Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 60 The news spreads
"According to our report, a terrorist attack occurred on the street where the Hawaiian Palace Hotel is located, resulting in the deaths of several innocent civilians. The local government has pledged…"

"Fake!!"

As the remote control was pressed, the TV screen suddenly went black, revealing Jim's haggard face. His eyes were sunken, and the lower half of his face was covered with messy stubble.

"These bastards are still covering up the truth! They've even blocked off the entire street! They're not letting us leave, do they think they can hide it like this?!"

Two days have passed since that nightmare. The sun shines brightly outside the window, but it cannot penetrate the hearts of these people.

The four survivors were now in a spacious and clean hospital room.

Natasha was lying in the hospital bed.

She was covered in bandages, and her right hand was in a cast. Karl was feeding her water from a glass.

"Alright Jim, stop getting angry. There's no point in saying this now."

The speaker was Ang Lee, and his voice sounded tired.

At this moment, she was wearing a large sun hat and oversized sunglasses, which obscured her striking white hair and strangely colored pupils.

Right now, it's cautiously huddled behind the wall by the window, trying to avoid the scorching midday sun.

Her tone was full of helplessness.

"But An, what did you mean when you said you weren't leaving with us?"

Just as the atmosphere was about to fall silent, Natasha on the hospital bed suddenly turned her head and looked at Ang Lee sitting in the corner, asking a question.

This drew everyone's attention to her, and they all vaguely knew why.

And looking at everyone's inquiring or worried gazes.

Ang Lee could only concede defeat, calming his expression as he pondered and organized his thoughts, trying to figure out how to explain what had happened.

After a moment of silence.

"After you left that day... that gentleman found me and gave me two choices..."

As she slowly began to speak, her deep voice echoed in the ward, and everyone else listened quietly.

"...His first option is to take me to a completely safe place, while the second option..."

As he spoke, a barely perceptible look of fear and struggle flashed across Li An's face.

"...The second option is to acknowledge him as your master. He promises to heal Karl and drive away the monster."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others fell silent.

Jim recalled how the other party had suddenly appeared and saved him the night before, and how he had addressed Count Dracula as his master.

Therefore, it is obvious which one their companion chose.

Most people know to some extent that Ang Lee became the other party's servant.

However, I never expected that it was out of necessity to save them.

"So you're saying you're not coming back with us because you want to stay... with that person?"

Finally, Karl, who had remained silent until now, couldn't help but speak up first.

However, when he mentioned that terrifying name, he paused for a moment and didn't dare to say it.

His expression was very complicated at this moment, and he no longer had his usual lively spirit.

Now he learns that his life was actually saved by Ang Lee's sister, who gave up her freedom.

I felt extremely painful inside.

However, he still noticed her gaze and quickly forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

How could Ang Lee not see through a child's thoughts?

It shed its slightly gloomy expression and put on a bright smile.

"It's not as bad as you think. My freedom won't be restricted too much. It's just that I've changed to a slightly weirder boss. It's no different from working for those tycoons. After all, they're all vampires."

Her lame joke did ease the atmosphere in the ward a bit.

We are all adults, and our originally somewhat naive thoughts have matured after this incident.

Clearly, they were no match for the vampire king. Since that was the case...

What can we do but accept it?

"By the way, about Shana..."

Seeing that everyone's emotions had calmed down a bit, Ang Lee brought up the topic that everyone had been deliberately avoiding.

After he finished speaking, no one answered for a moment.

Finally, it was Jim, who was sitting in a chair to the side, who spoke up.

“Shana and I both live in Florida. Once the lockdown ends, I will take his body back. The government's reason is that he was caught in the crossfire of a terrorist attack, ha…”

At the end, he gave a disdainful snort and took a big gulp of beer.

"...But at least the compensation is substantial. I'm planning to add my share of hush money to it. Shana's parents only have her as a child, and they're getting old; they need this money more than ever..."

The topic was so heavy that everyone in the ward was speechless for a moment.

This is a painful but unavoidable problem.

Shana has left them forever.

Parting is always the hardest thing to accept, but it's something we all have to learn.

The ward fell silent once again.

...

And now on the other side.

Inside the office of the Hawaii state governor.

A balding old man slammed the file folder in his hand into the face of the person standing across the desk.

"Sheriff! If you're not telling a fairy tale, then you're in big trouble this time!"

"The video of you being tricked by that freak who calls himself Dracula has spread all over the internet."

"My phone was ringing off the hook this morning! The whole world is watching us now, and we might have to go back to our hometowns to farm!"

After venting his anger, the governor calmed down a bit and leaned back in his recliner with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

Looking at the cross and the Stars and Stripes hanging on the wall, his tone was somewhat inexplicable.

"Do you think vampires and werewolves really exist in this world? And what about heaven and hell?"

"...Is everything in the Bible true?"

Hearing the other person mutter to himself, Old John silently bent down to pick up the folder that had fallen to the ground and put it back on the table.

Two clear photos were extracted from them.

The first image clearly shows the creature that was previously shot and killed on the street, suspected to be a werewolf.

The second picture shows a black body with its body torn apart; the person in the picture appears to be quite young.

Old John pushed the two photos side by side onto the table.

He then spoke under the scrutinizing gaze of the consul.

"I don't know about the others, but the monster that my buddies and I killed turned into a human after we brought it back to the police station, and it was transported back to the US last night by a White House transport plane..."

As he spoke, his gaze became complicated.

"Werewolves, vampires... old friends, perhaps the world really has changed..."

The bald governor did not reply; he simply picked up the photos on the table and compared them.

Then I thought of that gunfight video that can't be completely deleted from the internet around the world.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh, as if giving up.

"Sigh... John, I think you're right... I just don't know if it's too late to start doing good deeds now? Hehe~"

(End of this chapter)