There are three or five young and beautiful maids.

The two inspectors pressed their pockets with their hands, then they raised their bowler hats at the same time and bowed to Old Jack.

"All the laws and regulations of the Great Berlin city-state are to protect kind and law-abiding citizens like you! Dear Mr. Jack, we are very sorry for what happened today. There is no doubt that you are the victim, these damn gangsters, they are

You deserve it!"

In a large speed car parked on the roadside, a young man wearing a golden robe shook his head sternly. His long hair, as bright as gold, swayed with his movements, like a golden waterfall.

Swinging in the wind.

"These damn silverfish, I should really use thunder to judge their souls!" The blond-haired young man in gold robe snorted coldly, a few thin electric lights in his eyes jumped violently, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the speeding car.

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"Sandel, don't be so excited!" In the corner of the speeding car, a red-haired girl sitting on the floor, holding a wine bottle and drinking heavily, smiled and winked at the blond young man: "They are

Silverfish, but they are indispensable in a city-state! Without them, would we have to deal with those despicable lives?"

With a slight shake of her slender white hands, three fireballs the size of goose eggs quickly spun around the palm of the red-haired girl. She glanced at the pub through the window of the speeding car and sneered a few times as if she felt something.

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"Sander, there seems to be someone of our kind in this tavern. A self-destructive guy, he has soiled his bloodline."

Sandel stood up slowly, a ray of lightning appeared on his body, and the low thunder could be heard. He raised his head proudly, stretched out a finger, and shook it coldly at the girl.

"Fennes, that guy who has fallen for himself has a similar aura to you. In other words, he has tarnished the blood of your clan. I'm very curious. With your personality, shouldn't you rush over now and kill him?

Did he burn to ashes?"

The door of the flying car was knocked, and Sandor and Feniss closed their mouths at the same time. The third person sitting in the car, a young man wearing a white robe, with a peaceful face and a hot and pure breath, responded softly and pulled away.

The door of the flying car.

On the sidewalk, a man in white robe who was inspecting the corpses rushed into the flying car and bowed respectfully to the three people in the car.

"Three adults, we carefully examined the corpses, and we found some very strange traces. The guy named Heimda, his head was chopped off with a clean blow. Judging from the wounds, he was killed.

The weapon should be a very sharp and flexible soft sword."

"A very sharp, flexible sword?" Sandor smiled and snapped his fingers at the white-robed boy: "Hey, boss, tell me, if in the most chaotic neighborhood with the highest crime rate in the city-state of Berlin,

If someone is killed by a very sharp, flexible sword, who will be the murderer?"

The young man in white robe slowly stood up, holding a shining silver cross in both hands, and his peaceful face suddenly turned extremely ferocious.

"Damn vampires, those evil monsters, their only fate is to turn into ashes in the sun."

A layer of blazing white light surged out from the young man's eyebrows, and soon formed a set of magnificent silver-white armor on his body.

"Call all our subordinate hunters and completely surround this neighborhood. We would rather kill a hundred thousand by mistake than let one go!"

Sandor and Fenice looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders at the same time, and agreed with a smile.

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