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"There was a problem with the plan, and the killers sent were killed."

"The person has been confirmed dead, and the body had its throat cut."

"The technique was very clean, and the person handling it was a [scavenger] in this area of ​​New York—he didn't know everything."

"Is this fucking reliable?"

"You translate for me, what does it mean to be reliable!?"

"It's all rubbish!"

The intelligence data of the Continental Hotel was updated in real time, and as the employer of this mission, Chrisson naturally received feedback from the hotel very quickly.

What annoyed him and puzzled him was not that the assassin he sent was just killed in reverse.

Being able to kill dozens of low-level blood slaves and one [Baron] in a weak state,

There is no doubt that this super freak must have a certain degree of strength. The killer was killed in reverse, which was not beyond Krissen's expectations.

This is a trial. Success is naturally the best, and failure is not a pity.

But what surprised him was that the super freak actually knew the Continental Hotel and was proficient in the finishing techniques.

It seems that his plan of "driving trouble eastwards" has been shattered.

This made Krissen, who was used to controlling the situation in his own hands and strategizing, extremely upset.

After pondering for a moment, Kristen took out an old-fashioned communication device from his pocket and pressed a few buttons.

"beep--"

The call was quickly connected, and a soft voice came from the phone,

"Krison, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to call me..."

"Caitlin, I don't want to talk nonsense. Listen, there is a troublesome person here in New York. He has some abilities and I need you to deal with him. It is best to enslave him directly. I believe in your abilities..."

"Oh? Hahahaha, huh?..."

Suddenly, the woman on the other side of the call seemed to move the microphone some distance away.

But with the vampire's extraordinary sense of hearing, Kristen still heard the faint sound,

"Damn it! Did I tell you to stop?"

"What a waste!"

"My Queen, please spare me, it's been almost 20 hours..."

"What a useless guy! You are not as useful as a machine! Then you don't need this thing anymore,"

With the sound of flesh and blood being cut off,

"Pfft-ahhhhhhhhh"

"Drag it down, chop it into mincemeat for me, chop it up and feed it to the blood slaves, don't waste it,"

"Next, come and lie down!"

"Uh huh"

"Krison, are you there?"

"Well, I'm here. I'll send the information to you later. I'll leave it to you."

"Krison, wait..."

After hanging up the call expressionlessly, a trace of gloom flashed in Krison's eyes.

If it wasn't for the sake of ensuring nothing goes wrong, he wouldn't want to contact the notorious "witch Caitlin William" among the vampire group.

Although I am known to be a dissolute person and a scorpion-hearted person, I have been able to maintain a title that is not considered a good name for such a long time.

Caitlin's strength cannot be underestimated.

As a mixed-blood descendant who was also born from the intersection of vampires and foreign races, unlike "Sunwalker/Blade Runner" - Brad's people screamed and beat him, and he could only be chased and run away, hiding,

Caitlin possesses miraculous abilities comparable to the legendary creatures that only exist in hell-"Vela/Succubus".

By simply looking at each other, getting close, and chatting, special biological hormones are released invisibly,

It is extremely dangerous to captivate people's minds and silently change their thoughts.

Combining the vampire's extraordinary sensory abilities, endurance, strength and speed, as well as the core self-healing and long lifespan,

Caitlin has already opened a considerable gap between herself and her fellow vampires.

But it is said that the price to pay for using this magical ability is undoubtedly huge.

Not only physical and physiological problems, but also the disadvantages of becoming more violent and extreme, and intense emotions affecting the mind...

But if she takes action, she will definitely be able to completely resolve Link's unstable factor!

At this moment, where is Link, the man at the center of this series of events?

The answer is, in a bar,

Link, dressed in casual clothes, looked particularly strange among the men and women walking around in the carnival.

Looking at the men and women around them rubbing their hair together, as well as a familiar figure slowly approaching him,

Link raised his eyebrows disdainfully, turned around and walked to the bar counter, pointed at the bartender and gave a loud snap of his fingers.

Speak confidently with a smile,

“A glass of David Martinez.”

"⊙▽⊙?"

"Sir, what did you say?"

Facing Link's request, Bar's eyes were full of doubts.

"I'm very sorry, we don't have the wine [David Martinez] you mentioned here."

"Oh? Really? Sorry, I'm not used to it yet..."

Link looked apologetic, with three parts of loneliness, five parts of helplessness, and two parts of indifference flashing through his eyes.

"What's not getting used to?"

A soft voice came from behind. Link's heart moved slightly, but he still turned his head pretending to be surprised.

I looked at the graceful figure who just sat down next to me in surprise,

"I didn't expect that Miss Natasha would also appear here. The Queen of your country..."

"It's the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency,"

"Oh, yes, yes, it's all your fault for having such a hard-to-pronounce name."

Natasha put the car light on the table, supported her chin with one hand, and turned her head to look at Link with a charming look.

"We are considering simplifying the name,"

"However, what I am more curious about is - what is [David Martinez] that Mr. Link just said?"

"oh,"

Link's face suddenly changed, and then his eyes became a little lonely.

"Go and check this [David Martinez]. It should be a personal name. Natasha, keep asking. It's best to find out some information..."

The inaudible sound was transmitted to Natasha through the communicator built into the cochlea,

Then, she smiled charmingly and put on a professional business smile.

"It's just a glass of wine, a glass of wine to commemorate a certain legendary figure, let's not mention it for now."

Link's somewhat dull voice echoed in Natasha's ears,

One can't help but feel a feeling of loneliness and helplessness rushing towards them.

Including Nick Fury on the other side of the headset, and the Hydras,

You can feel a faint sense of sadness.

But only in Link's line of sight, a character was shining.

[Title: "Bard\