Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Fort Park City, Xinxiang Financial Center.

Whether Amerigo is a liberal or conservative country has been a subject of debate for centuries.

But one thing is certain: in Amerigo, money equals power, and that is the ultimate truth.

Therefore, this financial complex, where futures, stocks, and ETFs trade over a trillion yuan daily, may be called a financial center, but the people sitting inside are undoubtedly at the pinnacle of power.

In the central building, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, looking like he was in control and clearly the company's CEO, frowned and showed displeasure as his secretary swayed as she handed him the report.

"Damn, precious metals have dropped in price so drastically?"

The man removed the cigar from his mouth, looked away from the document, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face, and casually tossed the document aside.

Only then did he suddenly realize that a pale-skinned man had been sitting across the table from him.

"good afternoon."

The pale man's lips curled into a slight smile as he softly inquired, "What's wrong? Is the gold turning into dust?"

"Oh, you old bastard, it's been a long time since I've seen you outside the courthouse."

When the company's CEO saw this person, he was first taken aback, and then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He reached under the table and pressed a button. The curtains of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows slowly lowered, gradually darkening the bright office.

"No, no need. Although I haven't completely overcome the sun like you, I still quite enjoy sunbathing."

The pale man flicked his finger, and a faint crimson light flowed out, precisely touching the button. The curtains immediately stopped drawing.

"Fine, fine, you decide."

The company's CEO shook his head helplessly, turning his gaze away from the curtains and asking with a hint of curiosity, "What brings you here? My best friend, my closest compatriot, my largest shareholder?"

"Okay, you know, I don't like money, and I don't like talking about money."

The pale-faced man waved his hand slightly, a playful smile on his face: "Otherwise, why would my identity in the real world be that of a judge?"

"Isn't that just your nostalgia for the thrill of bloodline beings taking lives like dirt hundreds of years ago?" The company CEO retorted, raising an eyebrow with a sly glint in his eyes.

The two men burst into knowing laughter. After a few moments of laughter, the company CEO pulled a bottle of scarlet liquid from under the table and shook it triumphantly: "Want some? It's all extracted from virgin girls."

The pale man bowed slightly, his expression indifferent. A moment later, two glasses of red liquid swayed gently in their hands.

"So, you're visiting an old friend during the day, there must be some serious business involved, right?" The company CEO swirled the liquid in his hand, staring intently at the visitor through the red-stained glass, his eyes filled with inquiry.

The pale-faced man nodded, his expression turning serious: "How much longer until the Lixin Township ceremony?"

The company CEO's eyes flashed with a wicked smile, as if to say, "I knew you came here to ask this." He smiled and said, "It will take at least three days, at most a week."

He looked at the pale man with a broad smile, his tone teasing: "What's wrong, getting itchy? Can't wait to carry out our 'ritual'?"

The pale-faced man calmly swirled the liquid in his glass, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, as if deep in thought.

"We've weathered over a hundred years, so there's no rush of a week."

He said calmly, then changed the subject, his eyes narrowing slightly: "But that girl, Eller's adopted daughter, is jumping around with a black mark on her, which has attracted the attention of some people."

"So what?"

The company's CEO, holding a wine glass, stood up and personally reached out to pull the curtain back open, which had just been half-drawn.

The blazing sunlight streamed into the office, illuminating his face and making his pupils appear dark red and unusually deep.

Looking out the window of the high-rise building, countless skyscrapers stood at his feet. He surveyed this most prosperous city in all of Amerigo, a confident air of complete control on his face.

"No matter how fiercely the blue and red parties fight, they are all our people. Whoever wins or loses, the iron curtain that restrains our people will collapse."

The liquid in the company CEO's glass shone with a brilliant crimson glow in the sunlight, reflecting the ambition in his eyes.

"And what about ICE?"

The pale-faced man said calmly, with a hint of worry in his voice: "As an organization established to hunt down bloodlines, those people are quite capable if they really want to deal with us."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The company's CEO laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"What are you thinking, Buffett? ICE isn't above the bounds of either party."

He curled his lip in disdain, his eyes full of contempt: "Both the red and blue parties are our dogs now, and these puppies still want to bite?"

"Buffett, you can rest assured. Our era will return soon. When that time comes, remember to invite Eller to Xinxiang for a get-together..."

The pale man, referred to as Buffett, did not reply, only offering a faint smile, but his eyes seemed somewhat profound.

"I hope so..."

……

"Under the Iron Curtain?"

Kong Jiu exclaimed, his face filled with shock and anger, "You mean, the Iron Curtain restrains the Bloodline, but you didn't consider this at all when you destroyed it?"

He was so angry he was trembling, and he almost threw the documents he was holding at Betty's cigarette butt.

"They're insane! Insane! Are all the local officials in Xinxiang brainless? They want to overthrow the constraints and promote psionic energy, but they've completely forgotten what constraints represent!"

Kong Jiu was furious. Pointing at Betty's nose, he gritted his teeth and cursed, "I'm ashamed to work with insects like you to destroy the Iron Curtain!"

He angrily grabbed Mina's hand, roughly dragged her in front of Betty, and held Mina's face in one hand, presenting it to Betty like a small animal.

"ICE, my foot! Use your brain. This girl is as innocent as if she never went to college. Do you really think she could kill nine people without leaving a trace?"

"I really didn't go to university, the tuition was too expensive..."

Mina muttered to herself, a hint of grievance on her face, but a stern look from Kong Jiu immediately silenced her.

"Investigating cases isn't about recklessness and baseless speculation like yours, Kong."

Betty tried her best to sound calm, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her emotions: "Nine cases, and Mina has never provided an alibi. Who else in the city's bloodline would suspect if not her?"

"What if there are other unregistered bloodlines?" Viper retorted.

"Idiots, you're all idiots!"

Kong Jiu scratched his head in frustration, making his already messy hair, which had been disheveled all night, look even more like a bird's nest. His face was full of anxiety and helplessness.

"Didn't you ever consider that the killer might have more than one bloodline?"

He picked up the file and placed it heavily on the bright red X on the map, his movements conveying a strong desire to persuade.

"What if every member of the Hanukkah lineage had participated in this case?"

"Impossible. Those immortal beings of the bloodline have extremely high social status. Why would they kill these unrelated, lowly people? They have no motive whatsoever..."

"Isn't that the motive?"

Kong Jiu pointed to the bright red X, his voice suddenly rising, his eyes gleaming with an all-knowing light.

"A ritual, a ritual concerning the future of the bloodline! Enough to make all the bloodlines risk becoming accomplices! A serial murder case where all potential suspects are the killer!"

Upon hearing this outrageous statement, all three of them wore expressions of sudden realization, exchanging bewildered glances with eyes full of shock.

"So I was framed to divert attention?"

Mina, holding her black umbrella, murmured thoughtfully, a flicker of realization crossing her face. "Could Uncle Buffett be involved in this case too?"

"How stupid of me! Instead of using the known to deduce the known, I assumed the unknown to deduce the unknown..."

Viper, who had been searching for "another unknown bloodline," also sighed, a look of frustration on her face.

"This... does provide a motive to retaliate against everything..."

Betty was also dazed, her voice low, as if she were sorting out her thoughts.

"Alright, stop looking like you just suddenly realized something."

But Kong Jiu had no patience to wait for her to lose her composure. He waved his hand impatiently and asked urgently, "What will happen if this ritual related to 'X' and bloodline succeeds?"