab window suddenly rolled down. The strong man looked at the suit jacket on the roadside and then at the trash can not far away.

John couldn't help but suffocated, his hand on the door handle tightened, and finally he leaned over to pick up the suit jacket, walked a few steps, and stuffed it into the recyclable garbage side of the trash can.

The interior of the GMC RV is very spacious and cannot be said to be luxurious, but it has a strong sense of technology. It is full of various screens and many operating buttons. It looks more like an operating room for precision instruments.

There was no one in the back compartment. After he got in and closed the door, he prepared to sit on the only large seat.

The driver's voice sounded over the intercom in the car: "Don't sit on the chair, it's not for you."

John was stunned for a moment and looked around the carriage. There were no other seats, but he only hesitated for a moment before squatting down in the corner, leaning against the wall of the carriage and hugging his knees.

The RV drove slowly.

Just when John was a little nervous and wanted to test out whether the invisible "terrible existence" was also in the car, the distinctive low and hoarse voice sounded:

"Were you in Montamira before?"

John was stunned for a moment, and he was sure that the sound came from the only seat in front of him. The "terrible existence" got into the car silently, and he didn't feel it at all?

"Yes...because I heard about what happened on the night of March 8th, before I came to China, I took a trip to Montamira." John told the truth, and this question also made him realize that those few The person who was with the tall Burmese boy and stopped him on the street in Mentamila for questioning was probably in the same group as this "terrorist existence".

"Are you from Europe or America?"

"I'm... from Europe, Slovakia..." John said carefully.

"Oh? Europe? Is he that...'Red Rose' person?" "Mr. Liang" laughed strangely, and his figure slowly appeared.

"You...you know us?" John thought this was a good sign.

But the next words from "Mr. Liang" made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"I know, they are just some poor bastards who only dare to dig holes and hide, rely on deceiving others to support themselves, and compete with each other to see who can live longer."

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