"Are you sure you want to do this? Dicken? " Dicken Fess' number one confidant, Khun, stood in Dicken's office and asked Dicken in an uneasy tone.
"Yes, Khun. The food from the Middle East will arrive in the United States in a week. But it's a holiday today, and Lanka's farm has been destroyed. "Dicken leaned back in his office chair and said with one hand holding his chin.
"The supply of low-priced blood plasma in New York City has been cut off for a week. The Elders have no intention to subsidize ordinary Vampires who don't have enough money. "
"The human government's blood bank has raised the price again because the supply and demand are getting tighter. The price of a pack of refrigerated blood plasma has risen to 235 dollars."
"Many people have been starving for a week. Vampires who are weak from lack of food are not even a match for ordinary humans. "
"Khun, do you know, after this incident in Lanka, I finally understand what kind of disgusting pure-bloods Gotinus are."
"They don't care about mixed-blood vampires like us. Although we are part of the empire in name, we will always be exploited by the pure-bloods."
Dicken leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.
This was the dilemma he was facing. In the past 100 years, Dicken had become the leader of the mixed-blood vampires. The blood slaves and mixed-blood vampires followed his lead.
The pure-bloods had a lot of resources in their hands, and generally, the mixed-blood worked for the pure-bloods. Compared to the wealth of the pure-bloods, the mixed-blood was much worse off.
In fact, the vampires were considered relatively rich. Even the average mixed-blood vampires were relatively rich compared to ordinary people.
But don't forget that the vampires' food was very expensive.
Consuming 100 cc of plasma every three days was the bottom line. Otherwise, the vampire would fall into a deep sleep due to the lack of energy.
To ensure that the vampire had strong vitality, 200 cc of plasma a day was necessary.
In this case, if a vampire bought plasma from the human blood bank normally, it would cost no less than 12,000 dollars a month.
And this was the price before the price of plasma rose. Because the blood farm in Lanka was destroyed, the low-priced blood plasma in New York City was instantly out of stock. As a result, many vampires can only buy high-priced government plasma.
According to the profit-seeking nature of the capital market, the department responsible for selling plasma raised the price of plasma.
For wealthy pureblood vampires or mixed-blood vampires who had lived for a long time and had accumulated a considerable amount of wealth, ten thousand dollars a month was not a big expense.
But don't forget that there were still many newly converted vampires in this world, especially Dicken's large group of blood thralls that had only been converted for ten years.
They didn't have that much money, and there were only two options before them. They could either starve and watch as their power drained away and fall into a deep sleep, or they could attack humans. Not only could they solve their food problem, but they could also earn some money.
As Dicken Fess' right-hand man, Khun was well aware of Dicken's predicament.
No matter which path he chose, it would be a huge risk for Dicken, the leader of the hybrid vampires.
The Council of Elders was clearly using the Ranka incident to restrain the increasingly influential Dicken, and even took the opportunity to eliminate some of the hybrid vampires.
Don't these old farts know who's supporting this tottering empire?
Khun's sharp claws pierced into his palm, causing him to bleed, but he didn't feel any pain. Because his heart hurt even more.
"This rotten system needs to be reformed." Dicken stood up and looked at the lights of the city. "Reform requires blood and sacrifice, and some people need to die for a glorious cause."
"You're right, Dicken, we shouldn't be silent anymore. I really hope to see the day when you succeed. The new era of vampires. "Khun said with a smile. "Maybe I should go, brother."
"Goodbye, my brother." Dicken looked at Khun's back as he left the office.
Until Khun was far away, Dicken slammed his fist on the desk, breaking the solid oak desk into two.
"Director, I don't think it's a good idea for us to move this thing out." Agent Hill was standing in the underground garage of the S.H.E.L.D. building on the outskirts of New York, talking to Nick Fury, who was standing next to her.
"Especially when it's not our people who are escorting it." Glancing at the SWAT members in Secret Service uniforms, Hill lowered her voice and said in Nick's ear.
"Agent Hill, this is the decision of the Security Council. They think it's safer for them to keep it. " Nick watched as two S.H.E.L.D. agents carried a locked box into SWAT's special vehicle.
Then they strode out of the underground garage.
"Do you really think SWAT can complete this mission?" Agent Hill asked as she followed Nick Fury.
"Maybe. In any case, this matter is no longer under our control," Nick Fury said indifferently.
"Since when are you so indifferent to these things?" Hill said with some confusion.
"When I don't need to care." A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Nick's mouth.
In the dark night, a classic 1975 Ford GT Mustang was roaming the streets of New York. The driver was Warrior Blade. He was patrolling the streets of New York.
As a warrior who had dealt with vampires for many years, he knew exactly what day it was.
Every year, there would be some chaos on this day, but the previous chaos was only small and did not cause any major conflicts.
But after coming to New York, especially after seeing the video on the Nightcrawler Alliance website, Warrior Blade smelled an unusual danger.
This unusual feeling made him tense up. "Whist, do you have any hairstyles?" He picked up the car's walkie-talkie and contacted his partner.
"Not yet, Blade, maybe you need to drive around more. New York is quiet today, like a clear pond without fish. "Whist told Blade through the walkie-talkie that there was nothing special.
Blade touched his short hair and the back of his neck in confusion.
The same question occurred to Li Jie and the other three.
"There was a car accident on Sixth Street in Queens, the police nearby …" "There was a burglary on Seventh Street, the police …" "Someone on Thirteenth Street complained about the noise next door, the police officers patrolling nearby …"
Li Jie and the others listened to the police and government radio stations with their earphones, but they found nothing. No reports of suspicious activity could be linked to a vampire attack.
"Spider-man, did you find anything?" Li Jie contacted Peter through the earphone.
"No, if I didn't catch two car thieves on the side of the road." Peter's voice also revealed a sense of disbelief. "Are the vampires on a holiday today? Or did they find a place to hide and have a meal? "
"Don't let your guard down. The calmer the water, the more turbulent the undercurrent." Frank's voice interrupted the conversation.
"I think we should expand the patrol circle. This kind of silence is giving me a bad feeling." Big Old Dad Damon's tone had a hint of worry.
What kind of game are these vampires playing? Li Jie really felt a headache coming on.
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