Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 693: Just blame the hand too fast, rush down 1 stop

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The real vampire, Axella knew only one-Laguili.

Luke suddenly felt sore: it was over! Blame yourself for being too fast!

Repeated confirmation several times, this answer has not changed.

The only vampire that Aksella knew was Laguirie, who had just been killed by him.

Axela, a woman with both a mind and an appearance and a superb academic ability, has done so many extinct acts of humanity. What she wants is "forever youth".

In other words, the "first embrace" from a real vampire.

By this means, the vampires slowly gathered a large amount of power in the dark.

Not everyone can belittle life and death, especially some rich and powerful people.

At the last moment, they will still succumb to survival and become slaves of vampires.

And what they have, naturally becomes something of a vampire.

But those who dare not high-profile vampires will only eat the benefits that are not seen, and never dare to stand upright and occupy important industries.

They did this a few times, but they were approached by several agencies and forces, and they were beaten up without a word, and even the industries they got were spit out.

Vampire slaves converted by talented big men were also cleaned up.

They suffered heavy losses and could only hide in the dark.

It is not too difficult for these forces and institutions to eliminate vampires.

But everything has to be about interests.

The cost of destroying vampires and the potentially destructive consequences that no one wants to bear, so they open their eyes and close their eyes to their existence. Everyone has little friction, but they will not start a full-scale war.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Luke.

He does not need that kind of "eternal life", nor is he a member of any forces or institutions. His direct department is LAPD, which cannot control European law and order.

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At five in the morning, Luke stepped out of the villa and released a light helicopter collected from the factory.

A few minutes later, the helicopter took off and flew eastward at the darkest hour before dawn.

When approaching the border, Luke tilted the helicopter, his body jumping out of the open door.

The unmanned helicopter pulled an arc obliquely, and finally fell into a deep valley river.

The jumping Luke was again equipped with a delta wing, swept through the air at high speed, and entered Poland.

As Chaoyang slowly rose, Luke stepped on another pedal bike to move forward.

Some of the things to be destroyed in this mission fell into the deep valley with the helicopter, such as used motorcycles and the like.

The consumables will be found at a suitable time for centralized destruction, and even the used white wolf armor will be cleaned and deodorized.

Luke himself has a keen sense of smell and is never sloppy with these traceable details.

Now he is a new tourist coming to Poland, and he will soon go to the next stop.

Riding a small pedal, he hurriedly rushed to Chopin Airport, bought a ticket to board and take off.

Watching Warsaw getting smaller, Luke sighed: "It's a pity that I don't have time to play here."

More than an hour later, Luke came out of Paris' Orly airport and changed his black face again. He used cash to buy a used VW Golf and went west.

A few hours later, Volkswagen Golf passed through the undersea tunnel and entered London.

In the early morning, London was shrouded in fine rain. Luke looked at the ancient city in the rain and felt that it was a good day to do things.

He drove to 174 Brick Street, looked at this ancient five-story building, and walked into the ground floor store.

Similar to the old and old building in the small building, the decoration style of the shop is simple and elegant, but it is more clean and tidy, and the bright lights make people warm and comfortable.

A female clerk stepped forward with a slight smile: "Welcome."

Then she stood stubbornly not far or near, not approaching again, let alone coming up to say hello.

Luke beckoned, and the female clerk walked up without hesitation: "What can I do for you, sir?"

Luke smiled. "I want to buy two suits, and matching leather shoes and things."

The smile of the clerk immediately became sincere: "Can I allow them to be introduced to you, sir?"

Luke continued to nod, and they chatted while walking in the shop.

Twenty minutes later, Luke walked out of the shop with a paper bag.

This is a small shop of handmade suits. There is no spot, and you have to wait a week for customization.

Luke regrets that he was in a hurry to use it and finally bought a pair of available calfskin leather shoes to leave.

Standing at the door of the shop, he looked left and right, and seemed to be thinking about where to go, but in his mind, he was thinking: this is not a vampire's den, nor the smell of vampire walking, it seems that he can only go to that clothing conference.

When he looked down, he saw a small building not far away diagonally opposite. On the top of the building, there was a pattern of two arcs in the semi-circular sphere, which was a bit like a circle with a less-than-standard "Jing".

He didn't care.

There are too many strange sculpture patterns in this ancient city.

For example, in this handmade suit shop behind you, in the hidden corner of the eaves, there is an hourglass shape line pattern, but there is a straight line up and down.

There are so many ancient things hidden in this city.

Luke muttered in his heart, looked away, drove his golf to the Paddington Hilton.

The main body of this hotel is a Victorian-style building with hundreds of years of history and careful maintenance, which makes it maintain a fairly good appearance and exudes a classic atmosphere.

Before entering the hotel, Luke gave the co-pilot a bag of leather shoes to a tramp at the street.

The homeless man opened this "gift" with amazement, and found that it was really a pair of extremely beautiful leather shoes, and suddenly there was the idea of ​​"big dog, you might as well discount it" ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Luke didn't care about this The kind of custom-made leather shoes he was afraid of leaving clues when worn, was worthless at all.

He wouldn't buy a pair first if it wasn't for the sake of talking to the salesgirl.

He drove into the hotel parking lot. He asked the front desk and found a banquet hall.

A fashion conference is being held here, which belongs to the little-known fashion designer Alexander McCarty.

Looking at a security standing in front of the ballroom, Luke scratched his head a little.

He has no invitation.

Invitations will be issued in advance for such small conferences, and the number will not be large.

He can't go up and stun the security. The responsibility of others is not bad.

Eyes rolled around, and Luke suddenly reached out and stopped the two children who were passing by: "Children, do you feel like you want to pee now? Go to the uncle and ask where the toilet is."

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