Marvel's Magnetic Field Turns

In an abandoned factory somewhere in New York, a strangely dressed man in a white suit and a black cloak with inner red is sitting behind a table here, drinking Rydberg beer with neon squid with great interest , it seems that they are waiting for someone.

It was evening at this time, and in addition to the fact that this area is an abandoned factory, the electrical circuits and lighting facilities have long since lost their function for various reasons, making everything in the factory shrouded in shadows, and only a few places can see through the windows. coming sunshine.

Not long after, when the last rays of the setting sun disappeared on the ground, a group of obviously elite bodyguards formed a human wall, guarding a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes and walked in.

"Mr. Bill, welcome to your arrival, and Mr. Victor." When he saw the visitor, the man in the cloak raised his beer to signal, and then continued to drink by himself.

The middle-aged man named Bill waved his hand, and the bodyguards standing around him quickly spread out, inspected the factory building in an orderly manner with tactical flashlights, and guarded key corners.

After the negotiation between the two parties broke down, they could ensure that Mr. Bill could escape from here under their escort as soon as possible, and then get into the bulletproof car at the door.

Mr. Bill walked directly to the cloaked man, put the suitcase connected to his wrist with handcuffs on the table, and asked: "Where are the things we discussed?"

The difference between him and the man who was drinking is very obvious. Mr. Bill’s hair is meticulously styled with hair wax, and the suit he wears has not even a single wrinkle. It is obviously a high-end hand-made custom-made one, which makes him stand upright. At first glance, he is a successful member of the elite class. .

The latter's style was greatly reduced by the beer in his hand and the nondescript cloak on his body. Not to mention that the white suit he was wearing was rumpled and could be easily seen as cheap. His black hair was messy and he looked like a madman. More important than anything worthy of someone like Bill meeting in person.

The man in the cloak laughed: "It's always been here."

Mr. Bill nodded, opened the box after entering the password, and then turned the front to the man in the cloak.

The suitcase contained nothing valuable, just a tablet computer and external devices connected to it. However, in this era where Wi-Fi has not been widely promoted due to patent issues, I don’t know what technology this tablet uses. , the signal is full, and video calls can be made.

On the screen was a slightly aging face, an old man full of aristocratic aura. His skin was as pale as if he had never seen the sun; his eyes were blue, with a hint of coldness.

"Dr. Death." Victor's voice came from the speaker, dissatisfied with his elegant appearance, and there was a hint of impatience in his tone: "You said you have something vital to the vampires in your hands. I am very happy to cooperate with you." In exchange, if it's really worth that, I'll give you an oil mine as a reward."

The so-called blood clan is what vampires call themselves. This Victor, who communicated with Dr. Death through a tablet, is a pure-blood vampire, and his status in the vampire clan is second only to the thirteen pure-blood elders.

But the second is to be inferior to others. Under the pressure of power, Victor has been depressed and frustrated.

Vampires are immortal species. "How can there be a sixty-year-old prince in the world" is a joke in the vampire clan. The strongest pure-blood vampire is always in power in the clan, and the stronger the vampire, the longer their lifespan. Even Over the long years, he mastered a method of extending life that other vampires didn't know about, and then he always held the power.

A vampire with power like Victor could only be obedient and unable to get ahead. Unwilling to do so, it longed for power and a way to overthrow the thirteen elders. Then Dr. Death, who claimed to be from Shuka, approached it. Said that he had something in his hand that would change the pattern of the vampire world.

In Victor's memory, there is only one thing that can do what Dr. Death said, and that is the Book of the Blood God written by the Blood God Madora, which records the magic that only the Vampires can use and the self-evolution of the Vampires. method, get it, and Victor himself can leap into the sky and trample the thirteen elders under his feet.

The Book of the Blood God has always been in the hands of the Vampires, but only a few people know its whereabouts of this precious thing. Victor has always mistakenly thought that it was lost and was obtained by Dr. Death. It cannot but be said to be a wonderful misunderstanding. .

Unable to bear it any longer, Victor sent humans to work for him. After negotiating with Dr. Death, he chose this place for the meeting. As for the price to be paid in exchange for the Book of Blood God, Victor didn't care.

Facing humans whose average lifespan is less than a hundred years, the Immortals have a very obvious advantage. Their long lifespan allows their collections to become antiques and increase in value repeatedly, and the land they occupy has become sky-high with economic development.

Not to mention those rich people. After accumulating a lot of wealth and gaining power through wealth, what they pursue is longevity.In the age of underdeveloped technology, the best way to bring them a longer life is to let the vampires embrace themselves and become longer-lived vampires, and then continue to enjoy everything brought about by wealth and power.

After all, a vampire is a vampire, even if it is the eldest son of human beings in the scriptures, it is not a good thing. Those rich people usually need to sacrifice more than half of their net worth to get the chance to become a lower blood race.

In this way, the vampires completed the initial accumulation of capital without aggression or bloody oppression of the colonies.

After entering modern times, the importance of capital has become increasingly prominent. In addition to being actively supported by capitalists, vampires also know how to obtain more money through the capital in their hands. The experience accumulated over long years makes their vision particularly vicious. Even vampires We cannot keep up with the times, and there will still be people who are willing to work for vampires for wealth, power, or longevity.

Today, too many capitalist groups are inextricably linked to vampires. Although the statement that capitalists are all vampires is a bit exaggerated, it is a factual description. Nick Fury said that they will cause economic turmoil and lead to Global crisis, this is an accurate prediction.

As a high-ranking member of the vampire industry, Victor's wealth exceeded that of some small countries. It was nothing to exchange an oil field for him. Compared to the power and status gained after obtaining the Book of Blood God, it was nothing.

Dr. Death put the beer on the table and said, "Mr. Victor, you misunderstood. What I have in my hand may not be what you think."

As Dr. Death's voice fell, the empty factory building suddenly turned on lights. The strong light and dark changes temporarily blinded everyone except Dr. The arm clasped together by the suitcase shields the face; even Victor, on the other side of the screen, dodges subconsciously because of his fear of the sun.

"Don't be nervous, it's just ordinary lighting. What I said can change the pattern of the vampires is right in front of you." Dr. Death's slightly mocking voice sounded next.

Mr. Bill didn't feel the corrosive pain after being burned by the sun, so he lowered his arm and looked at Dr. Death for some reason.