my beauty world

Chapter 155 The most ruthless hand (6000 words)
Inside the church, Ronan shook off his head full of dust. Even though he had excellent physical fitness, he was dizzy from the explosion in the confined space and his ears were buzzing.

"All right?" Father Thomas asked with concern.

Ronan reloaded Remington and came out from behind the colonnade: "It's all right."

Father Thomas raised the mace and smashed it down, the huge werewolf head cracked open!

Thomas came again with a second hammer, smashing the werewolf's head completely.

This tall priest has more strength than at the Mexicali Bar!

The dead werewolves gradually regained their human form, all of them black.

Sirens sounded.

Thomas shouted at Ronan, "Let's go first!"

When it comes to mystery, it is too troublesome to explain, so leave here first, and then find the people in the diocese to negotiate with the authorities.

Ronan saw a comatose vampire healing next to the ruins of the explosion, obviously the one who threw a grenade to cover Serena's retreat.

Seeing that the vampire was about to open his eyes, he rushed over and turned the butt of the gun, hitting the vampire on the head, took out another needle of ether, and injected it into the vampire's body.

In terms of medication, Ronan is really getting more and more proficient.

Mentioned the vampire who had fainted again, and threw it to Thomas: "Take him!"

Thomas caught the man with one hand, wiped the mace on the vampire's clothes, listened to the sound of the siren, and urged: "Hurry up!"

Ronan activated his spirit vision and harvested soul fragments.

The four werewolves are all soul fragments +7!

Two vampires have +6 for one soul shard and +7 for one soul shard!

A piece of information flashed through my mind, but it was left by the werewolf.

An Eastern European face with mid-length hair said to the black man, "You are responsible for keeping an eye on Thomas, and you can do nothing until I notify you."

The black man replied, "Yes, Lucian."

It seems to be the leader of the werewolves, whose name is Lucian?
Ronan wrote down the face and the name of the person, and he would recognize them when he met them.

Father Thomas put the vampire on his shoulders and led the way.

Ronan followed him into the back hall, where there was a back door, and an off-road vehicle was parked on the side of the back door.

When Thomas opened the door and threw the vampire into the back seat, Ronan was already in the driver's seat and shouted at him, "Give me the keys!"

"Can you do it?" Thomas threw the key over.

Ronan turned on the ignition: "I'm better at it!" Seeing Thomas get on the co-pilot, he reminded: "Fasten your seat belt!"

The off-road vehicle rushed out like a sharp arrow, and after turning onto the main road, it kept shuttling through the traffic, driving at a fast speed.

But within a few minutes, Thomas couldn't hear the siren, but stared at the red light and said, "It's broken! The next month's bill will blow up the mailbox!"

Ronan is proficient in driving skills, and he can easily drive this car. He replied: "The things you sell are very low-cost, right? Don't make money?"

Thomas said: "That's the business of the church. The money I make doesn't belong to me. I have no money." He is a modern priest: "No, I will apply for a new credit card later."

Ronan said, "Maybe you don't have to think about the bill, you're being targeted by werewolves and vampires."

Thomas was surprised: "What do you mean I am being targeted? They are clearly following you!"

Although the person was wearing a hood, he still recognized it at a glance, after all, they had just separated.

Ronan remembered that he had told such a lie before.

Thomas found the culprit, and he was not polite to Ronan: "I paid it on your behalf, and you will help me pay the fine bill."

Ronan took off his hood and ignored him.

Thomas drew a sign of the cross on his chest: "The Lord is with me." He saw it clearly and thought it through: "No wonder I feel wrong. Seeing the bad luck, it turned out that you brought it."

Ronan knew very well that those vampires and werewolves were heading for Thomas, drove into a parking lot, and changed vehicles: "Find a place to hide first."

Thomas got into the car, and when he got out of the parking lot, he saw Ronan taking a remote road again, and asked, "Are you prepared?"

Ronan said, "I just don't want to die."

Thomas came out in a hurry and didn't bring his mobile phone: "Borrow your mobile phone and use it. I'll call the church."

Ronan thought for a while and said, "It's best not to call yet, we'll find a place to interrogate this vampire, and we'll talk about it after we find out why."

Thomas thought about it, it was such a reason, and if he asked clearly, it would be better to report to the parish.

Ronan drove all the way to Glendale, found the abandoned auto parts processing factory where he had come to see Giselle last time, and listened carefully for a while, but there was no sound inside, so he immediately unlocked the door and drove into it.

The car stopped in a hidden place, dragged the vampire from the back seat, dragged it by one leg, and dragged it into the workshop like a dead dog.

Thomas followed, mace in hand.

Ronan threw the vampire on a shelf and tied it with thick iron chains. After searching in the workshop, he found tools such as rusty pliers and a hammer. He took some cold water and poured it on the vampire's head.

The vampire's eyelids moved.

Ronan put the tools in front of Thomas: "The interrogation is for you?"

Thomas wondered: "I don't understand."

Ronan asked: "Isn't this the ancestral craft of the church?"

"Aha--"

The awakened vampire suddenly opened its mouth wide, popped out its long fangs, and stretched its neck like a student peeking at an exam, trying to bite Ronan and Thomas.

Thomas had hunted vampires before, and asked, "Are you a member of the Victor family in Los Angeles?"

The vampire said negatively: "You know the Victor family? You dare to do something to us! Let me go quickly, otherwise! Your family will become our food!"

Thomas made a sign of the cross on his chest: "The merciful Lord be with us!"

Then, he picked up a rusty hammer and slammed it on the vampire's face: "May the glory of the Lord illuminate your way forward!"

bang——

Another blow, and Thomas' hammer landed on the other side of the vampire's face.

To speak the kindest words, to strike the toughest hands, Ronan thought Thomas was a good fit.

"What's your name?" Thomas asked, "The specific origin?"

The vampire was honest, and stopped talking harshly: "My name is Hart, a member of the Victor family's night crawler team, and I became a vampire 25 years ago."

Ronan shook his head: "Good people don't do it."

Hart argued loudly: "I just want to live and live like a normal person."

Thomas slammed the hammer again: "You monsters, and those filthy beasts, why did you break into my church?"

He turned to look at Ronan: "Is it because of him?"

"He? Who is he?" Hart didn't know Ronan at all.

Thomas frowned and asked Ronan: "Aren't you bad luck?"

Ronan spread his hands: "My lucky value is very high, and the people around me are always very lucky."

"Really?" Thomas couldn't believe it.

Ronan nodded honestly: "Really."

Thomas continued to ask the vampire, "Why did you break into my church?"

Hart said: "We are following the werewolf in! The werewolf is the old enemy of the Victor family. They want to catch you, and we want to stop the werewolf! We are not enemies..."

The last nonsense, let alone Ronan, even Thomas did not believe it, and continued to ask: "Why did the werewolf arrest me?"

"I don't know!" Hart shook his head again and again: "We don't know very well, we only know what the werewolf wants to use you to plot..."

"The Lord will forgive His believers!" Thomas prayed, talking about the hammer and cracking!
The vampire was beaten into a human form, tremblingly said: "I really don't know."

Thomas threw away the bloody hammer: "I believe in you."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Ronan. Ronan misunderstood his meaning and spread his hands: "I said, bad luck has nothing to do with me."

Thomas asked, "Do you have a question?"

Ronan picked up the rusty pliers: "Of course."

The recovery ability of the vampire allowed Hart to recover quickly, but after a while, the injury had recovered.

Ronan asked directly: "DP company and Kraven, have something to do with you?"

Hart glanced at the rusty pliers and said, "DP is a company owned by the Victor family, and its main source of income. Kraven is in charge of family operations and is currently the number two in the family."

Thomas was surprised: "Director Kraven from DP Company?"

Ronan is now Murphy's character, pretending to be surprised: "I didn't expect you to know DP, Father."

Thomas said: "Isn't it normal for an energetic male pastor to look at this? I think it consumes energy, and it's better than some people doing crooked ways..."

Speaking of this, he automatically shut up, the scandal of the church is not suitable for outsiders.

Ronan continued to interrogate and confirmed that there were many doubts. Not only was Kraven a vampire, but most of the cast and crew of DP Company, including Snow White, were all vampires.

The economic pillar of the Victor family in recent decades has been the production and distribution of romantic art films.

This is also the key to Kleven's ability to secure the No. [-] family.

In modern society, money is the only thing else.

For example, the genetic modification laboratory directly in charge of the family elder Emilia has completed the genetic optimization experiment under the condition of continuous large investment, so that Victor's lineage can normally walk in the sun.

Money can also buy human blood and solve some food sources.

"The blood I bought tastes bad." Hart said directly: "The most suitable food for blood clans is to suck the blood of living people!"

Thomas said, "Damn you!"

This has nothing to do with justice or not, but the natural position of the species!
Then, he turned his head to look at Ronan, this person obviously knew more than him!

Ronan could see that Thomas had a clear stand, and he still interrogated Hart, confirming that the luxurious manor at the foot of Lukenji Mountain was the headquarters of the Victor family, and that the family's biggest secret was still hidden in it!

Ordinary people like Hart don't know exactly.

From Hart's mouth, Ronan identified three strongholds belonging to the Victor family: Emilia's laboratory, DP Films, and Lucky Manor.

Thomas said: "I want to report to the diocese, join forces with the Los Angeles authorities, and wipe them out!"

"Don't be impatient." Ronan reassured, and asked another key point: "Why does Kraven often accompany the dignitaries of the Los Angeles authorities to the St. Nicholas Orphanage?"

Thomas was stunned for a moment, because the St. Nicholas Orphanage was a charity organization under the diocese, and Father Flynn, who had helped him provide information about Sister Gu Siqi, worked in this orphanage.

"I don't know, I haven't been there." Hart shook his head: "I don't know about this orphanage."

Ronan stretched out his hand to grab his neck, Hart unconsciously opened his mouth wide, a pair of rusty pliers stretched out, clamped his canine teeth, and pulled them out!

"I've always had a question." How strong was Ronan? With a jerk of his arm, a slender canine tooth was pulled out abruptly: "Can you vampires get tetanus?"

Has this subject been studied by experts?He grabbed another one, pulled it out amidst Hart's screams, and threw it on the ground: "You know what? I caught a night crawler named Via and smashed him open with a hammer." His head, wait for his injury to heal completely, and then smash it open!"

"Via... Via is dead?" Hart's scalp tingled when he heard it.

There was nothing unusual about Thomas, because in his mind, no means could be overstated in dealing with these people-eating monsters.

Hart watched Ronan pick up the hammer, and couldn't hold it anymore: "I heard, just heard, there are many helpless boys and girls in the orphanage, and no one will pursue them when they die. The blood is particularly mellow... ..."

Thomas looked rather ugly, but he didn't say anything like it was impossible. He entered the church when he was a teenager, and he had heard of many things in the church that he had never seen before. Children were a topic that the church would always avoid.

But colluding with vampires?
Ronan asked again: "Do you know the Agatha family?"

Hart said: "Haven't heard of it, really! I don't know!"

After a while, Ronan couldn't ask anything new, so he looked at Thomas: "Father, do you have any questions?"

Thomas shook his head, and before Hart could speak, he talked about the mace and hit the vampire on the head!
He was so powerful that when he hit the hammer, he smashed his head into mud.

Then came the second hammer!
Ronan turned on his vision and harvested soul fragments +7.

Thomas wiped the blood from Hart's clothes, and with the mace slung around his waist, he hopped onto the nearby metal platform and sat down.

Ronan searched Hart roughly, but found nothing of value.

Seeing Ronan skillfully touching the corpse, Thomas asked, "Who are you?"

Ronan said, "It's not an enemy." He asked directly, "Father, the St. Nicholas Orphanage is affiliated with the church. Do you have a way to get in?"

Thomas understood Ronan's meaning: "You want to deal with vampires?"

"You can say that." Ronan roughly said, "I still have something to clarify."

Thomas drew the cross on his chest: "I want to figure something out too."

Ronan smiled slightly: "Look, we have the same position and goal."

Father Thomas said: "If what it says is true, I am ashamed of the Lord as a member of the Diocese of Los Angeles."

Ronan told the truth: "There are many darknesses that cannot be illuminated by the light of the Lord."

"But the Lord will not tolerate such darkness and filth!" Thomas firmly believed: "I believe that the light of the Lord will dispel the darkness."

Ronan said: "If you want to report to the diocese or the official, you can leave now. We have never seen it before."

Thomas is not a visionary. He said directly: "You don't understand that the St. Nicholas Orphanage is directly under the jurisdiction of the diocese. If there is a problem with the orphanage, it means that there is a problem with the high-level members of the diocese. Reporting it is tantamount to suicide, and it also involves Los Angeles politicians..."

He looked at Ronan: "What's your plan?"

Ronan said: "Determine the whereabouts of Kleven, catch Kleven, everything is clear at a glance."

Thomas thought of his old friend Flynn, who was the vice president in charge of logistics at the orphanage: "I have a friend who works as the vice president of the orphanage."

Ronan said directly: "In this matter, he cannot be trusted."

"We might be able to hear from him," Thomas said.

"Get out of here first." Ronan walked out: "I'll take you to a safe house, you are not suitable to show up now, wait for my news, and then confirm your friend's actions."

Thomas followed Ronan out of the factory building. He judged whether his words were true or not. This man did not lie about the orphanage.

Leaving Glendale, Ronan drove Thomas to North Hollywood, where Catherine's single-family house had been vacant since Catherine's death at the Virginia estate.

Father Thomas said, "As soon as possible."

Ronan nodded: "Tomorrow at most."

It was late when we left.

Ronan called Jess, waited for the phone to be answered, and said, "It's me."

At the Beverly Hills Hotel, Jess, who was dressed up, left the party banquet hall and came to the empty balcony, dimpled with laughter: "Is there something wrong?"

Ronan heard a voice: "Convenience?"

Jess looked around: "It's convenient."

Ronan said: "Let your people inquire about Kraven's past itinerary, especially the rules of going to the St. Nicholas Orphanage."

Jess said, "I'll arrange it now."

The banquet was very lively, and there was the sound of music. She subconsciously explained: "I am attending a party in the film industry, and Leonardo is here."

Ronan responded and said, "Notify me immediately if there is any news."

Hearing that the phone was hung up over there, Jess breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest lightly, trembling like an earthquake, quickly took out another mobile phone from her handbag, and sent a message to her subordinates, asking them to deal with it immediately.

Jess returned to the banquet hall and saw one of the targets of the night in the crowd, a rich-looking Malaysian businessman wearing glasses.

This person is one of her carefully selected targets. He is a rich second generation from Malaysia. He has a close relationship with the son of the Malaysian Prime Minister and a rich man in the Middle East. He is worth billions of dollars. He came to Hollywood to seek investment in movies.

Movies are known to be one of the best industries for money laundering.

Eva, the CEO of Quinn Films, was chatting with that person. One wanted to invest in a movie, and the other was about to launch a movie project. The chat was quite heated.

Jess stepped on her high heels, thumping and thumping.

Eva immediately introduced: "Zoter, let me introduce you, this is Jessie, the investor and president of Quinn Films. Jessie, this is Zoter Liu from Malaysia."

Like many rich Americans, Jess has a cold attitude towards Southeast Asians. After chatting with Liu Zuote for a while, she turned to other places.

Eva said: "Jessie is negotiating with Leonardo. The "Undercover" project I just mentioned to you, Zot, plans to ask Leonardo to be the leading actor!"

When Zot heard it, his interest increased greatly: "Which Leonardo?"

Eva said with a smile: "There is only one Leonardo in Hollywood."

Jess passed through the banquet hall and came to the quiet terrace. She leaned on the guardrail with both hands and looked into the distance. Her blond hair fell like a waterfall. Although her legs in high heels were not as exaggerated as Giselle's, they were still slender and straight.

Leonardo chatted happily with others, and walked this way from the resting place.

After a period of psychological adjustment, he gradually returned to normal, walked out of the psychological shadow, and became that single-minded good man again.

Break up with your fiancée, get rid of the shackles, and feel good.

The last time those people popped up and made a small request, they disappeared without a trace and never showed up again.

Leonardo selectively forgets them and continues his life of feasting and feasting.

Had a great chat tonight with a few company executives, time to get ready for a new job!
As soon as Leonardo looked up, he saw the terrace, and there was only one person on it.

The long hair shines like a golden waterfall.

The legs are straight and slender, comparable to an elongated pencil.

If it was placed more than ten days ago, Leonardo would not be interested at all.

But with recent adjustments, he has regained his single-mindedness.

Leonardo straightened his bow tie and suit, walked slowly onto the terrace, saw the bright moon in the sky, and said, "What a beautiful moonlight."

Jess turned around, dimpled from a smile, and said directly, "Corsica."

Leonardo was instantly petrified as if struck by lightning, and the fear of being dominated by blond hair and long legs during his trip to France emerged again.

is her!is her!That's her!
That female biker who fell!
At this time, Jess and the Jess in front of Ronan were completely two people, and they whispered: "Come with me, let's have a private chat."

Leonardo turned his head to look at the crowded banquet hall, and wanted to leave.

Jess smiled at him.

Leonardo bit the bullet and said, "Okay."

The two left the banquet hall one after the other, came to the coffee shop of the hotel, found a place with few people, and sat across the table.

Leonardo stared and slapped the table: "As you said, finish that thing and delete that video! To be a human being, you have to be trustworthy!"

Jess said seriously: "I have always been trustworthy in my work! I swear in the name of God and the honor of my family, that video is completely deleted."

Leonardo heaved a sigh of relief, without the video, it would be easier to say...

Jess said: "Don't worry, I will never threaten you with that video." She smiled slightly: "In Corsica, my subordinates are a bit too much, they took more than one video."

"You! You..." Leonardo raised his finger and pointed at Jess, filled with anger for less than a second, before turning into full of grievances: "How could you do this!"

Jess took out her mobile phone: "One of my subordinate sons admires you very much, hugs you...you know."

Leonardo thought of the video he watched last time, and his eyes darkened: "Don't go too far! I will call the police!"

Jess stared at him and said, "You won't, because the help I want from you is trivial to you."

Leonardo was puzzled at first, and then asked unconsciously, "What do you want me to do?"

Jess came here in person because it was impossible for other people to persuade Leonardo: "I opened a film production company, and I plan to invest in film projects. I want you to be the leading actor. Press conferences, participate in media campaigns, shoot some pre-publicity posters."

Leonardo's eyes grew bigger and bigger: "What do you want to do?"

"It's just to get some investment." Jess seemed to be understating it, but actually the words went straight into Leonardo's mind: "I won't involve you in it."

Leonardo shook his head: "You are engaging in financial fraud. If I agree, I will be an accomplice!"

Jess said: "How could it be an accomplice? You are just a victim, a victim who was fraudulently used by the film company because you liked the script and the characters."

She is not yet at the second level, and her persuasion is limited: "I will not raise funds from Hollywood film companies, and the target is overseas investors. As long as you stand firm as the victim, the impact will not be great."

Leonardo thought unconsciously.

Jess continued, "You want something to be in the media all over the world? In the police mailbox?"

The two chatted for about 10 minutes, and Leonardo left in a daze. Although he didn't directly nod in agreement, he had a deep-rooted thought in his heart—this matter cannot be refused!

(End of this chapter)