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The only real vampire that Axella knew of was Raquel.
Luke immediately felt a headache coming on. It was over! It was all his fault for being too fast!
He confirmed it several times, but the answer never changed.
The only vampire that Axella knew was Raquel, who he had just killed.
Aksella, a woman with brains, looks, and extraordinary knowledge, had done so many inhumane things in order to "maintain her youth."
Or rather, a "first embrace" from a real vampire.
Relying on this method, the vampires slowly gathered a large force in the darkness.
Not everyone could take life and death lightly, especially those who had money and power.
In the end, they would still succumb to the desire to survive and become vampires' slaves.
And the things they had naturally became the vampires' things.
But the vampires who didn't dare to be high-profile would only eat the benefits that couldn't see the light of day. They wouldn't dare stand out in the open and take over important industries.
They had done this a few times, but in the end, several organizations and forces came knocking on their doors. Not only were they beaten up, they even had to give up the industries they had obtained.
The vampire slaves who had been converted by talented big shots were also cleaned up.
After suffering heavy losses, they could only hide in the dark.
It wasn't too difficult for these forces and agencies to exterminate the vampires.
But everything had to be about benefits.
Nobody wanted to bear the cost of destroying the vampires and the possible destructive consequences, so they turned a blind eye to their existence. There was some friction, but no all-out war would break out.
Of course, none of this had anything to do with Luke.
He didn't need that kind of "eternal life," nor was he a member of any force or organization. His direct department was LAPD, which couldn't deal with Europe's security.
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At five in the morning, Luke walked out of the villa and launched a light helicopter that he had collected from the factory.
A few minutes later, the helicopter took off and flew east in the darkest hour before dawn.
When they were close to the border, Luke tilted the helicopter and jumped out of the open door.
The unpiloted helicopter drew an arc in the air and finally landed in a deep valley river.
After jumping out of the plane, Luke put on the triangular wings again and flew across the sky at high speed into Poland.
When the sun slowly rose, Luke rode on another scooter and set off.
Some of the things that needed to be destroyed in this mission had fallen into the river along with the helicopter, such as the used motorcycles.
Consumables would be destroyed at a suitable time. Even the used White Wolf Armor would be cleaned and deodorized.
With his Sharp Nose, Luke was never careless when it came to tracking details.
Now, he was a brand new tourist in Poland, and he was about to head to his next stop.
Riding a small scooter, he staggered to Chopin Airport, bought a ticket, and took off.
Looking at Warsaw, which was gradually shrinking, Luke sighed. "I don't have time to play here, what a pity."
An hour later, Luke left Orly Airport in Paris. He changed into a black face again, bought a Volkswagen Golf with cash, and headed west.
A few hours later, the Volkswagen Golf passed through the undersea tunnel and entered London.
London was shrouded in a light drizzle in the early morning. Looking at the old city in the rain, Luke felt that it was a good day to do something.
Driving to 174 Brickle Street, he looked at the old five-story building and walked into the shop on the ground floor.
Similar to the old building, the shop was decorated in a simple and elegant style, but it was cleaner and tidier, and the bright lights made people feel warm and comfortable.
A female shop assistant stepped forward with a faint smile. "Welcome."
She then stood at a distance, neither too far nor too close. She didn't get any closer, nor did she have any intention of greeting him.
Luke waved at her, and the female shop assistant walked over unhurriedly. "How can I help you, sir?"
Luke said with a smile, "I want to buy two suits, as well as matching leather shoes and things like that."
The female shop assistant's smile immediately became a lot more sincere. "Can I introduce them to you, sir?"
Luke nodded again, and the two of them chatted as they walked through the shop.
Twenty minutes later, Luke walked out of the shop with a paper bag.
This was a small shop that sold handmade suits. They didn't have any in stock, and it would take a week to make a custom order.
Luke regretfully expressed that he was in a hurry, and left after buying a pair of calf leather shoes that were in stock.
Standing at the entrance of the shop, he looked around, as if he were considering where to go. In his heart, he was calculating that this wasn't a nest of vampires, and there was no smell of vampires. It seemed that he could only go to the fashion show.
His line of sight landed on a small building not far away diagonally across from him. On the roof of the building, there was a pattern of two horizontal and vertical arcs in a semicircular sphere. It looked a little like a circle enclosing a non-standard "jing" character.
He didn't think much of it.
In this kind of ancient city, there were too many strange and bizarre sculptures.
For example, in a hidden corner of the eaves of the handmade suit shop behind him, there was a line pattern that looked like an hourglass, except that there was an extra line above and below it.
There were really a lot of ancient things hidden in this city.
Luke murmured to himself as he withdrew his gaze and drove his golf car to the Paddington Hilton Hotel.
The main body of the hotel was a Victorian-style building. It had been carefully maintained for more than a hundred years, and it still exuded a classical vibe.
Before Luke entered the hotel, he gave the paper bag with the leather shoes on the passenger seat to a homeless man at the end of the street.
The homeless man opened the "gift" in surprise, only to find that it really was a pair of extremely beautiful leather shoes. He immediately thought, "You might as well give me a discount."
Luke didn't care about that. He didn't need to worry about leaving clues behind if he wore those custom-made leather shoes; they were worthless.
He wouldn't have bought a pair if he hadn't wanted to talk to the salesgirl.
Driving into the hotel parking lot, he asked the front desk and found a banquet hall.
There was a fashion show being held here, which belonged to Alexander McCartney, a rather famous fashion designer.
Looking at the security guard standing at the entrance of the banquet hall, Luke scratched his head.
He didn't have an invitation.
Invitations would be sent out in advance for such a small fashion show, and there wouldn't be many people.
It wasn't like he could knock the security guard out. He was doing his job, and he wasn't a bad guy.
Rolling his eyes, Luke suddenly stretched out his hand to stop two kids who were walking by. "Kids, do you feel like you need to pee? Go and ask that uncle where the bathroom is. "
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