Mysterious journey

Prine, the largest city in the UK.

Among countless vehicles passing by, a group of men wearing black clothes and hoods rushed into a bank headquarters on the street carrying bulging backpacks.

"Get down! Get down! Get down!" Bang bang!

The sound of gunshots instantly ignited the nerves of everyone around him. Screams rang out immediately, but they were immediately suppressed. Several security guards surrounded him from both sides. Just as they were about to raise the pistols in their hands, they were immediately knocked down by two gunshots. On the ground.

The scene again elicited tiny screams.

There were people inside the bank who were withdrawing money and doing business, as well as a salesperson at the counter. The salesperson quickly and calmly pressed the alarm through the thick bulletproof glass.

Woo~~~

A piercing alarm suddenly sounded, and the bank's rolling shutter doors quickly lowered themselves.

"Get rid of him." The leader of the black hood did not panic at all, and whispered to his companions.

One of his companions chuckled, took out something from his waist, and threw it towards the door.

The black thing suddenly started rotating at high speed and emitted a faint red light. This red light directly caused the rolling shutter door to stop pulling down and instead retract it upwards.

The leader of the Black Hood walked to the counter and came face to face with the teller inside.

Bang!

His hand smashed the glass in an instant, and the bulletproof glass, which was more than ten centimeters thick, directly grabbed the head of the teller inside.

With a snap, the head exploded into a ball of blood mist under his hand.

"Ahhhh!!" A female teller next to her screamed loudly, and fear spread instantly at this moment.

Not even bulletproof glass could stop that man.

A clear smile can be seen on the leader's masked face.

"Come on. Come on hey hey hey, what should you do, Katchudis?"

The more than ten meters black mask behind him quickly began to install something inside the bank in an orderly manner.

More than ten minutes later, a group of people rushed out of the bank and into a dead end on the street. They seemed to disappear and never appeared again.

Boom! ! !

With a deafening explosion, the headquarters of the largest British multi-billion bank in Praen was turned into a sea of ​​flames. The entire bank building began to break from the first floor and fell down with a bang.

The bank building, which is tens of meters high, is like a dying giant, falling down with a huge shadow and pressing hard on the blocks below.

boom!

Broken glass walls flew everywhere, cement collided with cement, and vehicles were severely crushed. Some people had no time to run out and were buried directly under the building. Some people were scratched a little and crawled away with blood dripping from them. People around them shouted loudly. Shouting, some took out their mobile phones to call the emergency call, some hid behind solid walls, and more people fled frantically.

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"At noon on July 21, 2411, a huge terrorist bombing occurred at the intersection of Lotus Street in Pryon, the largest city in the UK. The British Ten Billion Bank headquarters building was blasted and collapsed, causing dozens of deaths and hundreds of injuries. The specific incident is under investigation. According to insiders, the terrorists all wore black masks and their tactics were sophisticated, very similar to the mastermind of the previous Gatling shooting case and others."

The news anchor on TV was reporting on the latest developments in the case.

In a dimly lit luxury room of a hotel.

A blond man with a naked upper body and a black dragon tattoo on his arm was watching the news quietly. He had blond hair shawl and a white bath towel, and his legs were resting on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He was handsome and lazy.

"It seems they did a good job." A woman's voice came from the bathroom not far away, soft and magnetic.

"It seems so." The blond man nodded. "I think it's time for the other side to take action."

"How did you arrange it?"

"Hasn't it been decided a long time ago?" The blond man's expression was slightly stagnant. "Even if he is my uncle, if he chooses a side, he will have to pay the price for it."

There were bursts of laughter in the bathroom, and the woman seemed very satisfied.

"This is just a small prelude." The man whispered.

The battle between the Secret Party and the Ming Party has just begun.

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Forest of Tranquility

In a mysterious place where the Ming party has never been discovered.

This is the most cutting-edge high-tech underground base, with black walls, black floors, and black ceilings. There are hard and smooth stones everywhere, some of which are engraved with bright red silk threads, which are monotonous and repetitive.

In a conference room in the center of the base, a man and a woman in suits and leather shoes were sitting on tall black-backed chairs. They were whispering to each other, discussing some topic in a low voice. Some frowned, while others stared. Looking at the person in charge, there were also people holding phones and nodding slightly to answer.

Sitting at the middle front of the long table is a white-haired man in a black striped suit. He looks like an artist, with long white hair tied into a ponytail. His hands are intertwined and placed on the table in front of him, with a solemn and indifferent expression.

There was endless discussion in the conference room, but he seemed not to hear it at all.

"A lot of things have happened recently. There have been abnormal fluctuations in the members of the Camarilla in America, and the witches are also frequently contacting each other. I have already taken a certain amount of preventive measures." A gentle woman with glasses on the right said.

"The disappearance cases in Asia have not yet been clarified, and they are increasing year by year. We are short of senior personnel. We hope that the headquarters can send special correspondents to support." A middle-aged man with yellow skin said in a low voice.

"I will send you a written application later." The white-haired man nodded, "Don't take too radical measures in the Americas, try to be gentle. The main premise is to protect ordinary people from being disturbed."

"clear."

"NASA needs additional funding. We have made the latest and greatest breakthrough!" A fat white man hammered the table and shouted loudly.

"In which year did you not make any big progress?" A voice mocked.

"This year is special!" Fatty argued. "Funding! We need funding! As long as we have enough funding, we will be able to implement the planetary environment transformation plan immediately! By then, the second Earth will be just around the corner!"

"How many years have you been saying this? Ten years? Twenty years? Or a hundred years?" the cold and charming woman sitting directly opposite him said disdainfully.

"You!!" The fat man was furious.

"Space exploration requires a lot of funds. It is not convenient for us to interfere too much. You can negotiate with representatives of the governments of various countries." The white-haired man shook his head and smiled.

"Did they cause the bombing in the UK?" The white-haired man looked at the taciturn black-haired man at the end of the table.

"Yes, he is a subordinate of one of the Camarilla Samaroas. It was my fault this time." The black-haired man bowed his head and apologized.

"Samaro." The white-haired man tapped his fingers lightly on the table. For a moment, the tapping sound seemed to have some kind of magic power, which immediately calmed the entire conference room.

"Let me handle this matter." The black-haired man whispered, "Lord Hong Yue is over there. Can I ask him for support if necessary?"

"Yes, if he is willing." The white-haired man nodded. "This matter must be suppressed as soon as possible to avoid causing greater panic."

"clear."

"This year's EFA selection targets are too high. I'm afraid we may have some difficulties here." A new person began to speak, in order of seating.

"In the selection and assessment, this year's indicators are carefully calculated. Those who do not meet the standards will be rejected. It just so happens that the number of evolvers of our new human race needs to be strictly controlled." The white-haired man raised his hand to indicate the next one.

"Supernormal phenomena discovered in some archipelago countries in the Atlantic need to be investigated, and may trigger volcanic eruptions or even large tsunamis."

"Didn't this last special mission go?"

"Unfortunately, the whereabouts of the special commissioner are still unknown."

"Let Badans go, he's just bored. Go and tell him what I want."

Application proposals and inquiries were made one after another.

The Camarilla bombings were only a small part of it.

But no one noticed that the dark-haired man who was responsible for the secret party bombing case suddenly flashed a red light in his lowered eyes.

‘The Secret Party did not take any ‘big’ action, it was just a small effort to clean up the small bugs in the British area.

As for Lord Hongyue, as the most powerful warrior under the leader of the Ming Party, Hongyue, as the second dead disciple, needs to be well treated.

How about the other two Death Apostles joining forces? ’

The corners of the black-haired man's mouth turned up slightly.

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‘There are four Dead Apostles in total, and this number will remain the same forever. There are two members of the Ming Party, one member of the Secret Party, and one person is mysterious and difficult to trace and belongs to the neutral camp. ’

Sitting on the plane returning, Galen quietly flipped through the yellow-covered ancient scroll presented by AG in his hand.

Sitting in the ordinary cabin, next to me is a bald old man, who is taking off his glasses and wiping them carefully with a glasses cloth. A young couple in front of him is laughing quietly, and the two young girls behind him seem to be flying on an international flight for the first time, which is very fresh. chatting.

In such an ordinary and peaceful environment, Garen felt as if the ancient scroll in his hand was like a script in a fantasy movie, without any sense of reality.

He seemed to be an ordinary American college student, holding a book full of imaginative stories, movie scripts, and novels, and reading them carefully, as if the world in it had nothing to do with him.

Garen turned his head and glanced at the old man next to him, who gave him a friendly smile. He lowered his head and put on his glasses, took out the newspaper on the plane and read to himself.

After coming back to his senses, he continued to read the updated content on the ancient scroll.

This ancient scroll AG will be replaced with new content every once in a while.

'My allies tell me that the most mysterious Dead Apostle may be coming out, which will break the balance between the Ming Party and the Secret Party. ’

‘But the Ming Party has its first Death Apostle, the pale Castine who is known as the most powerful Death Apostle, and the second Death Apostle Hong Yue, so the advantage will not be broken immediately. ’

Garen turned to the next page. He took out a gel pen from his pocket and started writing slowly on the page.

'What are your allies? ’

There was no answer there, maybe AG didn't open the book page now.

Garen didn't care either, continue reading the new content below.

'Remembering or realizing that you are dreaming in a dream is the first step you should take. 'AG seems to be starting to teach them the first point of their power system.

'The biggest trouble for many people is that they don't realize they are dreaming at all in their dreams. They will be unprepared to be tricked out of their biggest secrets by the environment. For example, on the surface there is a quiet and deserted environment, such as a seemingly safe and airtight room. There are too many such scams. ’

‘The key to you now is that the Dead Apostle who marked you is paying attention to you at all times. You must first feel this attention. He will exist in your dreams, and once you enter the dream, the other person will notice it. Therefore, you must take advantage of the time when he is involved in the vampire civil war to find the clue he left and destroy it, so that you can get rid of his surveillance. ’

Garen put down the book and fell into thought.

The vampires in this world are completely different from the vampires in the previous world. The vampires here are obviously masters of manipulating consciousness. They wander between reality and dreams. Their lifespan is extremely long and there is almost no end in sight. They are extremely strange and powerful existences.

This power may bring her unexpected gains.