Hearing William's dissatisfied words, the nine of them did not hesitate any longer. They carried Serena's box and left the bomb shelter according to Sunday's route.
When they returned to the ground, they saw Merlin's truck parked beside the other two trucks.
Gunnar put Serena's box into William's truck and got into Merlin's truck with the others to change their equipment and chase after the remaining werewolves in London.
After closing the truck door, William used his Mind Power to scan for a moment and sensed that there was a small hole in the ammunition box.
Serena had already woken up. William smiled and ignored her as if he didn't know.
As soon as the nine mecha squad left, the thirty combat robots that were blocking the werewolves' escape route.
They began to drag the werewolves that had been killed into the control hole.
How could these werewolves, who had more or less inhaled silver powder, be a match for the robots?
In a single exchange, they were killed by the robots with automatic aiming systems.
After cleaning up the werewolf corpses in the pipes and tunnels, the combat robots entered the bomb shelter one after another.
Two robots walked in front of Lucian and covered his head with a hood again. After waiting for two minutes, a teleportation door appeared not far away.
A cleaning robot from Yellowstone Park in America handed a blood box extracted from a werewolf imprisoned in a secret base to the combat robot.
The robot that took the box took out a needle and inserted it into Lucian's aorta, who was almost out of breath, and hung the box on the wall.
With fresh blood, Lucian recovered quite a bit in just a few minutes. Although he was still so weak that it was difficult for him to raise his hand, he would not die for a while.
William, who had been waiting, connected to Philip's video call.
"How's the progress, William?"
As soon as he saw William, Philip asked anxiously, "I heard from my subordinates that the gunshots on your side have stopped? Is it settled? "
"Yes, it's settled." William nodded with a smile, "But if you know Lucian or someone who knows Lucian, it's best to confirm it."
"Okay, I'll contact Count Alexander Corvinus. He has been in charge of dealing with werewolves and vampires."
"Wait," William called out to him before Philip could connect.
"That old ghost has been contacting you? Isn't he afraid that you guys will use him as a test subject? "
Philip sighed. "Since sixty years ago, we have been able to obtain his blood once every ten years. Unfortunately, no one has been able to research anything.
Blood and tissue would automatically become useless once they left his body for half an hour.
Also, Count Corvinus is a legend who has lived for centuries. Do you think he doesn't have something on hand that can make us apprehensive?
Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. It's useless. "
Looking at Philip's regretful expression, William couldn't help but think to himself that he had to make some backup plans that would make others wary.
Perhaps it was time to check if the red mercury nuclear egg that had always been placed in the Mother Forest Palace of the polar bear, Clint, really existed.
Although he had the nuclear egg technology in his mind, being able to create it himself and finding the red mercury suitcase to replicate it were two different things.
At the very least, it would explain why he, who had never been exposed to nuclear technology, suddenly understood the problem.
Just as he was thinking, the white-haired and white-bearded Count Corvinus appeared on the monitor.
"Good evening, Archduke of Devonshire. I am Count Alexander Corvinus. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Count. You are a living legend."
"Alright, William, let's take a look at Lucian first." Philip interrupted William's nonsense.
"Once we get rid of Lucian, a first-generation werewolf with intelligence and the ability to recover his human form, the werewolves will only become weaker and weaker in the future."
William understood this logic. According to the theory of bloodlines, first-generation werewolves or vampires were often the most powerful, and the descendants they had bitten were directly the second generation.
And if they could get rid of the stronger the foreign species on the spectrum, the weaker the foreign species after that would only become.
"No problem."
William nodded. Soon, Sunday had the battle robot transmit the image of Lucian.
Count Corvinus stared at Lucian, who was tied to the wall, for a few seconds and said with certainty, "He is Lucian."
After saying that, he hesitated for a few seconds and asked William, "I remember that he has a brass necklace on him. Can you give it to me?"
"You mean this."
Picking up the necklace from the table and showing it to Corvinus, William rolled his eyes and narrowed his eyes.
"I remember that this thing is part of a key, and someone has been longing for it for hundreds of years.
Count, who do you think I should sell it to? "
These words shocked Corvinus. He didn't expect that William even knew that this necklace was the key to opening the cage that imprisoned his second son, William Corvinus, the ancestor of the werewolves.
His expression didn't change. "William, since you know who is looking for the key, you must also know what will happen if this necklace is left in your hands."
"It doesn't matter. I'm looking forward to him coming to find me. If he dares to rob me without paying, hehe, then I'll have a good reason to kill him."
Looking at the indifferent William, he thought about how this young man had only used a month to set up the trap and an hour to fight.
Not only had he captured Lucian, whom they hadn't been able to capture for hundreds of years, but he had also killed hundreds of werewolves.
Corvinus couldn't help but say helplessly, "I heard that you like antiques. How about I trade two Picasso oil paintings with you?"
"How much is it worth?"
Picasso's oil paintings could, of course, but the value of an oil painting depended on the size of the painting, the level of the painter's own skill at the time of creation, and even whether there was a story behind the creation.
To put it bluntly, there were differences even between paintings by the same painter.
Under the guarantee of authenticity, although the price couldn't explain everything, it was the most direct way to judge.
"It's worth about forty million pounds."
William's attitude of wanting money made Corvinus very melancholy. Then, he heard William say, "This is not enough.
This thing has a lot to do with your family. Besides, you're someone who has lived for hundreds of years.
Aren't you embarrassed to use this to exchange? "
"Tell me, how much money do you want?"
William only thought for a few seconds before smiling. "No matter what, it has to be an antique worth two hundred million pounds, and I only want the master's paintings.
It's best if it's limited to five paintings, like Picasso, Monet, Van Gogh, and so on. "
Silence.
Not only was Corvinus so angry that his hand trembled, but his eyes were also filled with anger.
Philip also looked at William in shock and sighed.
"Looks like I have to let Wilson learn more from you, William. You're the most shameless junior I've ever seen."
Corvinus thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll send the paintings to your manor tomorrow morning. Can you give me the key now?"
"No problem, get someone to get it."
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