As for pure-bloods looking down on mixed-bloods, it was essentially the same as pet cats and dogs.
In fact, there wasn't a decisive difference in their combat strength.
After the disappearance of the vampires' ancestors for hundreds of years, there were now far more mixed-bloods than pure-bloods, and it was the mixed-bloods who held the real power among the vampires.
Most pure-blooded vampires lived in a corner and formed their own system, and the two sides minded their own business.
The mixed-bloods were also the group that made the most servants.
However, there was a price to pay for making servants. It wasn't a big problem to make eight or ten servants, but making thirty to fifty servants would be a huge blow to most vampires, and it would be difficult for them to recover.
This was also the reason why vampires couldn't go wild.
They weren't zombies in horror movies, who turned whoever they bit into their own kind.
In terms of killing efficiency, they were far inferior to human weapons.
However, vampires had a deep history in Europe, and humans had many different forces and thoughts, which was why they had survived to this day.
Putting away his notebook, Luke casually stuffed two hundred euros into the householder girl's piggy bank as payment for the accommodation and internet.
He put away his tent and sleeping bag, and once again made sure that he hadn't missed anything, before he got up and went downstairs.
Naturally, there were no surveillance cameras in an apartment building in a small English town. Luke walked down the street with a fake face that resembled his own, but was actually a mask.
He had to buy a car, and then maybe he could consider going to France?
Relatively speaking, England was too small and too stable. There weren't many experience and credit points to farm, and it wasn't a good time to waste.
Luke was pondering as he walked, when there was a loud explosion in the distance.
He was stunned. What was going on? Why did it sound like an X bomb explosion? But he had already sped up as he ran in the direction of the explosion.
A lot of people were also rushing over to the scene, ready to watch the show. It wouldn't be conspicuous for him to run with them.
But he could clearly hear the loud banging sounds that followed almost immediately after the loud noise.
Luke knew that the explosion wasn't an accident, and that it was all gunfire!
The intensity of the gunfire indicated that it wasn't just one or two guns, but a battle between thirty to fifty automatic weapons.
Hmm … alright, it's just that it's bigger for the people of Coventry!
Since the end of the last century, the United Kingdom had passed a gun ban law. Most private firearms were hunting rifles. Even the police would not carry their guns with them. Instead, they would carry them in the weapons box in the car. The key to the weapon box would even be kept by the leading police officer. This was completely different from the American police officers.
As a result, there have been far fewer serious shootings in Britain in recent years than in the United States.
From another point of view, the gunfight not far away was definitely a big event.
The onlookers who had run forward to watch were frightened by the panicked crowd running towards them, and most of them began to run away from the scene.
Luke, on the other hand, ducked into a building.
He quickly went to the rooftop and easily jumped over the rooftops nearby, arriving at the scene of the incident.
Poking his head out to take a look, he saw a black Mercedes-Benz light minivan on its side on the ground. The body was clearly dented by the explosion, and even the rear tire had flown to one side.
In the two black Land Rovers in front and behind them, there were people fully equipped with special equipment firing at the buildings on both sides of the street. Their bulletproof vests had eye-catching markings.
The ones wearing helmets were GIPN (French National Police Intervention Unit), and the ones without helmets were POLICE + INTERPOL (Interpol).
Their opponents, on the other hand, were all dressed in civilian clothes, and they were shouting with several European accents.
Was this … an assault on the police?
Luke murmured to himself. Looking at the Mercedes-Benz minivan again, he immediately realized that it was probably a modified prisoner van.
A prisoner break? He was even more shocked.
Who would come all the way to England to break a prisoner out? And apart from Interpol, there was also French GIPN escorting the prisoner van?
He wasn't in a hurry to make a move, because it would be too late.
The criminals weren't weak, and had clearly set up an ambush in advance. They occupied an advantageous position and surrounded the police from all directions.
No matter how strong GIPN and Interpol were, they wouldn't be able to withstand being surrounded in the middle of the street and being fired at.
Also, there were at least fifty criminals, and less than twenty Interpol and GIPN officers in the three vehicles.
By the time Luke arrived, all the police and SWAT officers had been killed.
But the door of the prisoner van was still closed. He had just seen a police officer pull the door shut.
Thinking for a moment, he took out a Glock 17 from his inventory.
As usual, this was an ordinary private weapon with no records. It was something that could be thrown away as soon as it was used, and wouldn't be linked to anyone who had come before it.
The criminals were well-armed and desperate.
They had killed more than ten police and SWAT officers, and suffered more than ten casualties themselves. But instead of rescuing their companions, they simply used gas welding to cut open the back door of the prisoner van.
Luke stuck his head out from the top of the building and quickly locked onto the positions of the criminals on the field as he marked out the order in which to shoot.
More than thirty professional criminals were all armed with automatic weapons. He had to be a little more serious.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be good to fight a protracted war in English territory!
The moment he chose to make his move was the moment the criminals opened the door.
When the prisoner broke out, the criminals would easily be distracted for a moment, and their attention would fall on the suspects waiting to be rescued in the prisoner van.
At that time, Luke would have at least one more second to shoot.
Adjusting himself, Luke first took aim at the four criminals who were close to the prisoner van.
In less than twenty seconds, the criminals had burned a hole in the back door of the prisoner van. They had already prepared a tow hook and pulled on the back door.
Bang! The door flew out.
Smoke rose from the inside of the prisoner van, which had been created when the door was cut open, and the criminals couldn't see inside for the time being.
Now was the time!
Luke took a deep breath and pulled the trigger of the Glock.
Bang! Bang!
Each of the four criminals was shot in the top of their heads.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! The four criminals on the second floor on either side of the street were also shot. They were much better off, and had only been shot in the chest and abdomen.
Bang! Bang!
Luke shot down another two criminals who were looking up, but the gun in his hand suddenly paused.
Two people suddenly rushed out of the smoke-filled Mercedes.
The person in the lead was a tall man wearing a black beanie. He was extremely smooth with his UMP as he knocked down two criminals on the street. Then, he swung his gun backward and knocked down another criminal behind him.
The second person who rushed out was a young female officer with a ponytail.
What surprised Luke wasn't the female officer, even though she was a charming mixed-race beauty.
What surprised him was the first guy who rushed out. His shooting technique and footwork revealed a sense of ruthlessness and ruthlessness, and overflowed with coquettishness.
"Did this guy … become a police officer?" Luke was puzzled.
But it was only a brief moment before he tossed the question aside.
At the very least, this guy was on the female officer's side, so it wouldn't be a problem for Luke to help them kill a few criminals.
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