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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0032_part_01
Chapter 37
chapter 0032 part 1
**Chapter 32: Cooperation, Blood, Mage**
Tang Song held a gilded silver cane, looking at the movement of the distant lighthouse through binoculars.
West, who had changed into a black priest's robe, stood beside Tang Song. A bright silver chain hung down from his chest, revealing an ancient silver Crucifix.
The Cross was about half a forearm long, and at the top cross position, two pigeon egg-sized sapphires were inlaid.
The silver sheen on the Cross had already dimmed. From the degree of wear, it had seen quite a few years, but it seemed the original owner cherished it and maintained it well, as no oxidation had occurred.
Behind West stood four people, men and women, also wearing black priest's robes.
However, compared to West, their priest's robes were much plainer, and their cuffs didn't have gold trim.
Each of them carried a silver briefcase. The briefcases were engraved with Cross patterns, which looked mysterious, and it was unknown what was inside.
"My people caught a member of the Ghoul Faction. He provided intelligence that Kingpin from the Underworld sent a batch of young girls to this abandoned Dock!"
Tang Song puffed on his cigar, the light from the tip flickering in the darkness. "This Dock has been abandoned for a long time. There's a naval outpost six nautical miles from here. Ordinary human traffickers or smugglers wouldn't come here. It's obvious that our Mr. Kingpin is delivering goods for certain people."
"Kingpin, that New York Underworld boss!" West lowered his hands and looked towards the distant lighthouse.
"I've heard Deckard mention him. Colluding with Others... if this were the Middle Ages, he'd be sentenced to Burning at the Stake! Only raging fire could cleanse his sins."
Tang Song narrowed his eyes. The so-called Burning at the Stake meant tying a person to a wooden Cross, piling firewood underneath, and burning them alive. This was also a method The Church consistently used against heretics.
However, for The Church now, dealing with a New York Underworld king would be difficult without using official means or employing Transcendent individuals.
Tang Song spoke up at the right moment:
"Regarding dealing with Kingpin, I'd be willing to offer my services,
But I heard he has quite a few friends in the upper echelons of the Federation, supposedly even Important Figures in Congress and the Department of Defense..."
Tang Song rubbed the Chilong pattern on his cane, looking sideways at West, waiting for his stance.
Kingpin, this New York Underworld king, the lifelong enemy of Superheroes like Spider-Man, Daredevil, and Punisher, his greatest strength isn't his muscles.
Nor is it his gunmen or thugs, but his intricate network of connections within the Federation's high ranks.
This is also why, in the story, he's sent to prison repeatedly, only to be released again and again.
With Tang Song's current strength, killing Kingpin isn't difficult. But touching his moneybag would implicitly offend the people behind him.
Tang Song isn't afraid, but these people could indeed cause him significant trouble.
Tang Song wanted to use West's hand to resolve this trouble, and incidentally, test the strength of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood.
West gave Tang Song a deep look, seemingly understanding his intention to kill with a borrowed knife. However, West didn't mind and said with a smile, "Colluding with Others is a great sin, especially harming humans and providing Sacrificial Offerings for Vampires. As long as the evidence is true, no one can shelter him! Even if the President is behind him, it's useless!"
Hearing West's words, Tang Song nodded in satisfaction. "In that case, after dealing with this batch of Vampires, I'll also take care of Kingpin for you, Mr. West!"
Just then, on the horizon, the full moon emerged from the dark clouds. Its silver-white moonlight made the sea surface shimmer.
In the lighthouse, a hulking man walked out to relieve himself. Looking at the full moon in the sky, he couldn't help but let out a howl at the moon.
Amidst the howling, his face slowly protruded and lengthened. At the same time, thick fur quickly grew, and his body began to grow taller and stronger.
With a mournful wolf howl, the strong man had transformed into a tall Werewolf.
"Werewolf!"
Tang Song and West exchanged glances. Tang Song raised an eyebrow. This was getting interesting.
………………
"That foul stench! Deacon, you bastard, you're actually in Cooperation with Werewolves!"
Walking out of the underground passage was a tall man wearing a leather jacket, with long hair draped over his shoulders, carrying a hunting rifle in one hand.
A few Pure-blood Vampires immediately caught the man's scent.
That strong gamy smell, the smell belonging to a Werewolf.
The Pure-blood Vampires couldn't help but angrily berate him.
However, the anger of failures is often ignored.
"Hmm, Lucien, my friend, welcome, welcome!" Deacon Frost opened his arms, greeting the man with a big hug.
The man pressed his hunting rifle against Deacon Frost's chest, avoiding Deacon Frost's move.
Deacon Frost shook his head and shrugged. "We've been in Cooperation for so long, and you're still so distant!"
The man called Lucien coldly looked at the Blood Pool in the room and frowned.
"Your plan is close to succeeding. Where are the things you promised me?"
"Don't worry, one hundred thousand Ultraviolet Bullets. I've already had people prepare them!" Deacon Frost clapped his hands, and several Vampires carried over some wooden boxes.
Lucien casually pried one open. Inside were neatly stacked rows of brass bullets glowing with purple fluorescent light.
Lucien picked up a bullet, examined it carefully in his hand, and in front of Deacon Frost, pressed the bullets one by one into a magazine.
Seeing Lucien raise the gun towards him, Deacon Frost raised his hands with an exaggerated expression! "Whoa, whoa!"
Lucien turned the muzzle, aimed at a Vampire beside him, and directly pulled the trigger.
The unlucky fellow, who had no time to react, was hit in the chest by a shot. With a series of mournful screams, its entire body immediately ignited from the inside out. In just over ten seconds, it turned into a pile of ash.
The Vampires in the room were startled by Lucien's sudden action of firing and reached for the handguns at their waists.
"Nobody move!" Deacon Frost stopped his subordinates.
Lucien looked at the Vampire that had turned into ash and nodded in satisfaction, saying, "The stuff is good!"
Deacon Frost stared coldly at Lucien. "I gave you what you wanted. Where are the things I want?"
Lucien waved his hand, and two tall figures emerged from the secret passage carrying a large box.
Before the box was even put down, Deacon Frost was already impatient. He quickly stepped forward and directly lifted the lid of the wooden box.
Inside was clearly a bound white man. He wore a blindfold over his eyes and had a ball gag in his mouth. Feeling the wooden box vibrate, he couldn't help but let out muffled sounds.
"Is this him?"
Deacon Frost stroked the white man's face as if touching some rare treasure. His sharp fingernails scratched across the white man's face, leaving a bloody mark.
Deacon Frost wiped the beads of blood oozing from the white man's face with his hand and sucked them into his mouth. That sweetness made every one of his pores tremble.
"This Human contains the Perfect Blood of the first generation Alexander Corvinus. He can be combined with the Daywalker Blood you have to create another Daywalker, to be used as a Sacrificial Offering!"
**Chapter 32: Cooperation, Blood, Mage**
Tang Song held a gilded silver cane, looking at the movement of the distant lighthouse through binoculars.
West, who had changed into a black priest's robe, stood beside Tang Song. A bright silver chain hung down from his chest, revealing an ancient silver Crucifix.
The Cross was about half a forearm long, and at the top cross position, two pigeon egg-sized sapphires were inlaid.
The silver sheen on the Cross had already dimmed. From the degree of wear, it had seen quite a few years, but it seemed the original owner cherished it and maintained it well, as no oxidation had occurred.
Behind West stood four people, men and women, also wearing black priest's robes.
However, compared to West, their priest's robes were much plainer, and their cuffs didn't have gold trim.
Each of them carried a silver briefcase. The briefcases were engraved with Cross patterns, which looked mysterious, and it was unknown what was inside.
"My people caught a member of the Ghoul Faction. He provided intelligence that Kingpin from the Underworld sent a batch of young girls to this abandoned Dock!"
Tang Song puffed on his cigar, the light from the tip flickering in the darkness. "This Dock has been abandoned for a long time. There's a naval outpost six nautical miles from here. Ordinary human traffickers or smugglers wouldn't come here. It's obvious that our Mr. Kingpin is delivering goods for certain people."
"Kingpin, that New York Underworld boss!" West lowered his hands and looked towards the distant lighthouse.
"I've heard Deckard mention him. Colluding with Others... if this were the Middle Ages, he'd be sentenced to Burning at the Stake! Only raging fire could cleanse his sins."
Tang Song narrowed his eyes. The so-called Burning at the Stake meant tying a person to a wooden Cross, piling firewood underneath, and burning them alive. This was also a method The Church consistently used against heretics.
However, for The Church now, dealing with a New York Underworld king would be difficult without using official means or employing Transcendent individuals.
Tang Song spoke up at the right moment:
"Regarding dealing with Kingpin, I'd be willing to offer my services,
But I heard he has quite a few friends in the upper echelons of the Federation, supposedly even Important Figures in Congress and the Department of Defense..."
Tang Song rubbed the Chilong pattern on his cane, looking sideways at West, waiting for his stance.
Kingpin, this New York Underworld king, the lifelong enemy of Superheroes like Spider-Man, Daredevil, and Punisher, his greatest strength isn't his muscles.
Nor is it his gunmen or thugs, but his intricate network of connections within the Federation's high ranks.
This is also why, in the story, he's sent to prison repeatedly, only to be released again and again.
With Tang Song's current strength, killing Kingpin isn't difficult. But touching his moneybag would implicitly offend the people behind him.
Tang Song isn't afraid, but these people could indeed cause him significant trouble.
Tang Song wanted to use West's hand to resolve this trouble, and incidentally, test the strength of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood.
West gave Tang Song a deep look, seemingly understanding his intention to kill with a borrowed knife. However, West didn't mind and said with a smile, "Colluding with Others is a great sin, especially harming humans and providing Sacrificial Offerings for Vampires. As long as the evidence is true, no one can shelter him! Even if the President is behind him, it's useless!"
Hearing West's words, Tang Song nodded in satisfaction. "In that case, after dealing with this batch of Vampires, I'll also take care of Kingpin for you, Mr. West!"
Just then, on the horizon, the full moon emerged from the dark clouds. Its silver-white moonlight made the sea surface shimmer.
In the lighthouse, a hulking man walked out to relieve himself. Looking at the full moon in the sky, he couldn't help but let out a howl at the moon.
Amidst the howling, his face slowly protruded and lengthened. At the same time, thick fur quickly grew, and his body began to grow taller and stronger.
With a mournful wolf howl, the strong man had transformed into a tall Werewolf.
"Werewolf!"
Tang Song and West exchanged glances. Tang Song raised an eyebrow. This was getting interesting.
………………
"That foul stench! Deacon, you bastard, you're actually in Cooperation with Werewolves!"
Walking out of the underground passage was a tall man wearing a leather jacket, with long hair draped over his shoulders, carrying a hunting rifle in one hand.
A few Pure-blood Vampires immediately caught the man's scent.
That strong gamy smell, the smell belonging to a Werewolf.
The Pure-blood Vampires couldn't help but angrily berate him.
However, the anger of failures is often ignored.
"Hmm, Lucien, my friend, welcome, welcome!" Deacon Frost opened his arms, greeting the man with a big hug.
The man pressed his hunting rifle against Deacon Frost's chest, avoiding Deacon Frost's move.
Deacon Frost shook his head and shrugged. "We've been in Cooperation for so long, and you're still so distant!"
The man called Lucien coldly looked at the Blood Pool in the room and frowned.
"Your plan is close to succeeding. Where are the things you promised me?"
"Don't worry, one hundred thousand Ultraviolet Bullets. I've already had people prepare them!" Deacon Frost clapped his hands, and several Vampires carried over some wooden boxes.
Lucien casually pried one open. Inside were neatly stacked rows of brass bullets glowing with purple fluorescent light.
Lucien picked up a bullet, examined it carefully in his hand, and in front of Deacon Frost, pressed the bullets one by one into a magazine.
Seeing Lucien raise the gun towards him, Deacon Frost raised his hands with an exaggerated expression! "Whoa, whoa!"
Lucien turned the muzzle, aimed at a Vampire beside him, and directly pulled the trigger.
The unlucky fellow, who had no time to react, was hit in the chest by a shot. With a series of mournful screams, its entire body immediately ignited from the inside out. In just over ten seconds, it turned into a pile of ash.
The Vampires in the room were startled by Lucien's sudden action of firing and reached for the handguns at their waists.
"Nobody move!" Deacon Frost stopped his subordinates.
Lucien looked at the Vampire that had turned into ash and nodded in satisfaction, saying, "The stuff is good!"
Deacon Frost stared coldly at Lucien. "I gave you what you wanted. Where are the things I want?"
Lucien waved his hand, and two tall figures emerged from the secret passage carrying a large box.
Before the box was even put down, Deacon Frost was already impatient. He quickly stepped forward and directly lifted the lid of the wooden box.
Inside was clearly a bound white man. He wore a blindfold over his eyes and had a ball gag in his mouth. Feeling the wooden box vibrate, he couldn't help but let out muffled sounds.
"Is this him?"
Deacon Frost stroked the white man's face as if touching some rare treasure. His sharp fingernails scratched across the white man's face, leaving a bloody mark.
Deacon Frost wiped the beads of blood oozing from the white man's face with his hand and sucked them into his mouth. That sweetness made every one of his pores tremble.
"This Human contains the Perfect Blood of the first generation Alexander Corvinus. He can be combined with the Daywalker Blood you have to create another Daywalker, to be used as a Sacrificial Offering!"
