Artifact

George nodded, "This is the last vampire that MI5 has kept, are you satisfied, Mr. Zhang? "

Night Thirteen faintly couldn't suppress his anger:

"I'm not here to admire a corpse. George, you claim to have never sent a vampire on a mission, but from what information I've gotten, at least one has roamed the Eastern Lands. So I'm not happy with the outcome of this transaction!".

George, perceiving that the atmosphere was getting more and more strange, couldn't help but take a step back and said gloomily

"Mr. Zhang, from beginning to end, on behalf of MI5, I have given you enough courtesy. But the information you provide is worth that much, you must know that even if it is the corpse of this vampire, there are no more than ten people in the world who have seen him. Perhaps, we can use money, women, land, the right of asylum in Britain...... Or is it anything you want to make up for it?".

Night Thirteen slowly clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said, "I don't want anything from this world!"

"Then I'm sorry, I'm afraid we can't meet your request, Mr. Zhang. "

"So, there's nothing to talk about?".

For a moment, George Black, a veteran MI5 senior agent, suddenly felt a chill out of thin air, and he stared vigilantly at "Mr. Zhang" in front of him, feeling more and more that this person was uncontrollable.

Unable to control the chess pieces that are equivalent to uselessness, even the radical and crazy ghost monk has weaknesses to be able to grasp, but this mysterious "Mr. Zhang", why can't the oil and salt enter?

Night Thirteen noticed the change in George's expression, and both parties knew that the deal was about to go bankrupt, and George was afraid that he was ready to deal with Night Thirteen.

The tall blonde man in the gold-rimmed glasses finally said, "Mr. Zhang, maybe you have other information to inquire about? I will try my best to get it for you within the scope of my authority." "

This was probably the last compromise George had made to salvage the deal, and he clutched the portable defensive siren on his wrist, which would show its fangs at the touch of a switch.

It was four 7.62×51mm electronically controlled M2HB machine guns mounted in the four corners of the roof, which were manually operated by a central system and were aimed at him when Nightido entered the room.

As long as George moved his finger, more than thirty bullets would be fired at "Mr. Zhang" in the next second.

At such a close distance, even those monsters summoned through the alchemy method would be beaten into meat sauce by bullets with a discharging speed of more than 895 meters per second!

Night Thirteen was silent for a while, he was not stupid, he understood that going to war with MI5 was equivalent to starting a war against the entire British Kingdom, so he forcibly suppressed his anger and said in a low voice:

"If you didn't lie to me about the previous information...... Then I'll take a step back and change the question. "

"Mr. Zhang, please speak. "

"What is the use of the essence of Night Thirteen?".

The last shred of a reluctant smile on George's face vanished, and he took another step back, closing the distance between him and Night Thirteen, and was about to press the defensive siren when suddenly the loudspeaker in the room went off.

This is a lingua franca that is not very fluent, but does not hinder the understanding of the lingua franca:

Mr. Zhang...... On behalf of Her Majesty the Queen and the British Security Service, I would like to invite Mr. Night to become a citizen of the Kingdom of Britain, and we will arrange everything you need for your life, whether it is money, a house, a car, a woman, and no one will dare to harass you, including the Shamans. "

Night Thirteen sneered: "Have you reacted, do you know who I am and dare to recruit me?".

Old K's voice was calm: "It doesn't matter who it is, what matters is whether it is valuable or not." Mr. Night's value is extraordinary, and we have no choice but to obtain your sperm. One thing to be clear, neither MI5, nor the Security Service, nor the Kingdom of Britain ever thought of murdering Mr. Night's life. "

Night Thirteen snorted: "Okay, why do you want my essence, explain it as it is, maybe I can consider your suggestion." "

"Mr. Night, you don't have to get to the bottom of everything, sometimes we have reservations to protect you. What's more, it's not something that hurts the muscles and bones! Isn't it beautiful to have a one-night spring supper?"

Lao K's words are tactful, but the meaning is categorical, leaving no room at all.

Night Thirteen couldn't imagine what Old K's expression was when he said this, but at this time, he suddenly thought of the skeleton of the giant he had just visited, the resurrected brain, and the monster summoned by the gray man on the German highway through alchemy...... and the corpse of a vampire soaked in formalin in front of him.

Night Thirteen blurted out: "You want my essence, you don't want to build an army, do you?"

As soon as these words came out, even George next to him trembled, an army composed of only descendants, it was terrifying to think about!

Old K was silent for three seconds, and then replied, "I didn't say that, and please don't think about it Mr. Night." Everything we do is on behalf of the people of Britain and for the good of humanity throughout the world. "

Ye 13 shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Those who act under the banner of 'representing the people' and 'for mankind' at every turn, I can conclude that they are either traitors or thieves, and there is no good person!"

Old K's tone became cold: "Mr. Night, there must always be someone in this world who does the dirty work, if you refuse this deal, then you have to think clearly, even if we don't interfere...... Whether it's the Shamon Sect or the underworld, they will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. "

Night Thirteen laughed, "Dirty work, in that case, I don't mind destroying the Kingdom of Britain!I'll ask you one last time, is there anything else you want to say about vampires?!".

Night Thirteen burst out, the room buzzed, and the loudspeaker was dumb with a "poof".

Under the huge reverberation, George covered his ears and fell down in pain

:

"Night Thirteen! You...... You don't want to get out of here...... This room is ......

."

Ye Thirteen snorted coldly: "I know, it's a thickened building structure, at least it can carry a nuclear explosion, right? Don't worry, I'm not so stupid and hard! With you, fingerprints and pupil patterns are not a problem, as for the password, ......

."

From Night Thirteen's nose, he hummed a tune full of classical flavor.

This is exactly what George is playing in room 2046, Henry Purcell's "The FairyQueen."

George's eyes revealed fear: "You...... How do you know ......

".

"It's really unfortunate that I learned almost a lifetime of skills in the madhouse, in addition to the chemistry professor Lao Pi, the martial madman Dadao Jiuge, the Hun monk Wusan, and a musician known as a music idiot...... This guy loved the Baroque ...... to death

".

Before the night thirteen words fell, a large hole was broken in the ceiling, and four laser rays fell on the top of his head and chest, and a series of deafening firepower poured out wildly!