Superman of the American Comics

miss?

Where is Miss?

Howard looked confused.

He stood up, looked out of the window and found nothing unusual.

"This is the 22nd floor."

Howard laughed and wondered if Luke had heard wrong.

There is nothing to rely on outside. Those who can climb up with their bare hands are afraid that they are not a humanoid spider.

"So you still haven't got rid of your fixed cognition."

Luke shook his head helplessly and was determined to completely break Howard's rigid thinking.

The eyes coagulated slightly and the high-temperature rays burst out.

He had great control, did not break the glass and made amazing movements.

But like laser cutting, cut the French window open the channel.

"The hotel manager shouldn't ask us for compensation?"

Howard had nothing to say. He was a little nervous now for fear of a vampire jumping out of the window.

The heavy shadow left in the heart can not be eliminated so quickly.

"It's so cold outside that it looks like it's going to rain, Vampire... Are you sure you don't come in to avoid the rain? My room is quite large."

Although the vampire hiding outside had a very slow heartbeat, Luke still noticed it.

Through the brick wall structure, super vision scans a graceful figure like a gecko firmly stepping on the smooth window.

The almost static breathing sound fell on his ear, very clear.

"Worthy of Superman."

A few seconds later, a slightly cold voice came.

A tall woman with a long black windbreaker outside and a tight one-piece leather coat inside hung upside down above the French window.

Just a jump, he flashed in from the hole opened by the hot line of sight.

Flexible and agile, completely beyond the scope of ordinary people.

"Vampires look... Very good."

Howard stepped back and stood behind Luke.

The tall woman who appeared in the room had short black shoulder length hair and a delicate face filled with cold.

The snow-white skin reflects the light like white porcelain.

Especially those eyes, flashing a firm look.

Another iceberg queen!

Howard glanced and blamed the other party on the type of white queen.

It is a beautiful creature that makes male creatures have a desire to conquer and a sense of satisfaction.

It will be very to Luke's appetite. He always likes it.

Howard gave a silent look and thought silently.

"Why? Now vampires regard the commandments of the three temples as a piece of paper?"

Luke ignored the old habit of Howard. He was very polite and extended his hand to invite the Vampire Lady who visited late at night to a seat.

Now the European continent is the home of dark creatures.

This pattern will not change until after the cold war.

At that time, vampires and werewolves gradually moved to North America.

"Mr. lieutenant general joked. Whoever dares to ignore the order of the supreme mage will find his own way to death."

The tall woman, expressionless, sat down on a separate sofa, keeping a distance from Luke and Howard.

"However, there was an explosion near Moulin Rouge tonight. I'm a 'death Walker' within the family. I have the responsibility to trace the reason behind it and see if the werewolves are secretly plotting something."

"I followed your side... The residual smell of that friend, all the way to the hotel, which led to this misunderstanding."

Compared with Rania, who lost her wisdom when she smelled blood, the Vampire Lady's attitude was much more polite, allowing Luke to omit the part of doing it himself.

Every time he meets a guy who can't communicate, he can only have friendly communication at the physical level.

To tell you the truth, it's a little tiring.

"What a coincidence, this lady - what do you call it?"

Luke asked.

"Serena."

The other party's answer was concise and comprehensive.

"Well, Miss Serena, the question you just mentioned is exactly what I want to say."

Luke restrained his smile and his voice became less gentle.

"Since the three temples issued commandments and signed contracts with the leaders of the dark world such as vampires and werewolves, there have been few vicious incidents of foraging and hunting humans without permission - relatively speaking."

"I've read the records of the temple in New York. For at least 30 years, no vampire family has committed such a crime."

"The last time I went back to the Austro Hungarian Empire, a noble couldn't bear the desire of bloodthirsty and hurt an innocent girl. Later, he was dragged into the sun by the temple mage and tortured by exposure to the sun."

Luke paused and looked at Serena's face.

The other party didn't feel angry and didn't seem to have deep feelings for his fellow countrymen.

"But not long ago, my friend Howard stark was attacked by a female vampire named Rania."

Luke pointed to Howard as an outsider, who was very cooperative and nodded hard.

"Since you are the 'death Walker' of the family, you should know the consequences of violating the temple commandments. I hope - by the way, which family are you?"

"We are led by Victor and Marcus."

Serena replied.

"At present, there are three elders, and Marcus presides over the family affairs. Victor is still sleeping."

Luke raised his eyebrows, looked aggressive, and continued, "then you have to tell me and my friends."

"Lieutenant general, there is no woman named Rania in our family."

Serena frowned and explained, "I checked the scene. Although she... Is not adult, from the memory of blood residue, we can know that she does not belong to our family."

"It's not convincing."

Luke shook his head without giving in.

"Paris is the home of vampires, and Moulin Rouge is the living area of your family. If my friend is attacked, no matter where Rania comes from, you must give a satisfactory explanation."

Serena frowned more tightly, her eyes became cold, and her right hand leaned under her windbreaker.

"You're a little unreasonable, lieutenant general."

She said angrily.

"Don't make any small moves, Miss Serena. It will deprive you of your only dignity."

Luke didn't care about the tension. He picked up the glass on the table and drank the last sip of whisky.

"Anyone should cherish the opportunity that others are willing to sit on the table with you."

"Because removing it is tantamount to declaring the rules of the game invalid."

"At that time, you and your family will only end up worse."

Luke looked down and played with his glass and said with a smile, "Miss Serena, you think I'm unreasonable. That's what you've never seen - real barbarism."

"Is this a threat?"

Serena took a deep breath, and the beautiful curve wrapped under the leather coat was another obvious fluctuation.

"No, it's a reminder."

Luke put down his glass and said seriously, "the reason why I kept patient was that I didn't send troops to rush to your family, blast open your door with shells, and drag all the drunken vampires into the sun and dry them into a pile of ashes."

"It's not because you are so beautiful that I can't bear it. It's not because vampires are terrible that I'm afraid."

"Your ancestors and I are colleagues. Lieutenant general covinus, we have to give him some face."

Serena, with a straight personality, originally wanted to draw a gun and punch more than a dozen holes in the young lieutenant general in front of her.

But when she heard the last sentence, she was stupid.

"What are you talking about?"