Abyss Express

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sky was still black.

The sun stretched out on the horizon, as if shivered by a gust of cold wind, it immediately got into the thick clouds, hid back in the bed and slept late.

Everything went according to plan.

Sixteen noble guests came to the Red Queen Parish. They were all young, beautiful, dignified and polite gentlemen and ladies, and they took the family as the unit.

The Bloody Brotherhood in the XC area has a more punk style of painting. Most of them are small groups of three or four chatting and whispering. Most of them have tattoos and piercings. They wear smoky makeup and look like they haven't woken up.

Life on the north bank of the Thames is much more decent. Most of the men wear checkered shirts. They are either farmers or programmers, and the women are full-time wives. They can wear whatever they want, how comfortable they are, these The guy calls himself [Winterhold people], which was merged from three sects.

There were a total of 277 people on the list, and 268 people were present.

Nine people were absent, including Mary, the mistress of the Rose Sect, Maggie, the blood priest, Leonardo and the two blood princes.

The remaining four just arrived——

——is the representative of the Red Queen sect, godfather Leon, godmother Barbara, and their newly adopted godson, a pair of twins, Big Henry and Little Henry.

Jiang Xueming was worried at first that these vampires would cause trouble during the parking security check process, but he didn't expect Winston Spencer's communication skills to be so powerful.

This forty-year-old uncle is like a demon in human skin. His mouth can confuse people with evil words.

He talked about court scandals with the nobles of the Red Queen, and also talked about social etiquette at the table. He gave enough face and fun, and he could naturally take away the lining and guns in the arms of these freaks.

He and the rebellious punks of the Bloody Hands Brotherhood call each other brothers, speak slang, make gestures and code words, talk about drug sources, and talk about new product prices in gun shops in the same way, as if he has really been on the edge of crime for many years. terrorists.

He talked with the family members of Winterhold about the popularity of TIKTOK, and he also took out a picture of the industry status of popular Internet companies from his dress, even clearly marked which boss liked PUA and workplace harassment.

But after a while, Uncle Winston also talked to these farmers about the price of the new licensed diesel-powered harvester, and there is the lowest price purchase channel.

Xue Ming was fascinated by what he heard, so he went to Mr. Winston's side.

Immediately afterwards, the old uncle enthusiastically introduced——

"—Let's not mention the recipe of blood tofu for the time being. It is a kind of Chinese delicacy. How about letting this charming nun teach you in person? Ladies? She is Chinese!"

Jiang Xueming was stunned for a while, then saw three housewives approaching them with bright smiles and fangs, chattering about Chinese food and Chinese blood, and finally Chinese vampires like Chinese zombies.

Winston's move attracted the attention of most of the people of Winterhold for no other reason——

——Heavyweights are on the scene.

From a distance, I saw a stretched Lincoln parked beside the cemetery, and got out of the car. The godfather and godmother of the Red Queen sect.

They all had dark Germanic hair, deep eyes, and three-dimensional features.

Godfather Leon is six and a half feet tall, a first-class broad-shouldered sky tree, as strong as a lion, with a red suit, black tie, white shirt, and spotless leather shoes.

Godmother Barbara wore a mink fur in the cold winter wind, which was the same red color as her husband, as if she was not attending a funeral, but her wedding with her husband.

Her pair of almond-shaped small eyes are piercing, coupled with a slutty nose and peach-shaped lips that are ruthless, it is obvious at a glance that she is a top-notch bitch who is not easy to mess with.

From the two sides of the front of the car, a pair of spirited guys emerged from the driver's seat and the co-pilot. They were the two godsons who had just joined the church—the rising stars of the Red Queen parish.

Like Leon, the Henry brothers also have beautiful black and reddish hair.

Their faces are full of spring breeze, and when they smile, their big blue eyes are narrowed into a slit. That kind of smile, coupled with the tacit understanding of the two brothers leading the way, and the wonderful figure of the tiger back and waist, will definitely make any girl on INS Tourists croaked on the spot.

Winston immediately went up to greet each of them.

Surprisingly, the godfather Leon respected the white dove knight very much.

Mr. Leon bowed slightly under the eyes of everyone, and said to Mr. Winston: "Long time no see."

Winston was full of energy, and answered with his head held high: "It must not be long for you! The last time I saw these two little guys, they were still fighting in the baby pool. We haven't seen each other for at least twenty years." See you! Right?"

Leon nodded—

— Lady Barbara immediately screamed.

"So you know this bird man who talks about people behind his back?! Leon, do you know how he described me to the reporter of the Guardian!?"

Winston murmured: "I'm just telling the truth, madam. Your cheating is nothing new."

"Don't! Fuck it! In front of my godson! Say these things!" Barbara screamed every word, "Otherwise I"

Halfway through the speech, Godfather Leon used his eyes to drink away the poor wife.

Brother Henry approached Uncle Winston and asked in a low voice.

"Long time no see, Uncle, we miss you very much"

"Uncle, how did you meet the godfather?"

Winston didn't have a good face. When dealing with these little beasts, he always cut straight to the point and went straight to the point.

"Who did you learn to approach? Just tell me, I only changed diapers for you. Are you a natural child prodigy? Can you remember when you were two years old when you wet the bed, busy in and out of your bed?" A strange uncle? Your tone of acting as an acquaintance to me is really cold-blooded and heartless——is it so strange?"

The voice has not yet fallen——

——Winston bent his head and brought it close to Big Henry's ear.

"You must want to know about the godmother's scandal, right? Maybe you can get into the heart of the Red Queen's sect power? You are so naive, kid. Do you think Barbara would care about such gossip? If she really cared so much , I should not live today."

—Winston then leaned closer to little Henry's ear.

"And you, boy, although you took a good shower before going out to wash off the perfume on your godmother, you must have played very, very high last night! You had a very, very big time, you forgot to wash your ears and eyes— —I smell Swarovski’s perfume, it’s the Cheetah one.”

Little Henry panicked and wanted to cover Mr. Winston's mouth, but the cunning old uncle swayed and immediately hid behind Godfather Leon, muttering.

"How dare you use such cheap perfume to deal with your godmother. It seems that she really likes you two. Children raised by blood clans are rare these days."

Little Henry's eyes were red: "Godfather! He spit blood!"

Winston hooked Leon's shoulder, showing a terrifying smile——

"——I met this guy at the Sandhurst Royal Military Academy. He shared a dormitory with me. At that time, he was not a blood race. After graduation, we had no contact with each other. After all, he is now so prosperous, it is different."

Leon tilted his head, glanced at his wife and children in name, but in fact his business partner—no expression.

Little Henry and the tycoon have their own ghosts and stop talking to each other.

They would never have guessed that a homeless man who kept pigeons in St. James's Park had so much energy and such deep social connections.

Godfather Leon said to Winston in a low voice: "These two godsons have very good qualities, they are excellent seeds. In fact, in these years, I hope that you will educate them. You are a very shrewd person, but it's a pity. "

Winston put his palms together and prayed: "I believe in religion, but I don't believe in cults."

When he heard the word [cult], a hint of anger flashed across Leon's face, which meant cruelty and determination, and he quickly returned to calm.

"Whatever you say, I've always been in need of a deputy. This time you organized the funeral for the blood collector in the Red Queen Parish. I thought you would save me a little bit of favor. You wanted to do things for me, as a gesture of goodwill to me. Signal—so there seems to be another reason?"

Winston began to run the train with his mouth full, smiling and pointing at the funeral staff behind him.

"Did you see these young men?"

Then he pointed to the nun Jiang Xueming.

"Do you think these two boys have excellent quality? Is it the future backbone of your Red Queen parish?"

Then point to Meteor.

"Compared to these young people around me, they are like fireflies, trying to compete with the bright moon and the scorching sun."

Finally point to 3301.

"Even if it's the direct bloodline of the Green Gold Wolf Mother, Mistress Mary can recruit her under her command."

The weird silence lasted just five seconds.

In those five seconds.

Leon and Barbara thought hard.

Wondering if Winston Spencer was lying.

Little Henry and Big Henry tried hard to feel the spiritual pressure of these people with inspiration.

The brains of the family of four are running fast, trying to figure out the inner meaning of the funeral.

Leon's face immediately changed, and he began to speak in a low voice, speaking kindly to Winston, and wanted to ask everything clearly.

"You said that these young people are all members of the Rose Sect? They are about to become the upstarts of the Rose Sect?"

"Maybe?"

"Are they noble? What is their family background?"

"It's not a noble species, but it can definitely become a nobleman."

"Spencer, tell me honestly, are these unknown Chinese people your nomination certificate dedicated to Mistress Mary? Do you want to do something for her?"

"No! I never said that! Don't swear!~"

"That is to say, I still have a chance now? Can I still win over these excellent seeds of power?"

"Are you moved?"

"You don't know, you don't understand, ordinary people like you can't feel Reiatsu at all—the Reiatsu that my two godsons tried their best to release is not even as good as that little nun angrily explaining how Chinese food is. When I was doing it, I was inspired by the inferior perfume on the old hat of Winterhold, and I sneezed lightly."

"So you're moved?"

"I am really moved. Can you introduce these young people to me? Spencer? In fact, I have always wondered why there is no inspiration for such an outstanding person like you, a person with a strong will and a supernatural spirit like you. "

"Some things are destined."

Leon leaned into Winston's ear and whispered, "So, are you willing to help me with this? I promise you, no matter how much Mary benefits you, or anyone else wants to benefit you, I will give you double money." Bei, you know that I am not short of money, and you also know who my father is, you knew it twenty years ago."

Winston smiled meanly, pointed at Leon's humble appearance, and remained silent for a long time.

Until Barbara started to get angry, and the anger spread to the two restless godsons.

Winston finally said, "Brother, why don't you just go and strike up a conversation with that little nun?"

Leon's expression was astonished and surprised: "Can I talk to her directly?"

Winston lied without blushing: "Go to the confessional."

Leon then asked, "Is she a devout Christian?"

Winston: "Yes, are you surprised?"

Leon: "What are you going to say?"

Winston: "Don't talk about money. She doesn't like people talking about money with her. It's better to count how many crimes you have committed—repent sincerely."

Leon: "Don't lie to me."

Winston: "Aha! Are you afraid? Are you afraid? Are you afraid of a little girl?"

To be honest, Godfather Leon is not afraid of that little nun with transcendent essence——

——All his guilt and timidity came from Winston Spencer's mouth.

There is something magical about this man.

In school days, Winston Spencer was already this ugly and scruffy look. It seemed that he had never grown up or aged, and that greasy, disgusting yet shrewd demeanor made Leon feel a strong awe from the bottom of his heart.

That is a very scary means of survival.

At the Sandhurst Royal Military Academy, Spencer's mouth alone blocked countless troubles for Leon.

It wasn't until Leon entered the blood clan society, started the cruel and bloody selection of gangsters, and climbed up step by step from the Red Queen Parish. After many years, he realized that this is a kind of diplomatic speech, a terrifying magic, and it is almost impossible to say anything. .

He had always hoped that Winston would return to him, even if he didn't become a vampire, just by relying on this mouth, he could capture the hearts of many people and open the doors of death to many people.

But this eccentric white pigeon knight really wholeheartedly serves the motherland, hates the blood race from the bottom of his heart, and never wants to join forces with demons.

At this very moment—

——Leon was afraid that this old friend who still had some old feelings would suddenly turn around and start to harm him.

He cautiously took out his gun and handed over the precious and luxurious carved 1911 to his old friend as a ceremony of mutual trust.

"I believe you, Spencer. I'm going to go to her and make a confession. It will work, won't it? Can I have a few words with this Chinese? Make her feel good about me?"

Winston shrugged indifferently, and put away his gun: "You can even talk to her directly about marriage. I told you in the school dormitory, you are very handsome, especially when I am standing next to you."

Leon was not in the mood for joking: "You put your face closer, I don't believe you."

While taking away Matron Barbara's guns, Winston moved his hands and feet on Brother Henry, taking away all his weapons - he stretched his neck, widened his innocent and thieves' eyes, like a face The rotten drunkard who checked the traffic police for drunk driving.

Leon stuck out his tongue and gasped.

"You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Winston: "No!"

In the sweat tasted by Godfather Leon's tongue, all the pheromones indicated——

"—Very well, you didn't lie, I'll go right away."

After speaking, the Red Queen parish priest walked into the crowd of Winterhold.

Winston yelled: "The funeral starts at ten! You have more than half an hour! Quick!"

Leon turned back and waved his hand, full of style and very polite.

"Thank you, old friend."

Winston yelled very, very loudly, so that Jiang Xueming could hear him clearly: "This is a heavyweight! Can you feel it? The essence in her is the best! If you can keep her here, the next There will be a lot less trouble.”

Leon nodded: "That's right."

Winston: "Take her to the confessional and have a good chat. Melt her! You know what I mean, right? M·E·L·T! Make her soft! Melt!"

Godfather Leon showed a gratified smile, and his strong body pushed away a group of Mudbloods of Winterhold. The coercion from top to bottom made the enthusiastic housewives surprised, happy, angry and afraid.

He bowed his body to salute, and made an invitation with Jiang Xueming. He did nothing wrong, and led him to the quiet room of the chapel with one hand.

Jiang Xueming narrowed his eyes and observed the old nobleman.

Leon didn't ask for his name, which is not important to the blood race. He was talking about the doctrine with the nun to win over this immature heart.

"In the early days, Britain would tax the windows of houses. There is a free window in the church, which is the confession room. The confession room is a gift from God to sinners. Little girl from the East, you can give in the name of the Father. Is this a gift of mine?"

Jiang Xueming stood up from the side of the housewife, speaking concisely.

"Go! Follow me into the house!"

Winston squinted his eyes and clubbed Ms. Barbara's arm. When facing the vampire, he had almost no fear.

"Hey, your husband tried to hook up with a young and beautiful little nun. Can I tell the reporter about this? He's a lord, big news."

Barbara rolled her eyes, and immediately looked for her seat according to the seating order, without wanting to say a word.

The two godsons behind them wanted to keep up with the godmother——

"——No! No!" Winston changed into a stern expression without anger, "I have arranged other seats for you."

The tycoon said angrily: "Why?!"

Little Henry asked sullenly, "Why?!"

Winston Spencer clasped his toes high and high.

"Because you are not blood clans yet, how dare you use your ugly and humble bodies to sit in the ranks of the blood nobles? You are so brave!"

Brother Henry was speechless and wanted to turn to his godmother for help.

The godmother has gone away.

They turned to the godfather for help, and only Mr. Leon's cold and fierce eyes responded to them tens of meters away.

In the end, the two brothers obeyed obediently and sat in the back row according to Uncle Winston's instructions.

On the other end, Jiang Xueming sat behind the black curtain.

Godfather Leon squeezed into the narrow confessional and began to talk about his guilt.

Uncle Winston's teachings came from Xueming's wireless headset.

"I want him to confess to you. I told him that you are a devout Christian. I want to play the emotional card with you, trying to attract you and gain your favor in this way. Ms. Jiang Xueming—don't be surprised."

"You can see his eyes through a thin layer of black veil. Eyes can't lie. There is a clear difference between the subtle expressions of making up and remembering seriously."

"If he really opens his heart, it is when he is most vulnerable."

"The body temperature of a vampire is 19 degrees Celsius, and its muscle strength is more than four times that of a human. It has extremely strong vitality. Even if it is smashed into pieces, smashed into meat, put together and poured on a bottle of blood, it can barely survive."

"If you want to obtain this kind of power, you must pay a price."

"You know where and what the death gate of their bodies is."

"When Leon recalls the most regretful, painful, and saddest things in his life, and tells you about these sins sincerely—that is when the dead door of his heart is wide open."

"Don't let go of this opportunity. I believe you can do it. This is a small test question I asked you. It will definitely not be difficult for you."

"I don't know if Leon has the magical power that you call [Soul Power], but these are the things I can do for you."

"Good luck."

After settling down the guests, Winston Spencer walked lightly, sorting the weapons into one place in the tool room.

I saw that 3301 was at a loss, as if he hadn't done anything at all, and felt a sense of embarrassment that he couldn't help.

After all, Uncle Spencer was responsible for this matter. Teacher Sansan had no choice but to go to the canteen of the nearby post and telecommunications office to get two pies and come back to reward Uncle Winston.

One big and one small chatted without saying a word.

Teacher Sansan was very curious: "Uncle Winston, you are so good, how can you raise pigeons in James Park? You have been raising pigeons for so many years."

Winston ate the pie and talked about the past with Sansan.

"I came out of the Royal Military Academy, and I wanted to serve the country wholeheartedly. The non-commissioned officer in the navy has a problem with his character. He had an affair, and I beat him up."

"Then I entrusted my relationship and worked as a driver for a member of Parliament. On the first day of work, I found that this guy was greedy for money and lust. He used social relief as money for whoring. I threw him into the Thames River to feed the fish. He didn't die, so I was put in a cell. Squatting for sixteen years, unfortunately not life imprisonment."

"All the inmates in the cell have my classmates or senior brothers. They couldn't stand me, so they kicked me out early, gave money to the warden, and wanted to send me to a prison in Canada to serve my sentence. I escaped during the escort. ——As a result, the felons who were traveling with me tried to kill the prison guards, but I shot them in the head."

"So I commuted my sentence and was released. I worked as an administrator at the Post and Telecommunications Museum in St. James's Park. The last time the Chancellor of the Exchequer came to visit, he just took a look at me and thought I was too ugly, which would affect the beautiful image of the British Empire. Words, opening and closing my mouth, cost me my job."

"I wanted to get revenge on this bastard. I took two shits and threw it at his car. Then I was beaten up by the guards - I fled into James Park and they didn't dare to shoot because of the pigeons and gravestones in the park They are all cultural relics, worth more than my life."

"I came out of the labor camp at the age of twenty-five, and for twenty years since then, I have always thought that I might as well just raise pigeons and live like this-talk to the Guardian reporter every day in Downing Street The rumors about the scandal made these ministers fearful to serve the motherland."

"They can't kill me, they can't catch me, I'm the shadow in their hearts, I'm the demon in their dreams."

3301 was stunned——

——She is an underground person, and she has never seen such a fierce character who exercises her body and mind in the world of mortals.

She finished her fun and finally got down to business.

"Mr. Winston, I am back from the commissary, and there is a letter for you."

Winston took a look, his eyes became very complicated.

He kneaded the cat's paw prints in the bright red wax paint and scratched his hair.

A terrifying smile was squeezed out of the fierce and thin face.

He read the message in the letter.

"Jack Has Come To"

written request for leave

The company moved today, so I guess it will be busy for a while.

The air conditioner in the old site is very bad. The comic group members work in the high temperature of 30 degrees every day, so they have to find a way to move to a cooler place. I don’t know if there is enough time to update it!

If you miss the leave note, just pretend I didn't say it——

——If there is no update tonight, it should be zero o'clock or tomorrow to make up the second update!

PS:

Failed to ask for leave