As the sun gradually rose and the warm morning light became hotter, Staff's breakfast time was coming to an end. Usually, at this time, he would stand on the rooftop and look down at the ostentatious and extravagant morning in Los Santos for a while before turning around to deal with the financial group's business for the day. Even a vampire would be very busy after succeeding!
Staff was as busy as a president every day, and he indeed had the power of a president.
This was the situation of the United States of America. A mere president was nothing! Back when the ace president was still a real estate tycoon, Chairman Staff did not give him any face at all. How dare a small new capitalist compare to the Staff family's three hundred years of accumulation?
Just like how Jews would band together in economic activities, so would vampires, and they had a much stronger advantage than Jews. Before World War II, Jews were exploited by governments and capitalists, but vampires had already infiltrated the upper class of humans five thousand years ago. At that time, various noble families in Europe were deeply infiltrated by vampires, to the point that humans had to rely on various religious activities of the church to maintain their social purity.
As everyone knew, vampires were not allowed to participate in Catholic religious activities.
This could be traced back to the Egyptian Pharaoh who was bewitched by a certain high priest and cursed by the Messiah, as well as a certain angel of the Plague Legion who fell under the tricks of humans and was dismembered by the angels. There were also vampires created by the ancient evil gods, and the unique mutation of the primitive virus of the Ebola tribe … In a sense, they were all targets of the Messiah.
The evil gods were the enemies of the Messiah. They were created by the Creator and were the complete opposite of the Messiah.
The Angel of Plague was a traitor of the Messiah and was ordered to be dismembered.
The hatred between a certain Egyptian high priest and the Apocalypse was as deep as the sea, and he swore to resist the fate imposed on him by the Apocalypse.
Although the primitive virus of the Ebola tribe was a part of the Plague Knights, when the angel of the Plague Legion betrayed them, he stole some of the power of the primitive virus and induced the vampire virus.
The four origins of vampires in this world — the evil gods, the Egyptian curse, the angel virus, and the decaying parasites — were all hated by the Messiah. Therefore, it might not be groundless to say that vampires were hated by God. After all, God had once modified many types of vampires, and Adam had personally created the radiation Blood Clan, which used radiation as a source of power.
But the fact that Christ the Son of God detested vampires was not entirely baseless gossip.
After Rome, the Western world became a Catholic Christian civilization. Perhaps it had something to do with the threat of vampires. In the Roman Republic era, many chief citizens were related to vampires. In the Roman Empire era, many Roman emperors chose The Embrace for the sake of immortality. At the very least, Nero had a close relationship with vampires.
Although Nero himself was a demon contractor, among his Roman officials and nobles, there were so many vampires that they could hold a Blood Clan Conference in the palace!
As an existence with such deep roots in the Western world, after the Industrial Revolution, they were the first to devote themselves to business and finance, reaping a large amount of the benefits of the Industrial Revolution. During the subsequent world wars, they were international capital without borders, coexisting with each other. After the war, the international capital shifted to the United States and deeply influenced and controlled the country.
Needless to say, the political and economic power of vampires was like a parasite growing in the capital world, deeply rooted from the brain to the limbs.
Many people referred to bankers as vampires … Most of the time, this was the literal meaning.
S.H.I.E.L.D. could deal with the aliens who invaded the earth, the rulers of different time and space, the supervillains who were lucky enough to obtain power, and even the powerful Hydra that had been lurking since ancient Egypt, but it could not deal with the vampires who fed on humans.
Because, in a sense, the vampires were the country, or at least the country's economy.
Capital vampires like Stave, who controlled powerful financial groups, were not a minority in this country. They were the huge shadow of the iceberg under the sea … So Stave could see the power of humans. He saw how the Avengers fought against the Thanos, who were thousands of times more powerful than their race, but he was not worried that they would attack him.
Sometimes, people could fight against opponents who were much stronger than them, but they could not do anything to the little parasites in their brains.
When Staffe was looking down at Los Santos, he felt his skin itch from the sunlight that had filtered out the radiation harmful to vampires. It was like the feeling of a slightly acidic liquid corroding a person's skin. It was a weak but persistent itch. Staffe's expression instantly turned gloomy.
In order to let himself bask in the sun every day, he had invested nearly a billion dollars in research on how to remove harmful radiation from the sun. He had created this special glass that could filter ultraviolet rays and built this glass greenhouse … But now, this glass greenhouse that was worth a billion dollars had a problem.
Stave was furious. He was ready to call the person in charge to come up and scold him. He wanted to lock the low-level vampire in this glass greenhouse for a day and let it have a taste of the power of the sun at noon … The glass greenhouse could only protect vampires on cloudy days or in the morning when the sun was not so strong. At noon, even with the protection of the special glass, it was still harmful.
It was equivalent to a human being soaked in a weak acidic solution for an entire day …
But just as these thoughts flashed through Stave's mind, the vampire's excellent motion capture ability allowed him to see the white smoke coming from the skin on his hand. Then, although there were age spots, his well-maintained skin began to rapidly fester and burn as if it was stuck to a red iron plate.
Stave could not help but scream in pain from a sudden burst of pain.
"Another unruly person wants to harm me!" This was the only thought in Stave's mind. Then, he quickly bounced up, his fat body turning into a black shadow with indescribable agility and leaping into the room.
Stave looked old and fat, but that was just a disguise. In fact, his physical strength was far superior to that of a human's. He still thought that someone had done something to the glass to harm him. Once he returned to the shadows, he would be safe! In reality, he still maintained his vigilance. No one would think that such a small trick could defeat a high-level Blood Race, so the opponent must have some tricks up their sleeves.
But when he stepped into the room, he did not see any tricks from his' opponent '.
Instead, he saw his subordinates, descendants, low-level Blood Race, and blood thralls all screaming. All of Stave's bodyguard team and personal affairs team were in a mess … Stave could still feel the pain of being scorched by the sun … His face had already festered into a puddle of rotten flesh. The corpses of some low-level Blood Race members lay in a puddle on the ground, as if they had been corroded by strong acid. Their flesh and blood had turned to mush and were still bubbling and smoking.
This was not an enemy plot … but a genocide by the IPR!
"No … No!" Stave bit down on the neck of his beautiful female secretary, greedily sucking the blood of this cutie who had graduated from a famous Ivy League university. Through sucking the blood, the festering on his body got better, but his condition did not improve at all. The damage caused by the sun was still happening.
Healing the wounds by sucking blood only brought more pain.
In order to survive, Stave and his trusted vampires slaughtered the humans under his command in a frenzy. But as time passed, the number of humans that could sustain his life became fewer and fewer. He could only pick up a fat, fair-skinned middle-aged man that he had originally disdained. This man was his personal accountant.
Stave bit down on the man's carotid artery and controlled the speed at which he sucked blood. He turned into a black shadow and dashed downstairs.
There were many employees who served him downstairs, but they were no longer his trusted subordinates. The humans there did not know his true identity. If he was exposed in front of them, even Stave would be in big trouble.
But now that he had to survive, he could not care less about this … Most of the vampires under him had turned into a pool of mud, and some had even turned into ashes … Time was of the essence.
A middle-level vampire could not bear the pain of being scorched by the sun and jumped down from the top of a fifty-six-story building … At this height, even a vampire would be smashed into a pool of mud … If it was at night, he could have waited for his body to heal, then attacked a few passersby and wiped his mouth dry.
But now he did not have this chance.
With all the bones in his body broken, he could only lie on the ground, letting the sun evaporate his flesh and blood. The crowd around him was screaming, and everyone was watching in horror. Fresh flesh and blood ran around him, but he could only watch as his body continued to melt and evaporate. Finally, amidst the horror of the passersby, he melted and evaporated, leaving only black ashes where he stood.
Stave, who had jumped down to the staff office on the lower level, had already melted into a bloody pulp. His flesh and blood were mixed together, hanging on his skeleton like wet mud. When he jumped out, his appearance was second to none in terms of horror and disgust.
The weak employees screamed and desperately tried to get away from him.
But Stave could no longer move. He stretched out his hand and grabbed at the fresh bags of blood. It was only a few meters, but it was like a heavenly moat … unreachable. His legs had already melted, and his whole body was paralyzed on the ground. He stubbornly reached out towards the person who gave off the smell of fresh blood that he desired.
Finally, Stave's body emitted sparks … and he turned into ashes in front of everyone.
The terrified employees took out their phones with trembling hands and recorded this short video. A few minutes later, it would appear on YouTube and Facebook, accompanied by the self-righteous comments of those insignificant and ignorant humans. The arrogant Stave, the noble high-ranking Blood Clan, had become his food and after-dinner entertainment.
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