The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 108 There will be artillery fire after the war
"Crack!"

"..."

Gwen, who was queuing up to leave from the underground garage of the shopping mall in her red Chevrolet, turned her head and glanced at the direction where the white light was flashing just now: "We have been photographed."

Kirk also turned his head and took a look.

"normal."

Kirk withdrew his gaze, pointed to the blocked road ahead, shrugged and said, "Not all reporters can swipe their faces to sneak into the front row, these reporters probably plan to take photos of these people fleeing, and then go back Write a report."

Centering on the Deacon Biological Building, which was burning raging fire, the roads within four blocks nearby were already congested in a disastrous manner at this moment.

Not only the people outside wanted to go out, but the reporters who were outside also wanted to rush in.

It's not...

The road is blocked.

Kirk looked at the road that he couldn't even move forward at the speed of a turtle, and couldn't help sighing: "Why do you have to get the car now, can't you do it tomorrow?"

When he and Gwen left from the National Recreational Park, they suggested going straight home.

But Gwen disagreed and insisted on coming here first to take out the car she had stored in the underground garage of the mall.

"no!"

Gwen lightly stepped on the accelerator, and stuck tightly to the front car, not giving any chance for cars in other lanes to get in: "Dad didn't know my identity yet, and thought I had already driven the car back And, at this time, I should be at home, not here."

George knew it now.

When you took off your hood just now, he was already in the sky.

Kirk thought so.

When the stealth Kunji fighter jet arrived in the sky, he knew it immediately.

but……

As Kirk has said many times before.

He didn't mind his identity being exposed at all.

It's not his style to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

Therefore, Kirk did not take any action to drive away George and others who were hidden in the sky.

But Gwen was different.

Kirk also intended to remind Gwen.

Never thought, and before he reminded, Gwen had already taken off her hood, and she didn't notice it at all, and probably didn't expect that someone was peeping from the sky.

Kirk thought for a while, looked at Gwen, and was about to tell Gwen that she had actually been exposed.

But Gwen stopped the car directly and unbuckled the seat belt.

Kirk raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing."

"You come and go."

Gwen opened the driver's car door, turned to Kirk and said, "If the traffic continues like this, I suspect that we may not be able to leave this block at dawn."

Kirk looked at Gwen who walked to him and opened the passenger door while talking, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

After half an hour.

Kirk drove straight into Fifth Avenue, and then drove the car to the entrance of the underground parking lot of the Star Building.

"Drip!"

"..."

The man on duty looked at the second-hand car with a low value, and then looked at Kirk who had the window down, and his eyes lit up: "Mr. Cullen."

The security guard quickly opened the gate and let them pass.

"Mr. Karen, the room has been cleaned for you."

"……thanks."

Kirk listened to the security guard's words, nodded, and led Gwen into the underground garage, asking curiously, "Do you know what he meant by what he just said?"

Gwen shook her head: "There is no property over there."

Her house is an old-fashioned single-family apartment building.

property?

Old fashioned house, not worthy of owning a property, especially with a bunch of senior property security retired from either the FBI or Langley.

33th floor.

After Kirk opened the door, he looked at the dining table that had been cleaned quickly and the broken glass that had been cleaned in the room, and he understood the meaning of the security words just now.

Gwen also understood, walked to the living room, looked around the cleaned floor, even the kitchen was cleaned up, and looked at Kirk: "So you said before, this house is yours. A good friend’s, but it’s not, you bought it.”

Kirk smiled without saying a word, and walked towards the wine cabinet.

Seeing this, Gwen followed Kirk to the bar, sat on the high stool, and watched Kirk take out a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet: "Actually, I should have thought of it earlier."

Kirk grabbed Bourbon and turned to look at Gwen.

"Think of what?"

"It's not like an undercover agent can afford a car when you're just starting out."

"Ha ha."

Kirk poured himself a glass of bourbon, smiled, and motioned to Gwen: "Would you like a glass?"

Gwen nodded: "Okay."

Kirk looked at Gwen in surprise.

"I thought you were going to use that excuse again to refuse."

"Am I under 21?"

"Yes."

"This time is an exception."

Gwen readily took Kirk's poured bourbon, and raised a glass to Kirk: "We protected New York City tonight, cheers!"

Kirk smiled and clinked glasses with Gwen.

"cheers."

"Ah."

Gwen drank the wine in the glass, then suddenly froze, swallowed the bourbon, and looked at Kirk: "Oops, I forgot to bring back my bag of vampire fangs."

When she charged towards the rooftop with George and the others, she pulled out a lot of vampire fangs trying to stop them.

"At least there are sixty or seventy."

"Where did you put it?"

"Rooftop."

Gwen thought of the last place where it was placed, and then thought of the rooftop that had disappeared now, and blinked: "You said, can you still find it from the ruins?"

Kirk smiled and said, "It's probably hanging."

The expression on Gwen's face suddenly became a little unhappy.

Seeing this, Kirk comforted him, "It's okay, I didn't lose those two bags, and it's actually not a good thing to have too many vampire fangs."

Gwen thought for a while: "Will the price be suppressed?"

Kirk hummed, and poured bourbon into Gwen's glass again: "Not all vampire hunters can pull out so many fangs in one night like us, so the price of buying vampire fangs on the black market will be higher." If it stays high, if someone continues to sell it with sacks, the vampire fangs will become worthless, and..."

Gwen looked at Kirk, who was halfway through speaking, and blinked.

"And what?"

"We waited a few days to sell."

"Ok?"

Kirk explained: "After tonight's incident was reported to the dark world, they knew that after the vampire group entrenched in New York City was wiped out, it would take two days for the news to be reflected on the black market. By then, In New York City, the price for purchasing vampire fangs is estimated to rise a bit."

Gwen's eyes lit up: "It can still go up. In your estimation, how much can we sell for those two bags?"

Kirk shook his head: "I'm not sure, but, if we conservatively estimate, we each share 50, the problem shouldn't be too big."

Gwen paused slightly as she raised her glass to drink.

"50?"

"There will only be more, not less."

Kirk said with a smile: "After all, we picked up the vampires who had already thought about it and slaughtered them. Most of the vampires you and George broke their fast later on were only a few years old."

This is why George and the others were able to rush to the rooftop so quickly.

Because in the Deacon Biological Building, some vampires with some years of combat experience had already been pulled out by Kirk and Gwen.

and so……

Those two bags of vampire fangs cost over a million yuan, so it wouldn't be a big problem.

After a few days, the purchase price of the vampire's fangs will skyrocket, and the fangs in his hand will be sold, adding two to one to five, one for Gwen, one for him, and at that time, no matter what, buy the first-class cabin back to Paris Tickets are enough.

Kirk's desire to return to Paris has not changed in any way.

what?
The whereabouts of the Dimensional Key is now in Aegis.

It's not urgent anyway.

Leaving aside, the reminder of the key of dimension is the same as no reminder. Just say that Kirk has been busy until now, and finally found what he wanted. Anyway, it is worth giving himself a vacation and resting.

and……

George also already knew his identity.

The NYPD may not be able to wait.

That being the case, it’s better to go back to Paris first, take a good rest, improve your Transcendence experience, and watch underwear shows by the way, and then come to New York City after Transcendent’s bottleneck, and find a way to find the key of dimension.

Ok.

So decided.

Kirk thought about it in his heart, and then nodded secretly.

at this time.

Sitting on the high stool opposite, Gwen, who had drunk three rounds and looked a little drunk, looked at Kirk with his right hand sideways to his cheek: "By the way, did you get what you wanted?"

Kirk returned to his senses and looked at Gwen: "What?"

Gwen looked at Kirk: "Are you okay?"

The corner of Kirk's mouth twitched: "Mine has always been fine."

you could put it that way.

But no one who has used it has anything bad to say.

Gwen blinked her eyes, brushed her hair together, and her eyes completed a beautiful arc.

Kirk looked at Gwen, whose cheeks were slightly drunk, and opened his mouth.

Gwen's smile was beautifully illuminated under the warm light of the bar.

But some of the words that came out were not very pleasant to hear.

"Really? I don't believe it."

"..."

Kirk raised his eyebrows, staring at his feet padded on the high stool, and then, leaning forward, with the tantalizing scent, he leaned closer to Kirk's ear: "Unless I see it with my own eyes."

Kirk paused while holding the wine glass, and looked at Gwen: "You're playing with fire."

Gwen smiled all over her face: "I know, why, are you scared?"

afraid?
I don't know how to write about fear in my life!
Kirk raised an eyebrow!

next second.

Boom!
The bourbon glass, along with the bourbon on the bar and other things, fell to the floor with a crackling at the moment when the two figures were entangled.

……

(End of this chapter)