Superman

Getaro's brain turned quickly, and his eyes flickered.

He instinctively wanted to hide something, but seeing the fallen headless corpse and the strong smell of blood in the air, he couldn't help following his inner will.

"Stillman is a big client for us."

Gaetaro said truthfully.

"client?"

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"That's right. Because the mages of the New York Sanctuary have regulations, vampires are not allowed to hunt humans without permission, but the elders of the council sometimes need some fresh food."

Gaetaro said hesitantly.

"In order to obtain enough blood supplies, we will cooperate with hospitals. Two-thirds of the hospital blood banks in New York actually have transactions with the Council of Blood."

Fury, who was standing behind, stared wide-eyed, and there is such an operation?

It means that going to the hospital to donate blood is actually equivalent to feeding vampires?

"Later, in order to enter the upper class, we used blood to develop an addictive drug, which is more powerful than marijuana and is well received by the rich."

Gaetaro said cautiously.

"Mr. Stillman was introduced, and he quickly became fascinated with blood poppies, which he often used to throw crowds at parties."

"Later, a special wine club was set up, and a few new friends would be brought over every week."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up slightly, and the fingers tapping the table stopped.

John Stillman's secret collusion with the Council of Blood, making use of improper transactions, is not the focus of his attention.

Politicians in the White House, members of Congress, and generals in the Pentagon, none of them have a clean enough background.

Power-for-money transactions, benefit transfers, everyone has done it.

Politics itself is the dirtiest game in the world. To become a senior player or the final winner, one must completely sell one's morality and conscience to the devil.

"I want to know, who hooked up Stillman?"

Luke looked at the uneasy Getaro, and asked softly, "How did you get to know the White House chief of staff? How did you turn so many politicians into Hagui clan?"

"The expansion rate of vampires in the Washington area is three times that of previous years."

"In addition to this wine club, there are similar cigar clubs and sailing clubs. You use the name of a high-end club to attract elites."

"Most importantly, you have freely entered and exited the Pentagon in the name of White House officials, and prepared several laboratories to produce more blood poppies."

"Tell me, Mr. Gaetaro, who is driving all this behind the scenes? Who subdued the blood council and made you his henchmen?"

"Vampires ostensibly infiltrate Washington, D.C., but secretly use political cover to begin to grow."

"At the same time, you are using blood poppies to attract various forces. Is it some vampire elder who wants to be president?"

Guetaro's brow was dripping with sweat, and he couldn't answer any of these questions.

The Blood Council has indeed undergone some changes recently. It no longer adopts the previous conservative strategy, but takes the initiative to attack.

Especially in terms of infiltrating the political and business circles, it can be said that it has spared no effort.

"The mages of the New York sanctuary will not let vampires become the managers of the country."

Luke gradually approached the truth, and said softly: "If it's not a campaign, then it's seeking re-election? Or is it preparing to pass a certain bill?"

"Is Mr. President making any big moves? Stillman is the chief of staff of the White House. Who he represents should not be guessed."

Hearing this, Gaetaro's pupils shrank suddenly, and his right hand turned into a cloud of blood mist, and exploded!

Afterwards, using the abundant power stimulated, he forcibly got rid of the biological force field covering the hall.

Like lightning, the mutilated body crashed into the glass window of the hall.

"Being so obvious, it's tantamount to telling me directly that the person behind it is the president."

Luke didn't stop him, and people sometimes let go of what they got, expecting a richer harvest.

"Well, that's the end of tonight's show. Good night, gentlemen."

He stood up, and the pressure exerted by the biological force field suddenly dissipated, which made the club members who were hovering on the death line heave a sigh of relief.

Fury pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

These powerful people, they are the accomplices of vampires, who killed an innocent girl, and deserve to be punished.

But it may not be of much use if they are handed over to the court for trial and legal sanctions.

White House cabinet officials, New York business capitalists, and members of Congress

Fury glanced over and found that all of them were well-dressed, morally-speaking big men.

"Oh, right."

Luke walked to the door and turned suddenly.

"I just asked God, and the old man said he didn't want to forgive you bastards, and asked me to send you to Mephisto."

Snapped!

Lieutenant General Superman snapped his fingers lightly.

It's like pushing the first domino.

clap clap clap clap

The heads are like fireworks in full bloom, and after being squeezed, bewitching blood sprays out.

Chapter 200? With justice in mind, a lighthouse on earth

"You must tell the elders!"

Getaro, who was running wildly, hit the hard ground.

Fortunately, the floor of the club is not high, so he did not fall to his death.

Otherwise, the dignified vampire jumped to his death, this way of death is too funny.

escape!

That was the only thought in Guetaro's head.

He didn't dare to turn his head back, and rushed forward desperately.

I was afraid that the terrifying superman would catch up and blow his head off with a punch.

"SHIELD has noticed the Council of Blood, as well as our secret plan."

Gaetaro's obedience to the blood elders temporarily overshadowed his fear of Superman.

He is very clear that if those great plans to revitalize the blood race are exposed or announced.

The mages of the New York sanctuary will definitely launch a new round of cleansing activities against the vampires in the entire North American continent.

Under the nest, how can there be any eggs!

Although Gaetaro has never heard of this oriental saying, he also knows a similar truth.

Therefore, he cannot betray the family and tell all the secrets.

"Go away!"

Like a player in Grand Theft Auto, Getaro staggered into the street, pushed away a hapless ghost who got out of the car, and kicked the opponent in the chest.

The original elegant aristocratic temperament, pale and handsome face, because of the severe pain of the right arm bursting, turned into a ferocious look.

And the glaring scene of being covered in blood, like being splashed with a bucket of red paint, is even more unavoidable.

"The news has to get out."

Gaetaro got into the car. He didn't have the key, so he directly pulled the two live wires.

These days, the technology of starting a car with a live wire is already a basic skill that everyone knows.

boom!boom!boom!

The white Ford Thunderbird let out a deep roar, and flew away under the astonished eyes of everyone.

"That's my car! Bastard!"

The unlucky ghost yelled.

The others watched for a while, and then continued the carnival at night.

"Director, should we follow?"

Nick Fury, who walked out of the club, couldn't forget the escaped vampire.

Those in positions of power who committed the crimes have been punished as they deserved.

But the blood council behind them managed to escape, and it is estimated that they will hide in the darkness soon.

"I let Gaetaro go on purpose. The panicked vampire bat must return to its lair first."

Luke wears "Clark's glasses" and is dressed as a curly reporter again.

"Those guys are used to hiding in dark corners. If there is no one to lead the way, it will not be easy to find them one by one."

He stood on the street like a normal person, looking up at the wine club's billboard.

Tonight, a total of six business elites, three members of the White House cabinet, and two members of Congress died here, which must have caused an uproar in Washington DC.

"Agent Fury, you are now part of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Luke adjusted his glasses and asked with a smile: "So, tell me, are you loyal to the country, or to someone, such as the president?"

"I am loyal to the flag, and to the justice in my heart!"

Fury froze for a moment, he thought of those in power with ugly faces in the hall, and replied in a firm tone.

"Well, then I have other tasks for you."

Luke was very relieved to see the young and passionate Nick Fury.

In the future, the Director of Braised Eggs might not be so sincere.

"You go to a man named Howard Stark and tell him everything that happened here."

Luke ordered.

The situation has become clear. The president secretly manipulated the blood council and began to absorb the power of the political circles.

Next, maybe use a fuse to restart the war?

Kang the Conqueror likes to use this method the most, using power and interests to drive other people, fighting endlessly for his boring game of world domination.

"Howard Stark is good!"

Fury memorized it silently, and then asked: "Director, what about you?"

"Me? I'm going to end this easy difficulty game."

Luke smiled lightly.

He was already 80.00% sure that the President was impersonating that bastard Kang the Conqueror.

Otherwise, how could the Kinship Council infiltrate the elite circles in Washington, D.C. so quickly.

"I really want to know how that guy tricked the vampires."

The corner of Luke's mouth raised, and a tall figure rose from the ground and rushed into the night sky.

With his appearance, if he put on the Superman suit, he could really be a guest reporter of the metropolis.

"I have urgent news to tell the elders of the council!"

Getaro, who broke his right arm, went all the way and came to a villa in the suburbs.

Generally speaking, vampires don't like living in the city center.

For them, the environment was too noisy and not quiet enough.

"It's Gaetaro who sees him in a mess."

The white Ford Thunderbird rushed through the open gate and stopped in the courtyard.

The brakes were applied sharply, so that the tires were in close contact with the ground, and the piercing sound echoed.