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Nord frowned, did not refute, and did not put down his gun.

Lyons moved his gun and pointed at Owen: "This is not the commissioner of the search department."

"And this one, it seems that he didn't even know how to use a gun last year."

"Oh, and there's this, the head of the formation department, who we don't know how to draw spells."

"Nord, I don't even know when Blood Hunt became a piece of moldy bread with maggots."

Nord's hand on the gun is steady, which is the experience brought to him by countless times of witnessing death.At any time, the hand holding the gun must not shake.

Lyons is like him, they are hunters who survived the war with the blood clan.And behind him, those "detectives" with fat brains and shiny skin are nothing but "fakes" from the "New Era" who have injected money into blood hunting.

"You wait for me outside." Nord said, stuffing the silver gun into the holster around his waist, "Report to me anytime there are any visions."

Although the detectives looked dull after being scolded, they had an instinctive fear of force.Blood hunting is a place where blood is licked with the tip of a knife. A group of them come here in the name of "civilian" for oil and water, and gradually seek power and straighten their backs.But when it comes to raising a gun and holding a knife, you still have to be short.

The old housekeeper and Nord were old acquaintances, and they invited people in with a smile, and shut the outside agents out, even giving them a cup of black tea.

"I haven't seen you for a long time." The old butler put out the best black tea and added milk according to Nord's habit.

"Thank you." Nord picked up the spoon and said, "There are too many things for the guild."

The old butler didn't mind whether he was saying an excuse or the truth, and nodded with a smile, leaving room for Lyons and Nord.

"So what's going on?" Lyons asked.

"Andre escaped from the dungeon. There is no sign of breaking the chain. The silver nails are also missing. They were isolated during the investigation and should have been taken out." Nord looked at Lyons, "You really don't know?"

"Why do I need to know?" Lyons said, leaning on the back of the sofa chair, "Have you ever seen the corpse? The eyes of the corpse are missing, and the teeth have wear marks. The wounds on the child's body are obviously caused by low-level vampires out of control Yes. And that woman, if I remember correctly, Andre reminded Owen that this person could be saved. Owen chose not to save her, and put the blame on my consultant."

"You don't believe in the blood race, but you have to believe in the evidence."

"Then what about you." Nord swallowed a sip of black tea, "Would you rather believe in a three-generation blood clan with a criminal record than stand on the side of the same clan?"

"It's not about standing in line." Lioness shook his head.

"Loyalty is not suitable for blood hunting, Nord. There are too many flies mixed in here, can you really control them? The hunters of the first battle have died one after another, and the hunters of the second battle have also left. Count, how many blood hunters have the experience of fighting blood clans and have real power."

Nord fell silent.

Lyons' words overlapped with Andre's, telling him that the era of hunters was fading.

"This is the choice of the times," Nord sighed, and said seriously, "but it's better than the blood hunt disintegrating. If the last line of defense disappears, we will be really in danger."

Blood hunting is the persistence of hunters who have experienced pain.Although he has changed his taste, even though he is riddled with holes, he still has an original heart longing for peace and justice.

Lions knew Nord, and he couldn't understand Nord.

Time has made the veteran hunter stubborn.But in many cases, his intuition is extremely accurate.

"I believe you again, President." Lyons tapped his finger on the armrest and said, "I know where Andre is."

Nord showed such an expression as expected, and looked at Reins with sharp eyes.

"But you don't want to get him from me. I choose to tell you because I believe you are not so confused as to distinguish between the serious and the serious."

"Reason," said Nord, "give me a reason why you shielded him."

"Because Bloodhunter has an inner ghost. He can't trust any of you." Andre came out of the house and answered Nord's question for Reins.

The blond vampire has undergone self-cultivation, and he has no longer been in prison.Nord's perception of danger made him raise his head suddenly, quickly drew out the gun, loaded it, and faced Andre who suddenly appeared.

"Very enthusiastic." Andre shrugged, showing no fear of the speed of the hunter.

He leaned on the railing with his arms folded, bent over from the second floor, looked at the two hunters downstairs, and said with a smile: "Well, it seems that Lyons has chosen to believe you. It's an honor for you, Nord President."

"Nord." Lyons put a test tube next to the black tea, "Andre is right. It was given to us by the dead agent under Owen."

Andre turned down from the second floor and took a good look at Nord.

The test tube was given to Lions by Andre in the morning, and he told Lions about the incident.

The previous tubes of "God's Blood" were all sent to Blood Hunter for safekeeping, so Nord knew exactly what the tubes represented.

Nord: "He came to see you?"

"To be precise, he came to me." Andre said, "He also revealed that Blood Hunter has a ghost. He doesn't believe in Blood Hunter hunters, so he came to me for protection."

"But when I went to him the next day, he had turned into a bloodthirsty lunatic, killed his own child, and rode on his wife. He said someone forced him to use this potion." Andre Recalling the man who recruited prostitutes in the tavern, "Although even in his normal state, he is still a 'vampire' of the family."

"Oh, by the way." Andre picked up the test tube and showed it to Nord. The precipitated blood and the floating white foam on the top made the liquid inside look very dirty. "There are not only the blood of the vampires here, but also People are addicted to poison, if you touch it once, if you don’t quit as soon as possible, you will be inseparable.”

Andre smiled at Nord: "You hunters are very good at controlling people's hearts. Those who enter the club will either be squinted by longevity and reputation, or threatened by poison. As long as you recruit this thing, it is like entering a cage of hungry wolves. It is difficult to fly. "

Nord's face was not very good-looking.Bloodhunter has been investigating and protecting blood clans and things related to blood clans.In order to avoid the recurrence of the disaster many years ago.

But now, he is sitting in the house of a hunter who shelters vampires, and he is told by a vampire that his blood hunters are helping to abuse people and use poison to harm people.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Nord." Reins continued, "according to the incidents in the southern district, the blood of the gods has been circulating for a long time. It's not something you can do arbitrarily. You can go and investigate the death of that agent. Owen is already blatant enough. .Don't make me doubt your eyes."

"You can also test this bottle to see if what I said is correct or not." Andre threw the test tube over.

Nord took the test tube, pursed his lips, stared at Andre, and compromised: "What are your plans?"

"This organization is hiding in the black market. I'm going to see it with my own eyes. Our request is very simple, as long as the blood hunt doesn't get in the way." Andre leaned on the back of the sofa, looking extremely relaxed.

This is the biggest challenge to hunters.But the other party has evidence, and a vampire is indeed more convenient to act than the president of the blood hunter.

"Irving was very specific to me, and we needed to distract him," Lynes said.

Nord shook his head and said, "He's not targeting you, he's targeting vampires."

Andre narrowed his eyes.He thought of the greedy man holding his belly and gagged: "It's really good of you to choose such a person as an agent."

"Everyone has shortcomings, and everyone has advantages. All I can do is let the ax hit the right wood." Nord replied, and then stopped entangled in this question, and said to Lions, "I will put Owen on the right wood." Transferred to take care of your villa. I will give you a night to find me another 'Lines', is there a problem?"

"No problem, there is one more request." Lyons raised his silver gun, loaded it under Nord's gaze, and pulled the trigger.

His movements are skilled, as if he were dealing with a vampire whose fangs were stabbing a human.Nord is still sitting on the sofa, and the black tea cup raised in his right hand has never been put down.

The bullet flew towards his left arm, missing the bone and piercing through the flesh.

The blasting sound at the moment of shooting was covered by Andre.

The old butler stood there holding the refreshments, only the assailant and the victim looked calm.

"The marksmanship has not regressed." Nord praised.

"Thanks for the compliment." Lioness put away his gun.

The location of the bullet is tricky, avoiding any parts of the joint that may cause bone fractures.But the flesh was burned, and the pain from wearing it was still obvious.

These injuries are nothing to Nord. Nord covered the wound, skillfully tore off a piece of tablecloth to bandage himself, and said word by word: "Bloodhunter Detective Lyons maliciously injured the president and tried to escape being arrested. Catch them, and drive them out of blood hunting from today on.”

His voice sounded like a dull church clock, ringing in the villa, announcing midnight. .

The old butler quickly retracted his staring eyes, and followed Nord to open the door for him.

Then there was a commotion outside.

Seeing that Nord was injured, the agents took the opportunity to attack Lyons.But if you really want to go up and fight hard now, you dare not.

Nord saw it, but he didn't have any embarrassment. He just asked Owen to lead troops to take care of the villa after tonight.

Owen was pleased with the moment of adjustment, but forgot that such a period of time was enough for Lioness to escape dozens of times.

Andre frowned and waved away the smell of blood in the room, and said to a small pool of blood in front of the sofa: "It's not a solution to hatred, it's because he pierced both of my palms."

"Almost ready." Lyons glanced at him.

These days, the night watchmen from Lionstove have gone to the black market to inquire about news.

There is indeed such a peddler selling medicine in the black market, but those who can get the medicine are vicious gangsters or desperate beggars.So he needs a gimmick.

What is more useful than the punishment and arrest warrants issued by Blood Hunt?

Right now, in this villa, there is an old butler who witnessed the shooting, a foolish curly ear, a murderer who shot and wounded the president of the Bloodhunter, and a fugitive suspect.

Andre held Mass with satisfaction, thinking to himself.

——It's really peaceful here.