Artifact

He repeatedly warned himself in his mind that even if someone really wanted to seal the gods or demons behind the scenes and destroy the world in this way, it was not the most important thing to solve at the moment.

Now Night Thirteen thinks that he and Vanilla are separated by such a thin layer of paper, and with a final effort, he can bring her back.

As for what the world is like, let's wait until later!

Besides, whether it's MI5, Britannia, or the people behind the scenes, want to control "gods or demons"?

Night Thirteen turned his face and said to George, "I heard that you have a bunch of vampires?"

George's expression seemed to have eaten a fly, and it became strange: "Mr. Zhang is interested in these things?".

The words "these things" fully exposed George's disgust, and Night Thirteen was also very strange that George, who was so keen on work, would actually have nasty things.

Night Thirteen said: "Now it's your turn to exchange information, instead of asking about my intentions. "

George smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Zhang, I don't know what the ghost monk has revealed to you, but this information is beyond my authority. "

Night Thirteen said coldly: "You can say as much as you want." As long as I feel valuable, I won't embarrass you. "

George pondered for a moment, and habitually pushed the gold-rimmed glasses: "Vampires are just an accidental product of a series of experiments, in addition to their relatively strong mobility, they have too many flaws, such as a very fragile body and a short lifespan......".

"A series of experiments?

"I'm sorry, but I can't comment on that. "

"So...... Are vampires related to the family of vampires native to Europe?".

"I'm sorry, but I can't comment on that. "

Night Thirteen couldn't help but be a little angry: "Apart from you, is there any other country in the world that can make vampires, such as the Shamans?".

George also saw that Ye Thirteen's face was not good, and thought for a while: "At present, this technology should be in a monopoly position for us, and besides, the technology is in our hands, I'm afraid the Shaman Sect will not be able to copy it as it is." "

"So, all the actions of the vampires are dictated by you?"

"Action, what action? Mr. Zhang, as I said earlier, vampires are just an accidental product, and by the standards of military operations, their technical indicators are simply not up to the task. "

Night Thirteen felt bizarre, was George's words true or false?

"George, can you be sure of this information?, vampire manufacturing technology is in the kingdom of Britain, and you have never sent a dispatch?"

"Of course, I'm watching these things get destroyed...... Except for ......".

"Except for what?".

"I'm sorry, but I can't comment on that. "

Night Thirteen suddenly became angry: "Mr. George, if your authority is not enough, then it is better to find someone who is qualified enough to talk to me!"

This sound was low, but it carried a terrible oppressive force that was not angry and self-threatening, and even the floor-to-ceiling glass within a few feet trembled.

George took half a step back, with a pale face: "Mr. Zhang, this is not a place for you to go wild......

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Before he finished speaking, he suddenly made a waiting gesture to Night Thirteen, and his other hand pressed his ear tightly.

It seems that the person behind the command is observing the negotiation situation in real time.

After about half a minute, George's face improved a little: "Mr. Zhang, this is the first time that an exception has been made for a special intelligence agent like you...... Please follow me. "

Night Thirteen didn't speak, followed George back to the elevator, and walked back in.

George didn't press anywhere in the elevator, and the elevator closed automatically, moving in an unknown direction.

Night Thirteen is not stupid, of course he knows that this elevator must be controlled from the outside, and the destination and destination are completely determined by others, in other words, his every move is being monitored.

But this also shows that MI5 wants to try its best to win over Night Thirteen.

Not just because of the intelligence, but because they assessed the results of Night Thirteen's big fight on the highways of the German Republic.

Judging from the results, Night Thirteen's combat power will at least not be lower than that of the original ghost monk.

Moreover, the ghost monk has completely betrayed the Shamen Sect, and if he wants to protect him, he has to withstand the pressure of the Shamen Sect, and the current "Mr. Zhang" is not so much trouble.

Night Thirteen guessed well, in the elevator, George said: "Mr. Zhang, this is the second time I have seen the boss in this line of work to make an exception." We hope you can deepen your cooperation with us for mutual benefits. "

Night Thirteen still didn't speak, and intelligence services like MI5 seemed to him to be extremely dirty, and if it weren't for the vanilla clues, he wouldn't have bothered to deal with these guys at all.

After a few minutes of silence, the elevator slowly stopped.

George stepped forward: "Mr. Zhang, please follow me." One wrong step here will kill you. "

Night Thirteen looked around and saw that the walls and floors were painted white, and there were metal doors every five meters, and the layout looked like small cubicles connected by a large number of grid-like corridors, like a single cell.

He kept up and asked, "Where is this?"

George replied, "This is our warehouse for special items, and the last vampire is here. "

Nightsteen couldn't help but wonder, "The last vampire"? What does this mean?

Soon, the two stood in front of the door of a room, only to see a string of characters printed next to the door, "GG-00936-GM870".

George nodded to the monitor above the doorway, a strange device appeared on the wall, George methodically pressed his fingerprints, put his face up, looked at his eyeballs carefully, and finally entered a series of passwords.

The metal door slowly opened, and red and yellow warning lights flashed on both sides.

"The security here is probably the strictest in the world, and it requires not only my fingerprints, my pupils, but also my essential passwords," says George. The rooms are resistant to high explosives, and it only takes thirty seconds for a heavily armed suppression team to appear. "

George didn't say any more, and Night Thirteen understood that these words were telling himself clearly, don't mess around.

Night Thirteen sneered and stepped into the room.

What

caught my eye was a huge half-man-tall jug, black and rumbling inside, and nothing could be seen until George didn't know what to turn on the switch, and the room suddenly lit up.

In the liquid of the jug, a humanoid creature with his hands on his knees soaked in it as if he were asleep.

The creature had long hands and legs, pointed ears and an equally pointed chin, and a head of thick brown hair that stretched freely like a mass of seaweed.

There is no doubt that it is a corpse.