Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

At noon, Hong Kong Island and Victoria Harbour, the heavy rain that lasted for a day and night finally dispersed completely.

In the command center of MI[-], the chief intelligence analyst, Ada, was summarizing and analyzing the approved trajectory of "Blood Hound" that had been collected throughout the morning.

To sum it up in one sentence, great results!
The crowd tactics, although a little clumsy and wasteful of people and money, are indeed the most effective method in the current era without sky eyes and surveillance.

So far, a total of 29 pieces of definite sighting information have been counted, basically either in high-end hotels or high-end nightclubs.

Ada gently supported the mirror frame, her voice was melodious, and she concluded in an orderly manner:
"It can be seen that the suspect, Dyson Wilson, is afraid of the sun, never haunts during the day, likes to have fun, pursues quality, is not only bloodthirsty, but also alcoholic, and he likes Scotch whiskey the most."

When he said this, Edaka paused for a moment, and frowned, as if he was a bit embarrassed by the judgment he had personally made.

He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, adjusted his breathing, and then continued:
"Judging from the trajectory of Dyson Wilson's behavior, as well as the interval between several sightings that occurred in the same time period.

The suspect should have the ability to temporarily increase the speed of movement without using vehicles, and the estimated limit speed can reach 150 yards. "

As soon as Ada finished speaking, there was a burst of inhalation in the command center, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Those present were all elites from the six divisions, and there was no Bai Ding at all. They all knew it in their hearts, and 150 yards was a very terrifying speed.

Basically, it is already the limit speed of ordinary civilian cars, and it can only be accelerated in a straight line.

Assuming that the human body can really explode at such a speed, then corresponding to his strength and musculoskeletal strength, it must be terrifying to an unimaginable level.

Needless to say, a proper monster!

Everyone aimed at Du Weiguo at the same time, because probably only this man nicknamed Shashen could deal with such a terrifying monster.

But at this moment, Du Weiguo had a dark face, smoking a cigarette silently, not to mention talking, without even raising his head.

Du Weiguo is angry with himself now, he did not hesitate to reveal the secret of teleportation before, and teleported directly to the Wenhua Hotel, but it was still a step too late, allowing the cunning bastard Xue Liao to escape.

Now that the snake has been stunned, the beast has no choice but to escape into the sewer, losing face, and it will be difficult to stop it in the future.

Du Weiguo still couldn't figure it out, so many accurate witnesses, but none of them happened near the crime scene, and no one saw flying humanoid creatures.

It can be seen from this that the blood lizard is extremely cunning. When it shows its original shape, or when it commits a crime, it is very cautious.

Also, logically speaking, Xue Liao should have been alarmed by the police search today, and he chose to escape when he saw that the situation was not good.

Liang Wenkui was not a fool, either. During the search, he first sent people to seal the front and back doors of the hotel, as well as the entrance to the basement, allowing entry and no exit.

During the period, no police officers were attacked, and no suspicious person was seen leaving, so how did it escape?Teleport?

And the most crucial point, Du Weiguo couldn't figure it out, according to the fierce fighting power shown by the blood beast.

Even if it was extremely weakened during the day, it would not be forced into the sewer by a group of ordinary policemen without any resistance.

The strong are often very proud, and such unscrupulous monsters like Xue Liao are even more arrogant and arrogant.

Damn, could it be that Uncle Jiu and I made a mistake, this bastard is afraid of the sun at all, didn't he escape from the sewer?
A mess of numbness, Xue Liao is really difficult to deal with!Slippery, mysterious, treacherous, cunning and cruel, the most troublesome thing is that it is invisible, it can't touch its body at all, and it has nowhere to exert its strength.

This beast can be regarded as the most powerful enemy Du Weiguo has ever met since his debut.

When he first came into contact with the Xue Liao case, Du Weiguo was full of confidence, somewhat disapproving, and even had a bit of a game mentality.

Unexpectedly, the boat capsized in the gutter and fell hard, even the woman beside her fell into it.

Now Xiaoqing's body is still cold, but Du Weiguo can only be helpless and furious. This long-lost sense of powerlessness is burning to the bone.

The more Du Weiguo thought about it, the more irritable he became, and his complexion became more and more ugly, gloomy like water, surging evil spirit, agitated uncontrollably, and the room was suddenly gusty, like a world of ice and snow.

"Wesley, you, what are you thinking?"

Uncle Jiu was sitting next to Du Weiguo, and he felt particularly strongly. The evil spirit came to his body, like a sharp knife, scraping him with pain and cold all over his body.

Unable to bear it any longer, Uncle Jiu could only bite the bullet and push him lightly.

"Hu~~"

Du Weiguo came back to his senses suddenly, opened his mouth and exhaled a long mouthful of condensed, turbid air, then suppressed the evil air, snuffed out the cigarette end, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Uncle Jiu, tell me, is it possible that Xue Liao didn't escape from the sewer at all?"

Uncle Jiu just took a breath, and when he heard Du Weiguo's question, he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, and his long eyebrows frowned:

"Well, why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

Du Weiguo smacked his lips and explained patiently:
"Uncle Ninth, think about it, Blood Liao is extremely strong, how could Liang Wenkui flee in fright with a group of military uniforms, and even got into the sewer."

When Uncle Jiu and Du Weiguo had just started talking, Lei Na cleverly approached him. At this moment, she interjected:

"Wesley, near the Oriental Mandarin Hotel, within a radius of 150 meters, there are no other residences at all.

I have sent people to thoroughly search all the shops and every corner within the range, and I have made sure that nothing is found. "

50 meters, this is what Du Weiguo and the others deduced, the limit of the teleportation distance of Blood Liao, Lei Na cautiously expanded the range to 150 meters for searching.

Du Weiguo frowned, thought for a while, and said quietly:

"Then what if it took advantage of the time difference between the search and teleported repeatedly to avoid the search?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head and denied the answer:

"Probably not, the supernatural power of teleportation cannot be consumed without consumption, it should not be able to be used so easily.

On the night Xiaoqing was killed, if this beast could teleport unscrupulously, Xiaoqing would not have been able to escape that far. "

Reina added another sentence:
"Even if it wants to take advantage of the time difference, it's unlikely. At that time, the police force on the scene was abundant, and the searches of all shops and corners were carried out almost simultaneously."

Hearing this, Du Weiguo became irritable again, and vigorously rubbed the green stubble that had just appeared on his chin, with a hoarse voice and a violent tone:

"Walking around, and frankly coming back again, if the bloody beast was really forced into the sewer, what was the reason?
Speaking of Datian, I don't believe that such an arrogant beast would be frightened by Liang Wenkui wearing a few military uniforms. "

Uncle Jiu's expression was also ugly, frowning in thought, Lei Na tentatively put forward a hypothesis:
"Wesley, is there a possibility that it will be severely weakened during the day, extremely weak, so weak that it is even worse than ordinary people?"

Du Weiguo didn't speak immediately, but tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his fingers. After a long silence, he suddenly changed the topic:
"Maybe, by the way, Reina, you replied to that Lancelot earlier, did he reply again? Have you found the source of the radio station?"

Lei Na was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, with a helpless tone:
"No reply. As for the source of the radio frequency, it can only be initially locked in the Nansha Islands in the Pacific Ocean, but that area is basically no man's land."

Du Weiguo frowned, pondered for a while, and knocked lightly on the table:
"So, this Lancelot should be on the ship, using the mobile radio to contact you, Reina, you can check it based on the distance line and time line."

Lei Na's eyes were a little wandering, and she glanced at Uncle Jiu indiscriminately. This level of secrets cannot be leaked at will, which violates the secrecy discipline.

But Reina just thought for a short moment, and said honestly:

"Well, I have already checked. There are a total of 7 ships on this route and on this timeline. Among them, 2 ships will arrive in Hong Kong tomorrow.
One that departs from Kuala Lumpur can basically be ruled out, and the other is the cargo ship King, which sailed from Suez, and is expected to arrive at Victoria Harbor at 9:30 tomorrow morning. "

Du Weiguo's expression became a little elusive, and his tone was profound and teasing:
"Freighter? Heh, this paladin of the round table really abides by the spirit of chivalry, and is quite hard and simple. I hope that the honorable knight can really deal with the blood beast."

Leina was so choked by Du Weiguo that she rolled her eyes and was speechless. Uncle Nine was at a loss when he heard it. Although he knew the matter was confidential, he should play dumb.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Jiu was so curious that he couldn't bear it anymore: "What round table paladin?"

Du Weiguo smacked his lips, ignored Lei Na's eyes, and replied loudly:

"Uncle Nine, to be honest, we don't know who this guy is. I guess it should be your western counterpart, a monk who specializes in subjugating demons."

The next day, at 9:2 a.m., Victoria Harbour, cargo ship wharf.

A half-new freighter slowly docked and anchored. Du Weiguo, Lei Na, Uncle Nine, and a large group of elites under the command of Six Divisions were already waiting on the pier.

On the cargo ship, the sampan was slowly lowered, and a tall and straight figure stepped down first. This was a middle-aged white man with a solemn expression.

Looking at his age, he is about 50 years old, around 182, with deep facial features, sharp edges and corners, chestnut hair, thick beard, a pair of slender eyes, and divine light.

This unrefined, middle-aged handsome guy was wearing a dusty waterproof oil-wax trench coat, carrying a half-person-high backpack, walking like a dragon and a tiger, with an extraordinary bearing.

After the handsome old man got off the boat, his sharp eyes swept over the people waiting on the shore, and without hesitation, he walked straight towards Du Weiguo.

His eyes were very sharp and full of aggression, meeting Du Weiguo's gaze, sparks seemed to fly in the air, numb.

The handsome old man strode forward and walked straight to about 5 meters in front of Du Weiguo, then stopped and opened his mouth to speak.

His voice was nice, deep and deep: "I am Lancelot from the Council of Order, how many women have been killed by the blood fangs?"

Lancelot spoke authentic British English, with an indescribable archaic rhyme, without a word of nonsense, and went straight to the point.

Du Weiguo's tone was cold, unceremonious, and straightforward:
"Nine, Lancelot, can you find it?"

Lancelot glanced at him, frowned, and said in a cold tone, "Who are you? Hong Kong Island Police, or MI[-]?"

Lancelot's eyes were unruly, dissatisfied, and Du Weiguo became angry immediately, his eyes narrowed, flashing a dangerous light, and his tone became colder:
"I'll ask again, do you have a way to find the Blood Fang?"

Lancelot also had a violent temper, his eyes flashed with anger, he put the backpack behind him on the ground heavily, and said in a harsh tone:

"I ask, who are you?"

Following Lancelot's questioning, an indescribable aura suddenly rose from his body, as if Mount Tai was overwhelmed, he came towards Du Weiguo, this is his unique evil spirit!
Damn!court death!
Du Weiguo was already holding back his anger, as if a volcano was about to erupt, and it would explode at one point, but now that he was provoked by Lancelot, he couldn't hold it down immediately.

His eyes sharpened sharply, and a real evil spirit shot up into the sky, like a huge wave, and smashed back towards Lancelot fiercely.

The two evil spirits collided together, like sparks colliding with the earth!
Even though it was sunny and sunny, a strange whirlwind suddenly rose up in the arena. The bone-piercing cold wind made everyone's clothes flutter, and they couldn't help but retreat.

As soon as the expert stretched out his hand, he knew whether it was there. The eyes of Du Weiguo and Lancelot almost showed a look of dignity at the same time, rivals!

During the turmoil, Uncle Nine was still calm, and stretched out his hand to push Leina hard, pushing her to the front.

After all, she is the official commander-in-chief of Hong Kong Island and has the right to speak. Reina is not stupid. After stabilizing her figure, she quickly raised her arms and shouted:
"Mr. Lancelot, I'm Reina, the head of MI[-]. This is the special consultant I invited, Mr. Wesley, to help us eliminate the blood fangs."

At this moment, Du Weiguo has regained his composure. No matter who this Lancelot is, he has come all the way to help.

As a half-master, he should not lose his manners because of emotion and reason. Du Weiguo was not a stubborn master, and he corrected when he knew his mistakes.

Calm down, and immediately apologize in a sincere tone:

"Mr. Lancelot, I'm sorry, I just had a bad attitude. My relatives were killed by blood fangs, so I got a little impatient."

The old handsome guy was already ready to go downhill, but when he heard Du Weiguo's apology, he immediately showed his expression, and his tone became calm:

"Mr. Wesley, please forgive me, I was a little rude just now."

Du Weiguo took the initiative to extend his hand:

"Mr. Lancelot, I hope we can cooperate happily, and get rid of this beast as soon as possible, so that he will be ashamed!"

Lancelot shook hands with him tightly, with a sincere tone:

"Okay, Mr. Wesley, it's a happy cooperation. The blood fang is powerful. I was a little nervous at first, but with your help, it must be unable to escape this time."

A moment later, in the command center of the Sixth Division, Du Weiguo frowned and spoke in surprise:

"Lancelot, what do you mean to say that the blood beast has been raging for hundreds of years?"

Just now, Lancelot gave you a popular science about the predecessor of the blood beast. This animal first appeared in Norway in 1862. It is unknown where it came from.

Du Weiguo's speculation is not bad. The blood beast has infinite power, has fleshy wings on its back, can fly, can teleport for short distances, has no smell on its body, has hair, and has the ability to make people fall asleep.

In addition, it can indeed change into the appearance of any human being, but its transformation ability is not arbitrary, and it can only be used once every three months.

Bloodhound is strong, but it is not without weaknesses, and it has many weaknesses.

Afraid of ultraviolet rays, sterling silver, flames, and extremely bloodthirsty, every once in a while, he must suck a sufficient amount of special blood.

Hearing Du Weiguo's question, Lancelot exhaled smoke, flicked the ash on his cigar, with a gloomy expression and a melancholy tone:
"That's right, it has been doing evil on the European continent for hundreds of years, and more than thousands of people have been killed by it one after another.

Our Order Society, 3 generations, has been chasing it for 86 years, with many casualties, and now I am the only one left. "

The organization that Lancelot belongs to is called the Order Society, and it has nothing to do with the shitty warriors of the Round Table. It's just an underground association of capable people in Europe.

The advocate of the Society of Order is a wealthy earl in Europe, and he is also a person of ability.

They live in seclusion in the city, never participate in politics, and do not accept employment. They only devote themselves to hunting the monsters that ravage the world.

What happened to the Society of Order was indeed tragic, but at this moment Du Weiguo couldn't care less about empathizing with Lancelot's sadness, and asked eagerly:
"Lancelot, why did it suddenly come to Hong Kong Island?"

Upon hearing this question, Lancelot's eyes became even more sad, and seemed a little moist, but his tone was calm:

"Before, my son Oakland and I found an opportunity on the outskirts of Chalkis, severely damaged it, and then chased it all the way to Athens. It was desperate and escaped on a freighter."

Hearing this, Du Weiguo's expression immediately became awe-inspiring, and a sense of sympathy emerged spontaneously. Just now Lancelot said that he is the only one left in the Order Council, so the fate of his son is self-evident.

It's no wonder that the old man has such a temper. His son died just now, and no one can calm down. Du Weiguo admired him, looked solemn, and said in a solemn tone:
"My condolences, Mr. Lancelot."

Lancelot sighed softly, quickly adjusted his mentality, his face was calm, and his tone was solemn:
"Fighting against evil and sacrificing is the destiny of our order. Oakland deserved his death. I am proud of him."

Hearing Lancelot's slightly secondary speech, Du Weiguo suddenly remembered a rotten street saying in later generations, the world is dilapidated, but there are always people who are willing to mend it.

Uncle Jiu couldn't understand English, so he didn't know what he was talking about. He was so anxious that he couldn't stop winking at Lei Na.

In fact, Lei Na was also in a hurry. Finally, when he was speaking with Du Weiguo, he spotted the gap and hurriedly asked:
"Mr. Lancelot, how can we lock the blood fangs now?"

Lancelot took a sip of his cigar, held it back for a long time in an unfathomable way, and only said one word:

"Wait."

My mother, when I heard this, the veins on Du Weiguo's forehead suddenly popped up, and he was so angry that he burst into flames, wishing to kick his old face directly.

This word is so simple and easy to understand that even Uncle Jiu understood it, and almost jumped up on the spot and pinched Lancelot's neck.

Fortunately, Lancelot explained in a leisurely tone, and a murder was avoided.

"I can't help it. The blood stalk will only release a unique smell when it hurts people. At that time, I can track it!" (End of this chapter)