Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"Dear Mr. Carl, this way."

A white foreman with a flattering smile on his face stood respectfully in front of Rum Rail Group branch manager Carl Nanske. He looked back from time to time and used words and gestures to lead Carl the way.

Six strong workers followed behind them, each carrying on their shoulders a roll of the unusually wide black cloth that had been brought in from the entrance of the slaughterhouse.

As the surrounding scene changed, a group of them came to the door of a bungalow that was not high but very spacious.

"This is it, Mr. Carl, my respected boss and his friends, in the room in front."

After the white foreman said respectfully to Karl, he motioned with his eyes to the six workers who were following him, placed black cloth on each window and exposed vent of the bungalow, then saluted Karl respectfully, and quickly retreated.

Their movements were skillful and it seemed that this was not the first time they had done this.

Carl Nansko glanced at the dirty environment around him with disgust, pushed open the door in front of him with his own hands, and walked in.

"Damn it, I knew it."

As soon as he stepped in, his keen senses immediately smelled a strong smell of tobacco leaves, sweat, and cheap rye beer mixed together. He couldn't help but frown and complained in a low voice.

One sentence.

Probably heard the door opening.

The owner of the slaughterhouse, a blond man who was almost two meters tall, covered in muscles and round waist, suddenly threw the disadvantaged deck of cards in his hand on the table filled with wooden cups of rye beer.

First, he said something to the four men who were sitting around the table with him. They were about the same height as him but had a much simpler temperament.

"Our guests are here, haha!"

"This one doesn't count!"

Then he ignored their angry gazes, turned around, looked at Carl Brown, who was extremely slender compared to him, and shouted loudly.

"Oh! Look who's here!"

"Karl of the Brown family, the nephew of the unlucky guy who was killed by the Indian savage tribe in the border area!"

As soon as he called out, the companion behind him who was about to settle accounts immediately looked at Karl who walked in and gave up the idea of ​​​​arguing the game with him.

Karl walked up to the big man, found a relatively clean chair, sat on it without ceremony, and said calmly.

"Liszt, I am different from you. I have not yet accepted the original blood of my elders."

"By blood, I'm not an official member of the Brown family."

"Please call me by my current name, Carl Nansko!"

After hearing Karl's words, the big man Liszt in front of him had not yet spoken, but a companion behind the big man, whose eyes emitted an ominous scarlet light, intervened first.

"So, you are still a lowly human being?"

"Bad human beings?"

"This guy from the York Wolf Tribe has a lot of talent. You can talk about it in front of the human military camp!"

After his uncle's death, Carl carefully studied the rapid increase in military power of ordinary humans in the past two hundred years.

He discovered that in this era when most noble vampires and werewolf lords were sleeping, ordinary vampires and werewolves and other low-level extraordinary species, unless they took advantage of the right time and location to conduct a sneak attack, they really might not be able to defeat the human army armed with muskets on the frontal battlefield.

His uncle Chavez Brown, who was beaten to death by Indians armed with muskets during the subsequent investigation, is a bloody example.

"We don't want a regiment, and we don't want a battalion."

"As long as a 10-man team of musketeers can beat you like a dog..."

However, before Carl Nansko finished his taunt, he was interrupted by Liszt standing opposite.

"That's enough Carl, don't say any more!"

"What order did the adults of the shelter give you to come here in person?"

In the past, these dark extraordinary species looked down upon and killed the human race at will.

Now the overall frontal combat effectiveness has surpassed most of the extraordinary races that could only be looked up to in the past. This incredible fact has almost become a taboo among all extraordinary races at present.

Countless new generation dark creatures who are immersed in the glory and power of their ancestors and enjoy the luxurious and wealthy worldly life left behind, just like the emperor in the fable "The Emperor's New Clothes", often suggest themselves and try to ignore this.

"Because we knew each other when we were young, I will give you this face."

Carl Nansko first glanced behind Liszt with arrogance and disdain. The young werewolf who was almost angered by his words and turned into his true form, then continued.

"The 'Taoist priest' from the East, accompanied by the Templar Lincoln, has entered the Rockfield State."

"It is expected to arrive in our city of Ace Aliu in three days via the Rum Railway Group's railway."

"The higher-ups hope that you extraordinary species will temporarily withdraw from this city and don't let them discover you."

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While this group of dark races were discussing various secrets in this large bungalow, in the southeast corner of the outside of the bungalow, two "white people" with soft-looking features were using bark as earmuffs and sticking them to the wall.

Listening quietly to something.

Next to them, a slaughterhouse worker who was supposed to be guarding here was looking around with bulging pockets and thinking about something nervously.

In fact, he didn't want to betray the boss of the factory and the foreman who treated him well, but those people gave him too much. The worker had decided to resign and fly away as soon as the matter was over...

Fortunately, all actions went smoothly beyond imagination.

The big shots in this house never expected that a group of daring mortals who had never appeared on their list of hostile forces would be seeking information about them.

After everything ended, after the ordinary slaughterhouse owner and Carl Nansko left.

Not far from the entrance of the slaughterhouse, in a familiar corner, seven or eight "white men" dressed in simple civilian clothes gathered together again.

They took a few barrels of beer and flower cards and walked together toward the famous and colorful liquor alley in the surrounding neighborhood. They looked no different from ordinary white brothers gathering.

After passing through several streets and long stretches of road, one of the white gangsters finally made a secret gesture to the leader, indicating that there was no one following him, and then they all came to a hotel belonging to a neighborhood gang.

The Goathead Gang's secluded cabin.

Sitting around an oval old-fashioned wooden table, this group of "white people" finally began to have real communication.

"'Taoist priests' from the East, Knights Templar, Sanctuary..."

Li Changming, the captain of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, looked at the intelligence summary summarized by other members in his hand, the keywords underlined in red, and a smile that had not been seen for a long time on his serious face.

Half a year after arriving in Ace Aliu City, their team from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has firmly controlled a medium-sized local gang, the "Goat Head Gang", and has also provided Taiping City with a lot of information on people's livelihood and business in the United States of America.

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But their real mission goal, to find vampires or other extraordinary forces, has never been achieved.

With their current status and level, they are still out of reach of the upper-class dignitaries in Aceriu City.

In the past six months, the detailed surveillance of the new manager of the Rum Railway Group, who they already knew clearly and had ties to the Blood Clan, had taken up almost half of their core manpower. In a short period of time, they had no spare capacity.

While alerting the enemy, he went to monitor other dignitaries in Ace Aliu City.

Because of this, they have not yet discovered another company or other group that is related to other extraordinary forces.

"Comrade serving the people, the funds you used immediately and decisively are indeed well spent!"

"Also, everyone did a good job this time!"

The captain with a Chinese character put away the information and handed it to the member next to him who was operating a simple telegraph machine.

Then, Li Changming added to the excited team members around him with a look of news on his face.

"However, let the comrade in charge of gang management take care of that worker."

"There is no need to use drastic measures, we at the Taiping Association will give it to you as soon as it is said to be given!"

"Don't worry about the money."

"Just let the comrades in the gang erase the traces of the worker's departure after he leaves Asariu City!"

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