Chapter 22 Chapter Twenty Two

With the moon high in the night sky, Mr. O relaxed on the ground and let out a sigh.He'd been lurking on the edge of the meadow since the sun had set four hours ago, waiting patiently for someone to show up at the farm...but nothing happened, just like the past two days, nothing happened.Well, he recalled yesterday morning, near sunrise, when there seemed to be a shadow moving in the house.Whatever it was, after a quick glance, it was never seen again. He really wanted to use all the resources of the secondary society to search and rescue his wife. If he could send every secondary person under his command... But it would be like sending someone to death—anyone would slander and report in front of Omega Saying that the focus of the Society had been shifted to an insignificant female vampire, he was in big trouble.

He glanced at his watch again and cursed a few words.Speaking of Omega... Mr. O needs to report to his master tonight, and he has no choice but to abide by the date set by him.Continuing to live as a killer was the only way to get his woman back.He couldn't put himself in danger because he didn't want to face an important audience. He took out his mobile phone, summoned three sub-team members, and ordered them to guard the farm.The location had been proven to be haunted by vampires, so at least he'd have a good excuse to lay out detailed missions. Twenty minutes later, several secondary people trotted through the woods one by one, their boots stomping on the snow and making noises.The three tall men had just gone through the initiation ceremony, so their hair was still black, and their skin was red from the cold.They obviously thought they had been reused and were very excited and ready to go into battle at any time, but Mr. O told them that they only needed to observe and monitor.If someone is present, do not attack unless they show signs of leaving.And no matter the gender of the vampire, male or female, they must be captured alive, and there is no other choice.According to Mr. O's thinking, if he were his woman's family, before allowing her to show up again near the farm, he would definitely send someone to investigate first.If she had already died, and her relatives wanted to take away her relics, he would also catch them all, and then learn about her burial place from them.

After making sure that the sub-team members understood what he meant, Mr. O walked through the woods and returned to his truck, which was hidden under a large pine tree.He drove into Highway 22, and found that the Ford Explorer that the secondary people were riding on was parked carelessly on the side of the road, less than 800 meters away from the entrance of the farm. He immediately called those idiots and told them to use their idiot brains and hide the car well.Then drive to the hut.Along the way, the image of his woman lingered in his mind, making the road in front of him blurred.He seemed to see her lovely appearance, with wet hair and body, standing under the shower head, so pure...

Then, the image changed, and she was naked, lying on her back, being pressed down by the ugly vampire who took her away.The male vampire was touching her... kissing her... crashing into her... and she was enjoying it. Mr. O gripped the steering wheel until the knuckles of his fingers almost popped out of the skin.He tried to calm himself down, but the anger in his chest was like a raging bull, and the only thing holding it was a chain made of paper. He knew from the bottom of his heart that if she hadn't died, then the moment he found her, he would have killed her with his own hands.All he had to do was picture her fooling around with that fraternity guy, and all his good sense was out of his mind.

Still, doing that put Mr. O in an awkward position, and life without her was horrific.Killing himself immediately after her death might have been an attractive idea, but such a foolish move would only put him in Omega's hands again, with no possibility of escape.After the annihilation, the secondary people will return to the master. Next, another thought popped into his mind.He imagined what his woman would look like in years to come, her skin turning pale, her hair blond, her eyes the color of clouds, and finally a second person like him.It's really a perfect solution.He stepped on the brakes hard, and the truck stopped abruptly in the middle of Route 22.

In this way, she will always be his. As midnight approached, Bella put on a pair of old blue jeans and her favorite red terry sweater, went into the bathroom, pulled off the two towels that were blocking the mirror, and looked at herself.The image in the mirror stared back at her as always: blue eyes, high cheekbones, wide lips, dark brown hair. She pulled up the hem of the sweater and looked at her belly.The skin has become smooth and flawless, and there is no longer the name of the second person.She unconsciously touched the original position of the handwriting with her hand. "Are you ready?" Saddist asked her.

She looked in the mirror, and behind her was the grim form of Saddiste: all in black, with numerous weapons hanging, coal-black eyes fixed on her bare skin. "The wound has healed." She said to herself, "It's only been forty-eight hours." "Well, I'm also very glad about that." "I'm a little scared to go back to my own house." "Ferry and Butch will go with us. You will be adequately protected." "I know..." she put down the sweater, "it's just...what if I dare not go in?" "Then we'll go another night, no matter how long it takes." He held up her coat.

She shrugged, put on her coat, and said, "You have more important things to do than take care of me." "Not now, I have nothing important to do. Give me your hand." The moment she raised her hand, Sardiste's fingertips also trembled, and she vaguely understood that this might be the first time he asked her to touch, and she was looking forward to the transition from contact to hug. Unfortunately, it seemed that he had no interest in hugging, and instead placed a delicate small pistol in her hand without even brushing her skin with his fingers. She pushed back the pistol with some disgust: "No, I..."

"You grab it like this..." "Wait, I don't want to..." "Like this," he forced the handle of the gun into her palm, "it's safety. Open, close, understand? Open...close. It may be difficult for you to kill people with this thing, but inside With two bullets, that should be enough to slow down a secondary, enough time for you to get away. You just aim and pull the trigger twice. No need to change clips or do anything else. Right Target the chest, the target there is bigger." "I don't want this thing." "I don't want you to have it either. But it's better than letting you die for nothing."

She shook her head, closed her eyes, and stopped talking.Sometimes the truth of life and death is too ugly to bear. "Bella? Bella? Look at me." After she opened her eyes, he continued, "This gun is in the outer right pocket of the coat. If you want to use it, you must put it in the right hand pocket. place." She opened her mouth to speak, but he continued, "You stay with Butch and Ferry. As long as you follow them, it's basically impossible to use this thing." "Then where are you going?" "It's nearby." He turned around, and Bella saw that there was still a knife pinned to his back waist—it really wasn't just the two daggers on his chest and the pistol hanging on his waist.She really wanted to know how many weapons were hidden on his body where she couldn't see them?

Sadist stopped at the door and lowered his head: "I will make sure you don't have to take out that gun, Bella. I promise you, but I can't let you take nothing." With a deep sigh, she put the miniature weapon into the pocket of her coat. Ferry was already waiting outside the corridor, his back leaning against the balcony.He also wore a battle suit, with a dagger and a gun.There was an inexplicable silence about him.Bella smiled at him, and he just nodded slightly, putting on his black leather coat. Sadist's cell phone rang, and he opened the cover: "'Xiaozi', are you there? How's the situation?" After hanging up the phone, he nodded, "You can go." The three walked out of the front hall together and came to the courtyard.In the cold wind, the palms of the two men never left their pistols, and they disintegrated and teleported together. Bella emerged from the porch, facing the red door with its still-glossy brass knocker, and she could feel Saddiste and Ferry standing behind them, their tall bodies tensing.Footsteps sounded, and she looked back to see Butch walking toward the porch, also clutching his pistol. The idea of ​​taking up their time so she could come into the house as she pleased suddenly struck her as dangerous and selfish.She opened the door with her mind and walked in. The whole house smells the same.The customary scent of lemon ceresin and her favorite rosemary candles mingled from the wide pine floors. When the door was closed and the alarm was turned off, she glanced behind her, butch and Ferry followed closely behind her, and Sardiste was out of view. She knew that he must have left them.But she prefers that he stay in the house, with her. She took a deep breath and looked around the living room.You can see those familiar shadows and projections without turning on the lights. "Everything looks... God, it looks the same." Except for one glaring vacancy on the desk: the mirror is missing.That's what she picked out with her mother in Manhattan about a decade ago.Revander had always liked the mirror.Did he take it?She wasn't sure if she was offended or simply moved. When she reached out to turn on the desk lamp, Butch stopped her: "Sorry, no light." She nodded and continued to walk in, and more belongings came into view.She felt like she was surrounded by friends she hadn't seen in years.Both happy, a little sad, and relieved.She'd been pretty sure she'd just be depressed... When she entered the dining room, she stopped, fear already bubbling in her stomach under the wide French doors at the end of the kitchen. She strengthened her will and walked to the other side.The room seemed to be in order, with not a single broken item, she recalled the fight that had taken place. "Someone cleaned this place," she whispered. "It's Sadist." Butch walked up to her, gun held up to his chest, scanning the surroundings vigilantly. "He... did these?" She reached out and swept the table. "He was here for hours the night you were taken away. The downstairs was also cleaned immaculately." She tried to imagine Sadist picking up blood and glass with bucket and mop. Why?She thought hard. Butch shrugged and replied, "He said it was his personal business." "What explanation does he have...why is it his personal business?" Was she asking too loudly?As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she secretly thought that something was wrong. While the human shook her head, she noticed Ferry staring out the door, pretending to be thoughtful. "Are you going to your bedroom?" Butch asked. After she nodded, Ferry said, "I'm staying here." She went down to the basement and found everything in order and very clean.She opened the closet, looked through the drawers where the clothes were placed, and wandered around in the bathroom again.Every tiny detail dimmed her eyes, the little bottle of perfume, the magazine she bought before she was kidnapped, the candle that had been lit by the four-legged bathtub. She lingered in the room, touching and checking every corner in various ways. She wanted to stay here for a few more hours, or even a whole day, but she could feel Butch's growing tension. . "I think I've seen enough tonight." She said, but she longed to stay here longer. Butch walked ahead, and the two came to the first floor.He walked into the kitchen, looked at Ferry and said, "She's about to leave." Ferry opened the phone cover and paused for a moment: "Asa, it's time to leave, help the 'tiaozi' light up the car." Butch puts the lid on the basement.Bella walked to the fish tank and bent over to look around.She doubted whether she would live in this farm again. "Have you got anything to take?" Butch asked. "No, I think..." There was a gunshot outside the house, and the dull explosion sounded with the wind. Butch pulled her behind him: "Be quiet." He whispered in Bella's ear. "At the front." Ferry bent down, shrunk his body, and pointed his pistol at the passage at the door, which was the only way to pass. Another shot, and then another, and much closer, around the house. "Let's go through the tunnel." Butch shouted, pulling Bella and pushing her towards the basement door. Ferry's muzzle moved following the sound outside: "I'll cover you." As soon as Butch's hand touched the cellar doorknob, perhaps within a fraction of a second, he suddenly fell headlong to the ground. The rear French doors behind the two were smashed open, shards of wooden frames were ejected and shards of glass flew. Sadist seemed to be pushed in by some kind of huge force, and the whole door was smashed to pieces with his back.He landed hard on the kitchen floor, hitting his head on the tile with such force that the impact sounded like another gunshot.The secondary man who had thrown him in let out a howl and jumped onto his chest, and the other two secondary men rushed into the house afterward and were running towards the cellar stairs. Sadist was completely pressed under the killer's body, motionless like a stone, did he pass out, or died? Bella screamed loudly, and Butch, who came to life, pushed her away.The only place to hide is the kitchen counter.He pushed her in that direction, covering her with his body.However, they have been trapped in the kitchen. Ferry and Butch raised their guns at the two people whose limbs were intertwined and rolled on the ground at the same time, but the secondary killer didn't seem to care.The undead monster raised its iron fist and slammed it on Sadiste's head. "No!" Bella growled, too. Oddly enough, the punch seemed to wake Saddist instead, or perhaps Bella's calling.The pair of pitch-black eyes suddenly opened, and a horrifying ferocity appeared on his face. Immediately, his hands grabbed the secondary man's armpits, twisted forcefully, and bent the other's arms into a terrifying twisted posture. Sadist rushed forward like lightning and sat on the second man.He tightly twisted the Second Killer's right arm until it bent at a strange angle.Then, he pressed his thumb on the second man's face until it sank half of a finger.The long fangs were also exposed, shining with a deadly white luster, and then bit the secondary man's neck, the fangs pierced straight into the esophagus. The killer howled loudly under the severe pain, kicking his legs frantically.But all this is just the beginning.Sadist tore his prey in two until the two parts could no longer move.He stopped, panting heavily, and inserted his fingers into the second man's black hair, parting the sides, obviously looking for the white roots. Bella could have told him it wasn't David, if she could get her voice back now. Sadist cursed, his breathing slowed down, and he still rode on the body of the enemy he had killed, observing possible signs of life, and seemed to be preparing to continue his attack. Then he frowned and looked up, as if he had just realized that the battle was over, and in full view. Oh... God, his face was covered in the black blood of the second man, and there were more spots on his chest and hands. The black eyes turned to her, bright and flickering, like blood spilled to protect her.But he quickly looked away, trying to hide a trace of pleasure in killing his opponent. "The other two have also been resolved." His breathing was still a little heavy.He pulled up the bottom edge of his T-shirt and wiped his face. Ferry walked toward the porch. "Where are they? The front lawn?" "I stabbed the two secondary ones," Saddiste ordered, looking at Butch. "Take her home, right now. She's too scared to disintegrate. And, Ferry, you Go with them. Call me when she gets home in the front hall. Clear?" "What about you?" Butch asked, leading Bella around the dead secondary. Sadist stood up and drew out a dagger: "After sending this one on the road, I will wait for other people to come to the door. If these bastards don't report, more people will come." "We'll be back." "As long as you take her home, I don't care what you guys do. Now shut up and go drive." Bella reached out to pull him.She was horrified by what Saddist had done and what he looked like now—bruises and fight marks all over his body, the second-person killer mixed with his own blood, running down his clothes. But Sadist waved her away, wanting to drive her away: "Fucking her away." John hopped off the bus and came home feeling so relieved that he almost fell to the ground.God, if these two days of practice were just a formality, the next few years might be hell. He went to the door and whistled. Wells' voice came from the study: "Hi, how are you doing today?" He took off his coat and whistled twice briskly, expressing something like "It's okay, not bad, no problem". "Okay. Hey, by the way, Havers will be here in an hour." John was about to enter Wells' study when he suddenly froze when he heard this.Wells sat in front of the desk, and there was a large pile of ancient books on the desk, most of which were open.The piles and bundles of pages reminded him of those little dogs lying on their backs waiting for their masters to scratch their bellies. "You look tired," she said with a smile. "Before Havers comes over, I'm going to lie down for a while." He gestured. "Are you sure you're okay?" Of course, he forced a smile and pretended to be fine.He hated lying to Wells, but he also didn't want to mention his failure.And in another sixteen hours, he had to go through it again.He needs rest.No doubt they were having a hard time after a bunch of failures. "The doctor is here, and I'll wake you up." thanks. He turned around, and Wells said behind him: "I hope you understand that no matter what the test says, we will face it together." He glanced at Wells.It seemed that she was equally worried. He trotted all the way over, hugged her, and rushed back to his room.He didn't even bother to throw a change of clothes into the laundry basket, he just dropped his backpack and camping bag and threw himself on the bed.Eight full hours of ridicule accumulated enough to sleep through him for a whole week. It's just that now his mind is only thinking of Havers' visit.God, if this was all just a mistake, if it wasn't possible for him to become something powerful and extraordinary, if his dreams were nothing more than a wild fantasy after watching too many classic vampire movies... What if the majority of his body is human genes? From a certain point of view, this is in line with the truth.Although his training had only just begun, he was clearly different from the other unconverted teenagers in the class.As long as it is physical activity, his performance is terrible, and he is more than a little weaker than others.More practice might help, though he remains deeply skeptical. John closed his eyes, hoping for a good dream.A dream that would turn him into a burly man, make him strong and... Tormont's voice woke him up: "Havers is here." John yawned and stretched, trying to avoid seeing the sympathetic look on Tormont's face.That was another bad memory from training, when Tormont was always a mess. "How are you, boy... I mean, John?" John shook his head and gestured, "I'm fine, but I'd rather be called a 'child' by you." Tormont smiled: "That's good, I think so too. Let's go now, let's announce the results of the test, shall we?" John followed Tormont into the living room, where Havers sat on the sofa, looking like a professor in his tortoiseshell-framed glasses, buttoned jacket, and red bow tie. "Hello, John," he said. John raised his hand and sat on the side sofa closest to Wells. "I've already got the results of your blood test." Havers took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his sportswear. "It took a little longer because of some unexpected circumstances." John sneaked a glance at Tormont, then Wells.God... what if he was human at all?What will they do to him?Does he have to leave... "John, you are a pure fighter, and there is hardly any blood from other races mixed in your body." Tormont burst out laughing and clapped his hands hard: "Damn! This is great!" John also began to smirk, his mouth opened, and he was almost overwhelmed by happiness. "However, there are some others." Haverston lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "You belong to the son of Macaron, the blood of Darian, very similar, you are probably his son—actually too Close... you must be his son." A petrified silence filled the room. John looked back and forth at Tormont and Wells, the two of them remained motionless as if frozen in ice.Is this good news, or bad news?Who is Darien?Judging by their expressions, maybe this guy is a criminal, or... Torment suddenly jumped up from the sofa and hugged John into his arms, with such strength that they almost merged into one.John's feet were dangling in the air, and he was almost out of breath. He could only look at Wells with his eyes, and she also covered her mouth with her hands, and tears kept rolling down her face. Tormont let go of his hand abruptly, and took a few steps back.He coughed slightly, with tears in his eyes: "Okay... what do you want to know?" He cleared his throat several times, wiped his face, and looked disturbed. "Who is Darian?" John sat down again, signing in sign language. A smile slowly broke out on Tormont's face: "He's my best friend, brother in battle, and mine...I can't wait to tell you all about him, which means you have a sister .” "Who?" "Beth, our queen, Xie Lan of Reese..." "Well, about her." Havers looked at John and interjected, "I don't quite understand your reaction to her appearance. Your CAT test showed everything was normal, and the EKG and CBC results were also. I believe you That said, she is the cause of your loss of consciousness, but I can't figure out how. I want you to keep her distance for a while, let's see if this symptom occurs in other situations first, is it okay?" John nodded, though he would have loved to see that woman again, especially now that he knew their blood relationship.A sister, so cool... "Now, about another question." Havers emphasized. Wells leaned forward and put one hand on John's knee: "Havers has something to talk to you about." John frowned, what is it?He gestured slowly. The doctor smiled, trying to reassure him: "I want you to see a psychiatrist." There was a chill in John's body. He watched Wells anxiously, and then Torment's face, hoping to find out how much the doctor had revealed to them about what happened to him a year ago. "Why should I go?" He continued to sign, "I'm fine." Wells' answer was very peaceful: "It's just to help you better experience the transformation and adapt to the new world." "Your first appointment is tomorrow night." Havers continued, lowering his head, staring at John from the top edge of his glasses, his eyes clearly revealed that either you should obediently go for treatment, or I will send you to the doctor tell them the real reason. Although furious, John had no choice.However, he still decided to accept this blackmail of kindness and mercy, which was better than letting Tormont and Wells know of any painful past he had encountered. "Okay, I'll go." "I'll take you there." Tormont hurriedly said, and suddenly thought of something again, and frowned, "I mean... I can find someone else to take you... Butch will take you there." John's face flushed with fever.He didn't want Tormont to have the chance to hear the therapist's orders, absolutely not. Just then the doorbell rang. Wells grinned and explained, "Oh, great, it's Sharel who's here, and she's here to help prepare for the Winter Solstice. John, do you want to help with us?" Is Sarah here again?She didn't say anything when the two of them were chatting last night. "John, would you like to help me with Sarah?" He nodded hastily, and wanted to pretend that he was not very urgent, but his body was already bright like neon, positive and excited. He looked at the hands on his knees, trying to restrain the smile on his face.