The strong man of national art in the United States

Chapter 142 Dickon's Ambition

In the dark room, a figure whose face could not be seen clearly sat alone on a high seat.Underneath, dozens of figures with scarlet blood eyes stared silently at the figures on the stage, drinking glass after glass of abnormally bright red wine, which was made from blood mixed with wine, which made vampires extremely intoxicated.

In the old days, it would have been a carnival.The wine mixed with blood numbs their nerves, and they take advantage of the passionate rock music to release their endless desires.

But now, they were silent like cicadas, creating a dignified and strange atmosphere, which was exclusively enjoyed by the person on the stage.

But it was obvious that he was not satisfied.The mellow wine slipped down the throat and flowed into the stomach, but it left a mouth full of sourness!

despair!despair!despair!despair!despair!despair……

The sound of hurried and regular footsteps suddenly sounded, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Then, amidst creaking sounds, a hurried figure opened the door and walked quickly to the center of the room.

"How's the situation?" The figure on the stage put down his wine glass, poked his head out from the darkness, revealing an unusually handsome face.

If it weren't for those bloody and bewitching eyes that exposed his true identity, no one would believe that this man who can win the world with his looks alone is actually a dirty and ugly vampire in his bones!
The figure who had just entered the room was terrified, and quickly took off his hood to reveal his true face, and replied in a calm tone as much as possible: "Boss, just now, a man of Chinese descent went with four mutants. The church where we lived in seclusion before."

As soon as this remark came out, all the vampires in the arena immediately gasped, and couldn't help secretly rejoicing in their hearts that they had escaped.

"So, the reason why Quinn and the others failed was because of these damned mutants!" Dickon said indifferently, but every vampire present could feel the monstrous anger hidden behind the calmness.Now there is only one primer missing, and it can be detonated instantly!

No vampire was willing to make this introduction, all the vampires kept their mouths shut, trying to minimize their sense of existence.

"Yes, according to the on-site photos from the abandoned factory, it was indeed these mutants who did it." Stephen puffed up his chest and replied with a trembling voice.

"Mutants, mutants! Why the hell would there be mutants meddling in our affairs!" Dickon waved his fists angrily, fighting with the invisible enemy.

But anger is only a temporary thing. Now that he has chosen to take this path, Dickon has also made early preparations for failure and death.But now, he is only a small step away from success, no matter what difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, he will never give up!

"How did you do the finishing work, didn't they catch your tail?" Dickon asked.

"No problem, they couldn't find any useful clues." Stephen quickly replied affirmatively.

Only then did Dickon nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Very well, now it's just the last step, and there must be no mistakes."

Many vampires off the field repeatedly said yes, not daring to refute at all.

"My fellow citizens, it is already the 21st century, not the ignorant Middle Ages anymore!
The pure-bloods have been aloof for thousands of years, and the life of luxury and money has long corroded his spirit and hollowed out everything about them.The seemingly incomparably powerful pure-blood empire will collapse with just a slight push.

The future belongs to us, to the mixed blood vampires! "

The passionate oath popped out of Dickon's mouth, which immediately aroused the echo of the audience.Every vampire present was awakened to fight, and the fanaticism spread instantly, making them intoxicated in the beautiful fantasy of the future.

Looking at the excited crowd of vampires in the audience, Dickon had an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and it was so fleeting that none of the vampires noticed it.

"An empire belonging to mixed-blood vampires will surely be built on the graves of pure-bloods.

For this reason, becoming the immortal blood god is the key to our success.

Now, please tell me, when will the twelve pure-blood vampires we captured alive arrive in New York? "

"Boss, twelve pure-blooded vampires will be escorted to New York tomorrow night." A beautiful figure stepped forward and replied excitedly.

"Very good," Dickon quickly walked up to the beautiful figure, and frivolously picked her chin with one finger, his eyes darting back and forth on her beautiful figure: "Mercury, I will leave this matter to you. You go and do it, and you must bring twelve purebloods to the altar. This is your task, understand?"

Mercury smiled charmingly, and put Dickon's finger in his mouth provocatively, twirling his dexterous tongue around it: "I can't wait to see the desperate expressions of those purebloods!"

"Very good!" Dickon bowed his head and kissed those alluring red lips affectionately, until Mercury curled up in his arms with heat all over, and then reluctantly ended the kiss of the century.

"There's one more thing that must be done for me." An indescribably eerie chill spread from Dickon's body, and even Mercury, who was immersed in carnality in his arms, froze and woke up completely. .

Dickon's sword-like sharp gaze swept over every vampire in the arena, and finally settled on Stephen.

"Stephen, I think you also know the reason why Quinn went to besiege the vampire hunters. In addition to cleaning up these troublemakers who always give us trouble, another reason is Wesley!

Although offering everything of the twelve pure-blooded vampires, the supreme blood god that was inevitably created still retains the vampire's weakness, even if this weakness has been weakened to the limit!
However, I will never allow this to happen!As long as there is weakness, it means that one day in the future we will face failure.

Wesley, the day walker, is the key to everything!

Only by obtaining his blood can a flawless blood god be created!
Stephen, can you bring Wesley to me? "

Hearing this, Stephen froze, and then replied tremblingly: "Boss, I know Wesley is the key.

However, Quinn had already failed, and he failed to succeed with more than 200 elite vampires.

Now, the power in our hands is simply not enough to complete this task!
Look, isn't this mission..."

"Hmm!" Dickon's expression darkened, he snorted coldly, and said, "Are you trying to reject me?"

Stephen's whole body was immediately alert. Facing Dickon's pressure, he could only reluctantly nod his head in agreement with a sad face.

"Very good." Dickon nodded in satisfaction, patted Stephen's shoulder with one hand, and said, "Your vampires and equipped weapons are at your disposal, be sure to bring Wesley here before tomorrow night! "

(End of this chapter)