I'm a spy in the film

"You are wrong. The one who came back this time is indeed an ancestor."

"What? This is impossible!"

Duran was so shocked that he even forgot to push open the door of the building with his hand halfway extended. He stood there in disbelief.

"Why not?" The nun holding an umbrella and a dagger, carrying the hymn nun on her back, also stood in the lobby on the first floor, panting and saying, "This is not the Middle Ages. Airplanes and ocean ferries, which one can't break the ban on vampires crossing the river?"

"But, but, he is the ancestor of one of the thirteen clans!" Duran emphasized.

"So what? Do you know what price they paid to bring this new ancestor to Rio?"

The sister holding the umbrella and dagger's voice became low and angry: "They sacrificed everyone on the entire plane! There were children on board!"

Duran didn't say anything this time, but pushed open the thick oak door of the building.

Although it is still dark, one can still see the mess on the streets outside.

All the trees and bushes on both sides of the street were uprooted, leaving not a single one.

The road was littered with all kinds of debris.

Beds, clothes, trash, and broken-down cars.

It looks like the end of the world.

Seeing this expected dilapidated scene, even those who were in a heavy mood couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Just one of the weakest fanatic witch covens required the Vatican to dispatch the legendary elite, elemental nuns to cast a large-scale magic spell called summoning a tornado that killed a thousand enemies and injured eight hundred of its own people. Only then could it be solved. What about the remaining three?

What price will be paid?

"Even if that Seventh Ancestor comes to Rio, what can he do? I'm afraid he can't even get out of his coffin now!"

Duran's voice was calm, but anyone could hear his suppressed anger.

Bourne had also heard from several other saints in Texas that Duran was practicing the path of the Holy Knight in the Vatican, which emphasized bravery and mercy among the eight virtues of knighthood.

Seeing such a tragic scene now, and thinking about the notorious reputation of the vampires, one can imagine what kind of abominable evil deeds the ancestor of a notorious vampire clan could do when he comes to Rio at a time like this!

"It's worse than you think!"

The nun holding the umbrella changed her previous resentment and said with a wry smile: "I came out late, and I heard them say that half of the west has fallen!"

"what?"

Others were in Rio for the first time and didn't know the situation, but Bourne had been in Rio for some time and knew that although there were many mountainous areas in the west, they were where a large number of poor people lived.

Rio is a strange place. The rich area and the slums are very close to each other, so close that they are only separated by one street.

Moreover, the rich here like to build their houses on flat land close to the coast, while the poor like to build their houses on hillsides, which is exactly the opposite of China.

Seeing Bourne so surprised, the saints in Texas all looked at him strangely, including Duran.

As far as they could remember, they had never seen Bourne so frightened.

A saint said disdainfully: "They are just rats in the gutter who dare not see people. Even if they infect some ordinary people, as long as the sun comes out, they..."

“The sun won’t come out!”

Sister Dagger interrupted him.

"?!!!"

This time everyone was surprised.

"What did you say, the sun can't come out?"

"Yes, don't you feel it? It's unusually dark."

Sister Dagger pointed to the sky and said, “Although it is drizzling, there are dark clouds, and it is still night, but if you look carefully, you can’t see even a trace of moonlight or starlight above the clouds.

This is the Great Dark Art!

The great dark magic performed by the vampires!"

"I finally know why they brought this blood clan ancestor here!" The Holy Son murmured, "I have heard of the Great Darkness, but I have never heard of the Great Darkness that can expand and cover the entire city!"

Sister Dagger shook her head and said:

“Not only that. The Nosferatu clan is best at driving blood flukes.

Intelligence shows that seven days ago, a Samba-produced E-170 aircraft landed at a small airport south of Rio. In addition to 76 passengers, there was also a coffin containing the seventh ancestor of the Nosferatu clan on the plane.

Investigators found that everyone on board was dead when the plane landed, but the incident was suppressed by local police and not reported.

"Damn it!"

"Assholes, how dare they?!"

"Wang Defake!"

The saints all cursed angrily.

Everyone knows that since this matter could be investigated, it means that the ancestor was at his weakest at the time, otherwise not even a trace of it could be erased.

After all, it is not difficult for vampires to make ordinary people forget something.

"That's not all." Sister Dagger almost lost the strength to continue speaking:

“The police actually allowed the victims’ families to take the bodies back the next day, which was four days ago!”

The hair on her head drooped down, just like her owner's mood: "The infection broke out completely on the fifth day, which was yesterday. The rich people were fine. They gathered bodyguards and defended a few blocks. The people in the slums..."

She didn't continue, but the meaning of her words was self-evident.

The scene fell into silence for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally Duran broke the silence and asked:

"So where should we go now? Back to the church? Or find a hospital—"

His words stopped abruptly.

The last place I can go to right now is probably the hospital.

Just imagine, where would those vampires infected with schistosomiasis go first when they get sick?

Of course it’s the hospital.

Besides, if a tornado like this passes through, no hospital’s electrical circuits can be maintained.

Doctors and nurses also have families, so when they encounter such a city-wide riot, they must go home.

"What a pity! If it were in Detroit, I would know some black doctors there. Although they charge a lot, their medical skills are impeccable. Unfortunately, I don't know anyone here. The Golden Circle has been deserted for a long time, so I can't get in touch with them."

"If you have nowhere to go, come with us to the Northeast."

Everyone looked towards the person who was speaking, and it was the hymn nun named Freya who had fainted.

She didn't know when she woke up, and now she was lying on the back of the sword-wielding nun. Although she could speak, there was still a hint of weakness in her tone.

"Hello, Son of Bourne, my name is Freya."

She gave Bourne a weak but warm smile.

"Do you know me?" Bourne had no impression of knowing any nun.

"You don't know me, but I have seen you." Freya winked playfully and prompted:

"When we left the Heritage Hall, there were two teams closest to you, and I was one of them. Your name was told to me by our captain. She said that if we encounter danger, we just need to trust you!"

"Captain?" Bourne thought of the two nuns and a knight who had held him back when he entered and left. He thought that the captain Freya mentioned must be one of the two nuns.

I didn’t expect that he was an elementalist. Hmm, I guess he was of the wind element. Wouldn’t that mean he was the same as Catherine?

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, Bourne asked, "Why go to the Northeast? What's there?"