Early in the morning, Yi Chen had no choice but to force acquiring a building next to his "Chinatown" and prepare to convert it into an apartment-style room. There was no way. As soon as he returned to London, a large number of masters sent by secret parties had arrived. Seeing their enthusiasm, Yi Chen doubted whether they were preparing to open a blood party in London. Although London is a traditional stronghold in the dark world and the Holy See also agreed to this point, there were so many blood clans gathering in unit area at the same time, and it is estimated that there have never been any other than during the Middle Ages.

Yi Chen was very worried, what was the secret party going to do? Relying on London's geographical advantages to control the entire British islands? If so, wouldn't it be necessary to have conflicts with orcs from different tribes? Well, no matter so many, at least now it seems that the entire blood clan has a huge potential. You can rely on the big trees to enjoy the cool air. There is no need to have conflicts with them when you don't understand the specific plans of the blood clan.

However, before the building was successfully renovated, how to place these thousands of high-level blood clans is really a very troublesome problem. Look at their identities. There are no ones below the Earl level. They are all high-level killers trained by the Vampire for thousands of years. Yi Chen is embarrassed to make them too wronged, right? However, Mixue's words with her eyes horizontally solved Yi Chen's troubles. All the masters of the blood clans became bats in aggrieved manner, hanging upside down in the basement. The entire ceiling was densely hung, and the place was just enough.

After leaving Yi Chen's "Chinatown" last night, Charles drove back to the office and vomited in a daze. He held his spasm and howled: "That Jester and that Chekov are monsters, they were not drunk at all, ah... um... uh... uh..."

Early in the morning, Charles, who had finally woken up, dragged his heavy head and climbed up from the sofa in the office. He walked around in a heavy step for a few times, shook his head, but his brain hurt. He moaned helplessly, and finally remembered to report to M. No matter whether he found evidence or whether he had found evidence or whether he had gone to find evidence, he always had to make some lie to deceive his superiors, otherwise he would be sorry for his salary, right?

After washing up, Charles took two companions to M's office. When they walked into the elevator, they saw two young men wrapped in long black cloth behind them. They were tall and strong, with gloomy faces. The jeans on their bodies were messy and broken into many holes. The oil stains on a pair of big scalp boots could be scraped off and put into the pot to cook. Moreover, Charles' keen nose smelled the faint bloody smell on the two guys, and his skin was slightly numb. It was caused by the vague murderous aura left on the two guys.

Shier and the other two stood with their backs to the elevator door. One of Shier's companions closed the elevator door, then pressed the button and did not move, so the elevator stopped directly on this floor.

The two young people looked at Charles, nodded slightly and said, "Good morning sir... Today is a good weather. Well, it is a good weather." Their expressions were very calm, with quiet faces, and looked at Charles quietly with deep eyes. Occasionally, they glanced at Charles' companion who had stopped at the elevator.

Charles smiled, his thin lips pursed into a thin line, and he bowed slightly and said, "Yes, gentlemen, good morning... I hope it's a good weather today. Who are you looking for? Sorry, I don't mean to insult you, but please see, this is the headquarters of MI6, and ordinary people cannot come in. What's the price for the two gentlemen?" His fingers had already begun to bend slightly to accumulate strength. He was very suspicious that these two guys rushed up after killing all the agents below.

The young man on the left nodded slightly, touched his chest pocket for a long time, took out a light yellow letter paper with family watermarks on it, and showed it and said: "We are introduced by Mr. Zoren of the Royal Academy of Sciences. We asked to meet you, the director of MI6. We have no malicious intentions. We have obtained permission to visit through normal channels. Of course, maybe our outfit is too unofficial, but we have just rushed back from Ireland and just got the letter of introduction, so we have no time to dress ourselves up."

Charles saw the badge clearly and said oh, he naturally knew who Zoren was. To put it bluntly, he was a typical aristocratic parent. He was born to like to give him a name, and he had the title of honorary director of more than 20 committees. He had a lot of grandsons and sons, but everyone had a promising future. It was a huge official force. It was a credible thing for such a person to directly ask for M to see him. I think he didn't hear anything, so the two of them should have been released after being investigated.

Charles shook his head slightly, his companion released the closing key and pressed the button to the M floor. Charles looked at the two of them curiously, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what they are doing? What's the matter with us director? Oh, sorry, I'm just personal curiosity, and there's no other meaning."

The young man on the right looked at Charles, thought for a while, nodded and smiled, "Of course, there is nothing to hide. Our profession is a hunter."

Charles smiled: "Hunter? Oh, gentlemen, there are no wild animals in Britain now, don't exterminate them, as this will be a kind of sorrow in nature."

The young man on the left said in a deep voice: "No, you may have understood that we are wrong. The target of our hunting is not the poor foxes, but other creatures, those living in the dark and not familiar to humans... For example, werewolf?"

Charles' heart moved slightly and laughed and said, "Oh... are you witch hunters? Oh my God, my God, has this ancient profession not disappeared in the 21st century? Look, look, have you just killed a bunch of werewolfs, or... well, have the vampires just returned?"

The young man on the right sneered: "No, dear sir, we have wiped out a vampire family. Although it is a small family, it is not easy. Both sides have suffered heavy casualties. However, there are always people who have to do these tasks, right?"

The elevator door opened, Charles dodged and signaled the two to ask for it first. When the two passed by him, he whispered and maliciously and said, "Of course, someone will always destroy the creatures born in darkness. I agree with this view, but it may be difficult to complete it by relying on the power of the people, right?"

A young man turned around and said proudly: "It is because we have been chasing for thousands of years that we have barely maintained peace in this world. Sir, if we do not cut off the heads of those guys in time, they have conquered this earth."

Charles followed them to M's office with a smile, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, you are the patron saints of human beings in secret. This is a great job that does not seek fame and fortune. I am just a little curious. The profession of witch hunter still exists. If you just hunt those dark creatures, what life do you rely on? I think no one would be willing to use a coin to buy an orc's corpse, no matter how gorgeous his fur is, no one wants it."

A young man replied in a deep voice: "Sir, we can exist for so long, and we will naturally have our way of survival. After all, in the whole of Europe, although there are very few people who know that we exist, there are still some. These ancient families have given us great support."

Charles shrugged: "Of course, it's like this letter of introduction?" They had already stopped at M's office door.

The young man replied: "Of course, it's like this letter of introduction. Sir, is it here? Thank you for sending us here."

Charles opened the office door and said with a smile: "You're welcome, I was going to come to the boss to report the matter... Oh, by the way, I guess, you are looking for our boss to get some information from us, right? Because according to my understanding, ordinary agents, even with nuclear warheads, can't deal with a vampire." He grabbed the door handle and kept relaxed, blocking the door with a smile.

The young man on the left nodded: "Yes, a little bit of intelligence, we found that the activities of dark creatures recently were a bit abnormal. Well, it was very abnormal. We don't know what happened. There is no news in our own intelligence system. So, we want to use your power. After all, the strength of a government intelligence department cannot be underestimated. Staying in harmony with ordinary people is one of our principles."

Charle said oh, pushed open the door, a little mysterious, and said with a vicious smile: "Of course, I can understand, I understand that the intelligence departments in the secular world can sometimes discover some strange things...for example..." His eyebrows raised.

A young man felt his strange tone and asked curiously: "For example, what?"

Charles shrugged: "Oh, nothing, I just doubt that the place I visited last night, why are there so many coffins in the basement? Well, it's really strange. There are silver bat wings on the head of the coffin as decoration. Well, there are very strange patterns on it, just like this." Charles waved his hand and gestured in the air to a part of the Philips family's clan emblem, which was a symbol of evil dark magic.

The two young men's faces changed, they looked at each other and asked: "Where is that place?"

Charles smiled, his heart full of pride: "Oh, it's an ordinary nightclub called 'Chinatown', well, yes, a very ordinary entertainment venue. Oh, we investigated it because of some cases, and found out... Well, is there something wrong?"

The two young men quickly shook their heads and said with a smile: "It's nothing, we can't tell yet, well, Director M is..."

Charles blew a kiss to M's secretary sitting outside, and said softly: "Hey, sweetheart, the weather is good today... Is the boss there? Or is she still having a meeting with that K or D?"

The secretary lady with long hair rolled her eyes to Charles, pointed to the door on her right and said, "The boss is inside. She waited for your report last night for three hours. Oh, I hope you can find something, otherwise, K and D's departments will laugh at us. Hum?" Her hand grabbed a pistol under the table, aimed at the two young people, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Charles, who are these two? How did they come in?"

Charles walked towards the inner room with his two companions and muttered, "It's not my business. They obtained special permission through normal channels and asked to meet the boss. Dear, you know, I am a helpful person. I brought them here. Of course, you have to check their passes, but I guess there is no problem. After all, they came up smoothly... If there is any problem, call me and I will teach them a good lesson."

The two young men were a little nervous and put the letter of introduction and a letter of permission to take a pass on the secretary's desk, and stammered: "Oh, Miss, yes, we have obtained the official permission."

Charles rolled their eyes and whispered: "Two young children who have never seen women, oh, it's so damn. The witch hunter should strengthen their education in this area a little bit. If they meet a beautiful blood woman, wouldn't these two children be in a mess? They will probably be killed as soon as possible." He knocked heavily on the door of the empty room, and M's voice came from inside: "Come in, Mr. Charles, I've been waiting for your report for a long time."

Shire pushed the door open, greeted M with a smile, sat on the swivel chair in front of her desk, shrugged and said, "A lot of weird things have been discovered, but there is no valuable evidence of guilt. Well, a large number of arms, a large number of cash, a large number of drugs... soft drugs, marijuana, all of them are marijuana, which should be illegal. However, I didn't find even a gold bar, let alone other treasures."

M frowned: "Is there really nothing?"

Charles shouted in surprise: "By the way, there are more than a hundred very luxurious coffins in his basement. Well, there is the largest coffin. His head is decorated with sterling silver. Boss, if you have to say it, this is the only thing I have found like gold and silver. Are there any other ones, really not."

M exhaled: "Okay, at least we prove that the robbery at the Tower of London has nothing to do with Yi Chen, or it doesn't matter. Those treasures are difficult to take action, and they can only be collected. Since you haven't found them, that is, they should not be in Yi's old nest. God testified, there is no need. I really don't want to deal with him anymore. This young man gave me a headache... Do you know, his men do a few bombings and can make us attacked by media big and big for a week. I don't want to provoke him. K and D probably won't give up, and they won't believe your information, so let them go. Those coffins... um..."

Charles shrugged and said very honestly: "Boss, it can be proved that those coffins are blood clans, commonly known as vampires, and they use them, well, very advanced vampires..."

Two young men walked in under the leadership of the secretary and said, "Is that right? We are looking for vampires, sir... Director M, hello, we are..."

M shook his head and said, "It's not important, your identity is not important. Dear young man, I know your identity. I even have your files here. Of course, they are all top secrets. Is there anything wrong? There is no need to contact us through those people." She had heard the self-introductions of the two young people long ago, and now there is no need to waste time.

Two young men stood one meter in front of M's desk and replied: "Yes, well, we found some bad signs, but there was no exact information. We thought, maybe you can have some detailed information here. Or, if there is some information that you did not notice, we need information about the recent large population flow and abnormal capital flows. Is this a reasonable requirement?"

M smiled: "Of course, dear boy, this is a very reasonable request. Mr. Charles, you take them to obtain these information. I will give you a letter of authorization. You can mobilize these information... Of course, I hope you don't provoke the vampires or vampires in "Chinatown". I don't care what creature they are. I don't want you to provoke them until they have endangered the security of London."

The two young men were stunned for a moment and frowned slightly. However, Charles had already smiled and said, "Boss, give me the authorization letter. I will be happy to serve the two gentlemen. Of course, I will explain to them that for the stability of our London, we should not provoke that dangerous terrorist."

M was a little hesitant, but he still picked up his pen, wrote a handwritten hand, handed it to Charles. Charles stood up, bowed slightly, and pointed at the two young people and said, "Please come with me, well, where is the person in charge of this information? Let me think about it..."

M held his forehead weakly and shook his head gently. She whispered: "Forget it, you are still humans. If you go to provoke Yi Chen, you will be shot to death without the so-called blood clans taking action. Well, let's do, why should I worry about this? It's much better to die a few people and hundreds of people at the headquarters."

Charles took two young men and walked forward and walked up and down the stairs of the huge temporary headquarters of MI6 for about ten minutes. Then he laughed and said, "Oh, I finally found the damn thing. Their office is in such a hidden place... By the way, I can tell you why the boss doesn't allow you to provoke that guy, because he is an extremely violent person, a very sinister, cunning and cruel gang leader. The entire London and surrounding areas are his territory. He has a vast relationship. If you offend him, it will be very troublesome."

The two young men looked at each other and said perfunctorily: "Of course, we follow your opinions... How do you know that those vampires are very advanced?"

Charles snickered and said lies: "I installed a wiretap machine and heard them call one of them His Highness the Earl... You see, the Earl, should be a person of great status?"

The two of them were obviously relieved and smiled: "Of course, the Count-level vampire is also a difficult person to deal with. Of course, we have the confidence to deal with them, but for everyone's sake, we will not deal with them in London."

A slander said, cheating two young people away. Seeing them walking away with a volume of information, Charles sneered: "It seems that half of the blood clan is still good. At least when facing the demon hunter, they can't sense my breath... Isn't this better? I don't want to fight with them. Oh, my dear Yi, I'm embarrassed to cause trouble to you. Of course, if I can use the power of the demon hunter to slightly weaken the power of the blood clan, I'm very happy... The dirty blood clan, hum, should be damned."

The two young men who had just acted very young, once they left the headquarters of MI6 and got into their companion's car, their faces changed immediately, their faces turned as if they were extremely blue and said gloomy: "I am a descendant of the blood clan, and the smell is very mild, but it is certain that he has the blood clan's bloodline and some unknown strength."

"That's right, that's it. I also felt that he was constraining his breath with all his strength, but his dark energy was too strong to be able to restrain it."

"What should I do? I'm very worried about the information he gave us. Could it be the correct information? I doubt this problem."

"MI6 seems to have been secretly controlled by the blood clan. It is not credible. We have to go to several other departments to ask... Sure enough, the blood clan has been secretly penetrating into our world, and they have even entered our core intelligence department. This is too dangerous. We must try our best to eliminate these bastards who have been infiltrated."

"Of course, we must eradicate them. But before that, we should probably visit 'Chinatown', and I want to see what's there. If the descendants of this blood clan tell us the truth and there are really many blood clans there, then it can prove something."

"What's the matter?"

"The blood clan has been divided, and some blood clans want to eliminate other blood clans. They want to use our power to complete this task. This is very ideal and is very beneficial to us. We can even cooperate with one sect of blood clans to eliminate another sect, and then concentrate our manpower to eliminate the people of this sect."

"Well, it's a good idea, but we must be careful when we go to explore. The vampire Count is not so easy to deal with. When we wiped out the Irish family, we sacrificed seven good players to work together to kill the Count... Well, we are actually really lucky that the legendary high-level blood clans did not appear in this world. Otherwise, how would we humans fight against them?"

The vehicle gradually faded away, but these witch hunters didn't know anything. They were all wrong. Charles was just a cloned descendant who had hatred for the entire blood clan. He did not represent the so-called blood clan. He represented only the hundreds of people cloned by the British military and the Gulons family.

Three hours later, two witch hunters came to D's department headquarters and successfully met D.

D frowned and looked at the two of them: "Dear gentlemen, I can believe that you are witch hunters, and I also believe that there are strange dark creatures in the world, because Mr. Zoren's reputation is enough to prove these things. But, in any case, I cannot agree with the inference that you call Yi Chen is also a vampire. Well, according to our information, he is a very normal person. Of course, I do not object to you to monitor him, and I even cooperate with you to monitor them, because I suspect he is the mastermind of a major case, and I must arrest him."

D waved his hand and stopped the two of them and said, "I will order my three special agent teams to cooperate with you with all their strength. You can get the support of the most advanced instruments. If necessary, I can mobilize a team of special forces to assist you. Of course, I will not come forward to admit that these actions have been authorized by me. You must act carefully. If you are hunting, or if you find something strange while hunting demons, then tell me as soon as possible, okay? That is to say, if you find items similar to scepters and crowns, please tell me as soon as possible."

D said to himself: "At the same time, I also very opposed your suspicion of MI6. Although I do not agree with Director M's excessive concerns about criminals, she is a very outstanding government official, and the loyalty of MI6 she leads is unquestionable."

A young man finally asked: "Sir, but that Shire is indeed a descendant of a blood clan, and we can feel it."

D glared at them with a sharp look for a long time, then slowly said: "This is not what you should care about, it is the absolute secret of the government. You don't have the right to know this. I just want to tell you that Shire, his origin is normal. And don't think that he is the representative of the so-called vampire. You have considered the problem too complicated. In fact, the answer is very simple, but I have no right to explain it to you."

Another young man said with a gloomy face: "I understand... In order to pursue the so-called powerful warriors or something, you have cooperated with the blood clan to create these guys, right? Don't you crazy people know that this is dangerous?"

D shrugged: "Dear gentlemen, you are too worried. We chose a family that intends to get along with us humans... Wrong, it's not us, but M's military department where she used to be. I explain this to you, just to tell you not to regard us as bad people... Well, everything is for England."

The two young witch hunters smiled and said sarcastically: "But Director D, why do you know these? The top secret department of the military, ah, you don't have the right to control these, right?"

D smiled cheerfully: "So what? I am the head of the intelligence department. I can always know something I need to know or want to know, but please don't tell others that I know this. Even if you say it, who will believe it? I am just a guardian who is obedient and secretly working hard for the security of the British Empire. I don't want to cause any big trouble...I won't admit everything I said."

D stood up, supported the table with both hands, and looked at the two young people fiercely: "Don't try to deal with MI6 people, otherwise you will find that this is one of your biggest mistakes in your life. We will definitely not allow people who don't want to do to harass our colleagues. Do you understand? This is our principle."

The two witch hunters looked at D, bowed slightly, turned around and walked out quickly-

Yi Chen was so busy that his mind was getting big. Eight hours ago, a large number of masters from the Secret Party flocked to him. Eight hours later, several branch leaders of the "Satan Corps" and a powerful subordinate also arrived, saying that he was ordered to obey Yi Chen's orders.

Yi Chen simply assigned them tasks: "Carry one hundred men to station in London and the surrounding areas for a long time, obey my orders, and I will bear all the expenses, but I must give me the best men and I will configure you any weapons you want."

A branch leader looked at Yi Chen with a provocative look: "We need a few powerful anti-tank missiles, and maybe we sometimes need to blow up a building with a tight defense."

Yi Chen looked at him in surprise: "Oh my God, my God, are you still using anti-tank missiles so backward? Come on, Kane, bring one of our latest goods."

Three minutes later, Kane came up with an iron box in his arms and threw it on the ground with a 'pitch'. The branch leader quickly opened the iron box, staring at the missile inside in a daze and said, "Damn it, all-terrain matching, supersonic low-skipping cruise missile... Why don't there be a manufacturer's nameplate?"

Yi Chen laughed at him ruthlessly: "Dear sir, should I go to the missile factory in the United States and tell them: 'I'm going to blow up your White House and sell me a few missiles.' Then, after I register my name, gender, age, and home address in detail, and then get a missile with a perfect quality guarantee letter with a three-year quality guarantee letter? You're kidding."

The head of the branch was flushed, and carefully closed the lid of the iron box, nodded and said, "Okay, sir, at least you will convince us at this point, but we must speak with our strength. Although we are ordered to obey your orders, we will not give you the respect you deserve."

Yi Chen said lazily: "Oh? Come on, gentlemen, you are not the number one in the killer world."

Several leaders changed their faces and muttered, "'They', hum, 'they', we suspect that none of them are human, so there is nothing to be ashamed of being able to accomplish tasks that we cannot accomplish."

Yi Chen asked them with a smile: "So, will you express your respect to 'them'?"

The killers' faces appeared: "Of course, sir, they are the top players in our industry, and we respect those with strength."

Yi Chen's big cigar pointed at himself: "Then, show respect to me, gentlemen. 'They', we... Of course, if you need me to show some strength, I won't mind." A huge pressure was slowly released from Yi Chen, and these killers couldn't stand firm and retreated back in panic. Their faces were first filled with fear, and then they turned into a deed of obedience.

Yi Chen smiled and said, "Okay, gentlemen, now we know our mutual trump card. I dare to ask you to come from the congress, which means that I can use you and I can make you obey me willingly. Now, are you willing to obey me completely and completely?"

The leaders of several major branch members of the "Satan Corps" bowed slowly: "Of course, boss, we will only obey your fate in the future."
To be continued...