In the wilderness of Pennsylvania, the open plains were empty, and the nearest town was nearly 70 kilometers away. Compared to the prosperity of New York State, this state was closer to a large farm.
However, it was still winter. Although the sun was very strong, it was still cold in such a wilderness.
"I can't go back like this. I'm running away! "Thor was shouting at his brother Loki on this wide plain.
"What's the use of you staying? You can't do anything with a mortal body like yours." Loki had no way to deal with Thor's stubbornness.
"I have contacted Heimdall. He will open the Bifrost in a quarter of an hour. You must go back to Asgard with me." Loki said to Thor in an irresistible tone.
"But the snake is really here. What should we do?" Thor questioned Loki.
"That's what Odin should be concerned about, not you, the god of thunder who has lost your divine power." Loki stopped talking nonsense with Thor and directly used magic to imprison Thor.
The Bifrost opened at the scheduled time and returned to Asgard with the Thor brothers.
About 100 kilometers away from them, in a forest in Pennsylvania, it was originally an animal sanctuary, but it was also open for hunting during the hunting season.
This was to ensure the maintenance of ecological balance and to control the increasing number of deer and bears in the sanctuary by appropriate means of human control.
There were many private hunter's cabins here, which were originally open to hunters during the hunting season. Generally, in this cold winter, these hunter's cabins should have been closed long ago, and the owners had already returned to the city to spend the winter.
But there was a hunter's cabin here that had not yet closed, or the owner and his group of companions did not want to leave here.
The owner's name was Dickson. He was originally a vampire, but he was of mixed blood. He did not like the identity of a vampire very much.
Before being converted, he was a staunch vegetarian, and he hated the smell of blood the most. Although he was also a hunter, he had always been a firm pacifist.
However, he had always been a staunch pacifist. The purpose of a hunter's hunt was to maintain the balance in the forest, to make the entire food chain more rational, and not to blindly kill for fun.
So even though he had become a vampire, he had never attacked humans. The income from his hunter's cabin was enough to support his purchase of blood plasma from the government's blood bank.
Relying on this blood, he did not attack anyone for 15 years. In addition, he was very careful to maintain his posture and never showed his fangs.
Every time he went out, he would wear a special sunscreen. All these years, no one had ever known that he was a vampire.
In the 15 years since he was converted, he had maintained a good relationship. He even married an ordinary woman and had children. He loved his wife and children very much. He had been trying to stay away from the circle of vampires.
Until the implementation of the special vampire population management measures, all his previous disguises were useless, the government had his blood plasma purchase records.
He was taken away by the police and forced to be injected with a purifying serum, which was nothing to him. He had long wanted to leave the identity of a vampire.
But life didn't get better because he was no longer a vampire. Instead, it got worse.
His wife and children could not accept the fact that he was a vampire, especially after the government news repeatedly showed all kinds of crimes about vampires.
His wife left him with his children. The family that he had painstakingly built for more than 10 years fell apart in an instant. Worse things happened one after another.
There were so-called vampire protest rallies and organizations that gathered in front of his house, demanding that he get out of the town he had lived in for more than 30 years.
Jason swore to God that he had never hurt anyone. But these words fell on deaf ears, and the frenzied crowd dragged him out of the house.
They tied him to a tree, beat him, and humiliated him, just like how the witches were treated in medieval Europe. If the police hadn't arrived in time, he might have been burned to death on the tree like the witches.
The town Ericson lived in was a typical conservative place. There was no room for anything strange here.
He couldn't stand people insulting him every day in front of his window and painting his house with all kinds of insults.
Ericson tried to call the police, but the chief officer looked at him as if he was a stinky thing, as if he had a terrible infectious disease and wanted to stay away from him.
This was discrimination, and it wasn't just a case of Ericson. Many other vampires who had become normal people also suffered the same discrimination.
Of course, the media wouldn't report these things because it was a political issue. In the United States, which news media would want to go against the country's planning?
Plus, if the news media showed any sympathy for vampires at this time, it would be torn to pieces by people who hated vampires.
And in this storm of bloodless discrimination, another gap appeared between pure-bloods and mixed-bloods among vampires.
The rich and powerful pure blood vampires still lived above the masses. Whether they were vampires or not, as long as they had enough capital, they would always be the country's elite.
The media and the police wouldn't cause trouble for them. Ordinary people couldn't afford to offend them even if they hated vampires.
Mixed blood vampires like Ericson were the people who suffered the most in this storm.
Some politicians were used to calling this the pain of the new law. They just had to endure it, but they didn't consider that many people wouldn't be able to endure this pain.
Maybe some people would die before the pain ended, maybe some people could endure it, but there were also people who decided not to endure it, even at the cost of their lives.
Because to some people, sometimes, anger and hatred were even more important than their lives.
Ericson's hunter's cabin had such a group of people. Most of them were forced into a corner or were former mixed blood vampires who couldn't be accepted by society and couldn't stand the discrimination.
Recently, a name was mentioned in the circle of mixed blood vampires again. It was the former leader of the mixed blood vampires, Dicken Fess.
Countless mixed blood vampires saw him as a hero, a fighter against pure blood. Many were willing to sacrifice their lives for his revolution.
After the Vampiric Empire fell apart, it was rumored that he had been killed.
But recently, someone had seen him again. Dickenfess was recruiting soldiers, and it seemed like he was about to make a big move.
The reason why so many people gathered at Ericson's cabin was because one of Dicken Fess' subordinates was coming to give these incapacitated mixed blood vampires some missions.
The snow in the forest outside was already ten centimeters thick. People were starting to feel tired walking in the snow.
The emissary braved the cold and snow to push open the hunter's cabin. The sentries outside had already noticed him, but the emissary had already given the signal.
"Damn the weather," the emissary cursed as soon as he entered the cabin. He was wearing a thick winter suit and had a big box on his back.
"Damn it, Ericson, do you have alcohol here? I need a bottle of whiskey to warm myself up. "
Ericson passed a bottle of whiskey to the emissary expressionlessly. The emissary took a big gulp of the whiskey and felt better after the alcohol started to work in his blood.
"Did you see Dicken?" Ericson asked after the emissary finished his drink.
This was also the question that the dozen people present were most concerned about. Everyone's attention was focused on him.
"Yes, I saw him. I swear, Dicken is stronger than any vampire we've seen before. I'm afraid even Dracula is no match for him now, "the emissary said excitedly.
"What is Dicken planning to do?" one of the original vampires could not help but ask.
"What plan? Isn't it very easy to understand? " The emissary did not turn around to look at the person. Instead, he put the big box on the table and found a chair for himself to sit on.
"Do you still want to live like this? We have never done anything bad before! We were forced to become vampires. "
"Even after becoming vampires, none of us here have ever attacked humans."
"We abide by the law, work hard, and use the US dollars we earn to buy blood from the government. But look at what the government has done! "
"Our families were destroyed, and many of us lost our jobs. I just contacted a friend in Arizona a few days ago. This month, at least 500 mixed blood vampires in their social circle have either died or gone missing."
The emissary's words made most of the people present lower their heads. Many of them felt the same way. Discrimination was something that could not be seen or touched, but it was a real existence.
Vampires who had become normal people were ostracized by a large number of people. They lost their jobs, were unable to study, and were intentionally or unintentionally segregated by the public.
Did the government not think it through when it came up with this bill? Or was it deliberately pushed by someone with ulterior motives? It was too late to say anything now. The segregation was already done.
Some people might think that vampires who had become normal people would not be able to cause much trouble, but history had warned people countless times not to underestimate the power of the small.
For example, this emissary who had returned from Dicken's Fess opened the box he was carrying. There were ten blue serum vials inside.
"In short, Dicken only wants people with the strongest willpower." The emissary's face was very serious.
"It's up to you whether you want to live a useless life or start a great career with Dicken. But I have to tell you that these things cannot guarantee your survival rate. The death rate is as high as 60%. It's up to you to decide. "
Before the emissary finished, Dicken picked up a vial of serum and injected it into his arm.
It didn't matter. Anyway, he had nothing to lose. If he could turn the world upside down before the end of his life, he wouldn't care. If he could turn the world upside down before his life ended, at least he could prove that he had once lived a heroic life in this world, and not hide in a corner and die silently like an old dog.
Los Angeles, the place known as the City of Angels.
A very handsome young man was sitting in a coffee shop, looking at the scenery in the distance. If you looked closely at his eyes, you would see a kind of flame burning in the depths of his eyes.
It was a strange kind of flame. It was very weak. If one did not deliberately look, they would not be able to notice it. However, the feeling that the flame gave people was not warmth, but coldness from hell.
He played with a silver accessory in his hand and muttered softly.
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