Chapter 15 Have I become a blood slave again?

"Fuck Fuck!"

"This is not a wild monster that came here to rob me, is it?"

"grass!"

Locke looked at the Blade Warrior who started to lower his head to check his weapons after getting out of the car and was completely speechless.

He was still thinking about whether to form a team with Blade Warrior, and then lie down and use Blade Warrior's extraordinary points for spawning monsters. As a result, before he could think about it, Blade Warrior came over and tried to steal his extraordinary points.

Brown on the side also saw at this moment that the Blade Warriors seemed to have the same goal as them: "Shet, isn't this from the FBI? What are they doing here? Locke, what should we do now?"

You ask me, who should I ask.

Locke glanced at Brown.

but……

He looked at the blade warrior who had already nodded with Natasha and started walking towards the vampire bar, and the thoughts in his heart were also spinning rapidly.

What to do now?

let.

Still refused.

no!

Can't let it.

In a flash of lightning, Locke made a decision after running through a hundred possibilities in his mind.

The next second.

He directly stretched out his right hand and turned on the body's strobe lights and alarm bell.

"Dudududu!"

"Ding ding ding!"

moment.

The roof flashing lights of the black Ford SUV, which was quietly parked behind the elevated pillar and seemed to blend into the darkness, suddenly turned on. The alarm bell that symbolized "Law enforcement agencies are coming, get out of the way" also rang at this moment. into the darkness.

At the entrance of the vampire bar, the two vampires who were bored and smoking a cigarette between each other also noticed this.

"What's going on?"

"Smelly bitch."

"Our people?"

"No, tell the boss."

"good."

One vampire quickly turned around and walked towards the frozen pork warehouse. At the same time, another vampire also activated the switch that closed the warehouse door.

The door to the frozen pork warehouse slowly closed.

Blade Warrior, who was about to walk towards the Vampire Bar, and Natasha, who had pistols on both sides of her slender waist, suddenly stopped.

What's going on? What time is it? How could the note appear in such a corner?

Something is wrong.

The Blade Warrior looked at the police car with its lights flashing under the viaduct in a daze.

Natasha on the side also frowned.

After finishing all this, Locke looked at the closed warehouse door and fastened his seat belt directly.

"Let's go."

"...Is this good?"

"Um."

Locke looked at the vampires who had appeared from the corner of the frozen pork warehouse one after another and then quickly left here, and smiled: "That's enough."

Obviously, the vampires in the frozen pork warehouse knew that there was a police car parked outside for who knows how long.

Some vampires also chose to end today's play as soon as possible and left the warehouse early to go home.

So...even if Blade Warrior is going in now, he is not afraid.

The enemy has been alerted, and it is impossible for the Blade Warriors to kill these vampires now that they have passed by.

If you can, go in. Anyway, a vampire has already escaped.

That's enough.

They just need to have vampires to earn extraordinary points during the day tomorrow.

Brown also saw the black figures running away with a hiss after coming out of the frozen pork warehouse. He also reacted. He nodded, stepped on the accelerator lightly, turned around and left here.

The Blade Warrior who was standing there naturally saw the vampire who quickly left after coming out of the frozen pork warehouse.

But he didn't move. Instead, he stared at the black Ford SUV that was in his sight, drifting away, and finally disappeared from sight.

quite a while.

Blade Warrior's sausage-like lips moved slightly: "Blood Servant."

Natasha frowned: "What blood servant?"

Blade explained: "Some ordinary people who worship vampires and are willing to serve as their slaves."

Just like ordinary people envy mutants' various mutant abilities.

There are also some ordinary people who envy vampires who can live forever.

so……

These ordinary people are willing to serve the vampires, become their slaves, and be driven by them, just so that they can one day show mercy to the vampires, transform them into vampires, and enjoy the benefits of immortality together.

There is a professional term for this kind of ordinary people, which is called blood servants.

Servants of vampires.

Among these blood servants, the vampires most like ordinary people who serve in various law enforcement agencies.

The Blade Warrior looked at and sniffed the Ford SUV that had also gone away, thinking of the senior agent from the Sentinel Secret Service he had seen during the day, and seemed to understand something.

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"He's not a vampire."

"What?"

Natasha looked at the blade warrior who spoke out.

Blade Warrior said in a deep voice: "The Locke Underwood I saw during the day is not a vampire, he is a blood servant."

No wonder why he felt that Rock Underwood smelled similar to "the same kind" but not quite like it.

Now he reacted.

Rock Underwood is the blood servant.

Listening to Blade Warrior's explanation, Natasha couldn't help shrinking her beautiful eyes, then frowned and said: "This is impossible, this Rock Underwood's family background is..."

The Blade Warrior interrupted expressionlessly: "I have seen too many rich people willing to become blood servants of vampires. For such people, the more powerful they are, the more afraid they are of death."

Natasha frowned.

"Then... can blood servants be distinguished?"

"Yes."

The Blade Warrior nodded without any hesitation: "Every blood servant has a mark on his body, which is equivalent to the vampire's private seal."

It is similar to the free-range goats that will be marked by their owners with the mark of their own family.

The same is true for blood servants.

Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"Mark, where?"

"Tongue, behind the ears, any relatively hidden place."

"Really?"

Natasha was thoughtful.

The Blade Warrior did not say anything more. He glanced at the frozen pork warehouse that had been completely alerted. Without hesitation, he turned around and returned to his car.

He was not afraid of a group fight by vampires, but now they must have been prepared. Although he was very strong, he did not want to jump into it stupidly when he knew there was a trap.

After all, in the vampire circle, he has been rewarded.

Soon.

Locke, who was driving to Manhattan with Brown, received another call from the sentinel in the bureau.

"Sir, he left."

"Well, keep an eye on him and see where he went, and record it."

"Got it."

Locke immediately hung up the phone and smiled at Brown, who was driving and watching him with his peripheral vision: "He's gone."

Brown was relieved.

The next second.

He frowned and said: "But how could this guy appear here?"

Locke shrugged: "You forgot that the dead vampire was their informant. It's not normal for him to know this place."

Brown heard this and nodded.