The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 192 The Plan Begins

After getting out of the abandoned lighthouse, Davis took a long breath of the night breeze on the sea, feeling the coldness that penetrated his heart and spleen, and took out a Camel cigarette.

A bit of gentle orange-yellow fire ignited at the right time, and it approached him very discerningly.

The old agent's movements froze, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

"Mr. Lai, if you don't stay down below and watch, why are you following me?"

The flame like a candle swayed, and the warm light illuminated the slender fingers, gray sleeves, and a face with two neat mustaches and a half-smile.

"Oh, Brother Zhou and I have agreed to take turns taking care of each other. It just so happens that I have to go back to the Chamber of Commerce to handle some matters. How about we all go the same way?"

Henry Lai smiled and handed the lighter forward again.

Davis was silent for a moment and finally accepted his "kind offer."

Spurting out a puff of lingering acrid gray mist, the old agent narrowed his eyes and stared at the overly alert old neighbor with an expressionless expression.

"A person's life and energy are always limited. I think... if you have to figure out everything, life will be very tiring!

What do you think? my friend. "

After he said the above words without thinking, he walked directly onto a special small yacht with his guards, without even bothering to take another look.

Although he said he wanted to go with him, Henry Lai stopped where he was at the moment, with no intention of following. He only kept a smile on his lips and watched the ship break away from the thin night fog and merge into the vast night.

On the yacht, Davis quickly walked into the cabin with a gloomy face, pulled off his tie and threw it to his entourage, got into a guest room, and stepped into the drawn magic circle. The men in black at the four corners opened their hands at the same time, crystal Transparent ripples spread out.

The next second, his figure appeared on the tarmac in a remote valley.

Chris's assistant, who had been waiting here for a long time, came forward and led him onto a smooth-lined mini jet.

"Do I have to go in person?"

The silver-haired old lady frowned and handed over a flannel jacket.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt in the black stone ashtray, taking his coat and wrapping it up, Davis closed his eyes and sighed.

"After planning for so long, I have to see it with my own eyes before I can rest assured. After the plan is successful, for the sake of insurance, Alex's contract will be re-signed. I will not give 'it' to that idiot political thug Frank!"

After a short rest, he opened his eyes, his face looking pure and determined.

"Go ahead and let the plan begin!"

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In Chicago on the shores of the Great Lakes, the moonlight is like a veil, shrouding the hidden old villas, applying a slight silver frost to the dark roof tiles.

This property belongs to the oldest blood family in the Federation, the nobles of the dark world for hundreds of years...

Today will go away with the wind.

In addition, the mines, manors, real estate, stocks, companies that have been accumulated over a long period of time...the human elite Hagui tribe who have been recruited and spent endless efforts to weave a protective network that allows them to live a happy life. To be gone.

From this point of view, perhaps it should be said that the entire [Black Night] family died together...

Of course, our patriarch doesn’t think so!
  After all, in his heart, he is his family...

Craven thought with an indifferent expression.

Looking at the tribesmen who were evacuating in a hurry with important supplies, he took off his customary gold-embroidered dress and put on simple black casual clothes and returned to the villa.

The exquisite sculptures of famous artists in the courtyard were covered with a thin layer of dust, and only a pool of stagnant water remained in the gorgeous marble fountain.

Walking through the deserted hall with empty tables and chairs, Craven could not help but recall in his mind the lively scenes of the past, where people were drunk, drunk, and beauties intertwined. His steps paused slightly, then returned to normal speed.

When he came to his study room and opened the secret room behind the bookshelf, he returned to his usual capable and capable appearance, bowing respectfully towards the rectangular blood-colored mirror.

"Your Majesty Duke Victor, things are as expected. In addition to the major organizations convened by the government, others include the Scholomance Society, Wicca, and all the powerful forces in the federation are rushing to Mexico, hoping to gain access to the secret realm. There is no one to take a piece of the pie and pay attention to us.

Everything has been arranged. The vanguard has arrived and hid near the Elizabeth Islands with the sacrifices collected, waiting for your orders at any time! "

"Well done!" The vicissitudes of the voice made waves.

"Please inform me that when the polar night falls there tomorrow, the plan will begin!
  My...the glory of my clan is eternal! "

Hearing the truthful words that the other party almost blurted out in excitement, Craven clenched his fingers tightly into fists, his face unchanged at all, but deep down in his heart, like an undercurrent of magma, he felt the urge to destroy everything.

"Is this the overall situation that matters most? Is this the noble elder?
  Your life is really so noble..."

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A ray of pearly moonlight dropped from the crack on the top of the abandoned sewer, rolling wantonly on the shiny black fur.

On the throne made of cement blocks and steel, a rough half-werewolf man appeared with his mouth wide open, his long scarlet tongue rolling, and the misty moonlight seemed to have turned into something tangible and was pulled into his mouth.

"Have you purified your bloodline to such an extent that you have even begun to transform into the moon-devouring divine wolf Hati?

As expected of you, the leader of the pack - Lucian! "

Words of praise came out of the mouth of the black man with a rigid face.

"Ha, thank you, Lord Blade. Your sword dance can easily cut through the enhanced witchcraft of the shamans, and yet it can hit it all the way. Your fine control really amazes me."

If one ignores the werewolves lying around who had their tendons cut open with surgical precision and were lying there like mud, the atmosphere is harmonious, like two old friends complimenting each other.

The rugged man with shawl hair licked his lips, as if he was savoring the taste of the moonlight.

"Besides, I don't dare to admit the title of the so-called leader of the pack. The bloodline of the wolf clan is as dense as a big tree, and I am just a small one among them. That smelly old bat made up legends to boost my own self-esteem. , but it can never be hidden from the wise."

The legendary demon hunter, [Blade] Eric held his beloved blade flat in front of him and blew out a stream of air.

A trace of black and red blood gradually gathered into blood drops, swaying and dripping from the silver-white tip of the knife.

"But the grudge between you and him is real!
  In ancient times, you were enslaved by him, and your lover was his daughter, and she died because of it!

There must be no one in this world who knows him better than you! "

Eric neatly sheathed his sword, implicitly expressing his neutral attitude.

"I have asked a lot of 'people' recently, but in the end I found nothing. After much deliberation, you are the only one who can solve my doubts."

"What are they doing... To be more specific, Vampire Duke Victor, what is he planning?"

To Eric's surprise, Wolf Leader Lucian answered the question readily.

"He's dying!"

The strong man scratching his beard gasped and chuckled, his words full of pleasure.

"He can hide it from everyone, but he can't hide it from me. He is too old. The old wounds accumulated over the long years have left indelible marks on his soul and body, even if he has been in semi-censorship for a long time. The dormant state cannot last too long...

Unless... break through the shackles of the realm and advance again! "

(End of this chapter)