Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-Nine

The night was low and light streamed out of the cabin. Mr. U has not got up from the computer all day.Through emails and mobile phones, he tracked down the last twenty-eight secondary killers in the Caldwell area, and arranged a midnight meeting.At that time, he will reorganize them into teams, and then arrange five people to focus on the recruitment task. After tonight's meeting, he'll be sending only two sub-teams into town.Commoner vampires aren't haunting the bar as much as they used to, because too many of their kind have been kidnapped and tortured in that area.It's time to turn our attention elsewhere.

He thought about it and decided to disperse the rest of the people into the residential area.Vampires are active at night, but only at home.Trying to pick them out from the crowd is a problem... "You're such an idiot." Mr. U jumped up from his chair. Mr. O was naked, standing at the door of the wooden house.There were paw prints on the chest, as if it had been scratched heavily by something.His face was sullen, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like he had been beaten and angry. He slammed the door and locked the two together in the room. Mr. U was suddenly immobilized, and no matter how desperately he struggled, every major muscle in him was unable to make defensive movements.Everything is clear, now who is the chief secondary.Only the killer standing at the top has the right to control the bodies of his subordinates.

"You have forgotten two very important points." Mr. O casually pulled out a knife from the sword case hanging on the wall, "First, Omega is very capricious; second, I am more right His personal appetite. I can figure out a way to get back here, and it doesn't take too much effort." Seeing the blade approaching him, Mr. U struggled and screamed, trying to escape. "Well, say 'good night,' Mr. U. When you see Omega, say 'Hello' to him. He's waiting for you." It's six o'clock, it's time to leave. Bella looked around the room to make sure that everything she needed to take away was packed.She didn't have much to take with her, and she'd moved everything out of Sadiste's bedroom last night, most of it in the Bean gym bag.

Fritz would come in at any moment to help her with her luggage.He'd drive everything over to Havers and Marisa.Thank God the siblings were willing to do Ravenji a favor by accepting her.Their house and the clinic beneath it were such a fortress that even Ravenji would be perfectly happy with her safety. At 6:30, she will also disintegrate and teleport there.Ravenji would meet her there. As if suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, she walked into the bathroom again, checked behind the shower curtain, and made sure she had brought her own shampoo.That's right, there's nothing there.She didn't leave anything in the bathroom or in the house.Therefore, after she leaves, no one will know that she has stayed in this mansion, and no one will...

Oh my god, stop talking.She stopped herself in her heart. There was a knock on the door, and she walked over to it and opened it: "Hi, Fritz, my bag is here..." Sadist stood outside the door, in battle attire, leather jacket, pistol and dagger. She jumped back in fright: "what are you doing here?" He walked into the room, didn't say anything, but looked like he was ready to pounce. "I don't need a fully armed guard." Bella tried to remain calm, "I mean, I'll disintegrate and teleport there by myself, and the clinic is 100% safe." Sadist still didn't say a word, just stared at her, radiating masculine energy.

"Are you here to scare me?" she asked displeasedly, "or is there something else?" When he locked the door behind him, her heart trembled. She kept backing away, leaning against the edge of the bed: "What do you want, Sadist?" He moved on, as if lurking toward her.Those pale yellow eyes looked at her intently, and a tense breath built up in his body.Suddenly, she could easily guess that he was looking for some kind of release. "Don't tell me, you've come to beg me to be your spouse now?" "Well, I'm not." His voice was almost low, growling from his throat.

She spread her hands, yes, will there be any changes?No matter what she says is good or bad, as long as he wants, he can possess her as much as he wants.It's just that... like an idiot, she doesn't know how to refuse.Especially after he committed all kinds of wrong things, she still misses him.Damn it. "I don't want to sleep with you." "I'm not here for myself," he said, continuing to walk towards her. Oh my god, his smell...his body...so close.What a fool she is. "Don't come near me. I don't want you anymore." "No, you're still thinking about me, I can smell it." He stretched out his hand to stroke her neck, his index finger slid down and landed on the vein, "I can feel the surge in your blood vessels."

"I'll hate you if you do that." "You already hate me." Unless that hatred is real... "Saddiste, I can't sleep with you anymore." He bent down and put his mouth close to her ear: "I'm not asking you for those things." "Then what do you want?" She pushed towards his shoulder but failed, "Why do you want to do this?" "Because I just came out of my brother's room." "What did you say?" "You didn't let him drink your blood." Sadist's lips brushed her neck, and then stepped back, watching her. "You'll never accept him, will you? You'll never be with him." Ferry is together, no matter from the outside, he is a perfect match for you in identity and appearance."

"Saddiste, for God's sake, you left me alone..." "You won't accept my twin, so you'll never come back here, will you?" She let out a quick breath: "Yes, I won't." "That's why I'm here." Her anger boiled over and ran into her lust for him: "I don't understand why you took every opportunity to push me away. Remember that little episode in the alley that night? You never Blood sucked on that woman to drive me away, didn't I? I didn't say a word." "Bella..." "Next thing you want me to be with your brother. Listen, I know you don't love me, but you know exactly how I feel about you. Do you know that the man you want wants you to give other men How does it feel when a person sucks blood?"

He lowered his hand and stepped aside. "You're right." He rubbed his face, "I shouldn't be here. But I can't let you go like this No... In my head, I always feel that you will come back. You understand, come back and Fei Rui together. I always thought I could see you again, even from afar." help me god.She begged, tired of these inconsistencies: "What does it matter if you can't see me?" He just shook his head, turned and walked towards the door, which almost made her want to be violent. "Answer me! Why should you care if I never come back?"

He held the doorknob in his hand as she yelled at him, "Why would you care?" "I do not care." She threw herself across the room, trying to hit him, grab him, and make him feel the pain.He half-turned and missed her hit.She grabbed his head, pulled it over and kissed him.His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight until he couldn't breathe, and his tongue stuck in her mouth.He picked her up and walked to the bed. She despaired that sex in anger was a bad idea, a terrible idea. In the next second, the two of them were entangled and fell on the mattress... He finally let go of her legs, threw himself on her, and leaned on her neck to breathe. "Oh my god...I don't want this to happen," he finally said. "I'm sure of that." She pushed him aside and sat up, feeling more weary than ever in her life, "I'm going to see my brother soon. I think you'd better go. " He cursed, in a hollow, pained voice.Then he handed her pants, unwilling to let go.He stared at her for a long time, and she was like a fool, waiting for him to say the words she wanted to hear: I'm sorry I hurt you, I love you, don't go. After a while, he lowered his hands, got up and straightened his clothes, zipped up his trousers, and walked to the door.It was only when he looked back that she realized that he was still fully armed and clothed during the sex. Oh, they're just having sex, right? His voice was suppressed in his throat: "I'm sorry..." "Don't tell me that now." "So... thanks, Bella... for it all, really. I... thank you." After speaking, he left. John procrastinated and stayed in the gym, while other students ran to the locker room.It was seven o'clock at night, but he could have sworn it would be three o'clock in the morning.What a day.Because the fraternity fighters wanted to get out early, training started at noon, and they left behind homework that would take hours to complete: tactical training ordered by Ricky and computer technology homework assigned by Vershaws.The three hours of practice were brutal, running laps, jiu jitsu, unarmed weapons training, including an introductory lesson on the nunchuk. These two wooden sticks connected by chains are simply John's nightmare, exposing all his weaknesses, especially his abysmal hand-eye coordination.But he's not ready to give up just yet.While the other kids had gone to the shower, he went back to the equipment room and picked up a set of nunchucks.He figured he might be able to practice until the bus came and then go home and shower. He began to swing the stick slowly sideways, and the whistling sound was very relaxing.He slowly increased his speed, let the stick swing up, then shifted to the left and back again.Again and again, until the sweat broke out, over and over again... He let the stick hit himself again, this time on the forehead. This made his knees go weak, and after a few seconds of support, he still fell down.Put your arms around your head, and place one hand on your left temple.There are gold stars in his eyes, there is no doubt that his eyes are full of gold stars. Confused, he blinked desperately.There was a sneaky laugh behind him.The joy in that laugh told who it was, but he turned to look anyway.Under his arm, he saw Rush standing five meters away.Light-colored hair is wet, with a grim smile, and bright everyday clothes. "You are such a useless fellow." John focused on the blanket, not thinking about the scene where Rush had seen him hit his head.Those guys have already seen it in class, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. God...if only he could see clearly.He shook his head, loosened his neck... and saw another set of nunchucks on the carpet.Was it thrown by Rush? "No one is more useless than you. Why don't you get out? Oh, wait. Then you won't be able to chase the stars of the Black Sword Brotherhood. Next, what can you do every day?" The guy's laughter was stopped by a low voice: "You don't move, blond brat, just breathe." A huge palm appeared in front of John.He looked up to see Saddist standing in front of him in full combat gear. Instinctively, John grabbed the hand in front of him and was easily pulled from the floor. Sadist narrowed his black eyes, and there was an angry glimmer in them: "The bus is already waiting, go and get your things. I'll wait for you outside the locker room." John is galloping across the mat, and when a man like Sadist tells you to do something, you'd better be smart and do it right away.But when he ran to the door, he still couldn't help turning his head back.Sardist pinched Lash's neck and lifted him up from the mat, with his legs dangling in the air, the soldier's voice was as cold as a cemetery: "Once I see you knocking him down, I will kill you immediately I'm not interested in dealing with your parents though, so listen to me, boy. If you do something like that again, I'll gouge out your eyeballs and feed you to eat. We've said enough. ?" Rush's mouth was open and closed like a one-way valve, with air coming in and nothing going out.Next, he peed his pants. "I take this as consent," Sardiste said, leaving him. John didn't linger, and ran directly into the locker room, grabbed the camping bag, and ran to the corridor after a while. Sadist was still waiting for him: "Let's go." John followed the brother out of the training facility and to the van in the parking lot.Along the way, I thought about how to thank him.But then, Sardiste came to the bus, pushed him aboard, and boarded himself. All the cadets cringed in their places, especially after Sadist drew one of the daggers. "Let's sit here." He pointed the black blade at the first row of seats and said to John. okay.It's not bad here either. John huddled against the window, and Sadist pulled an apple from his pocket and lowered himself. "We have someone to wait for," Saddist told the driver. "Also, take me and John at the end." The dog servant sitting behind the steering wheel bowed slightly: "Of course, Your Excellency, as you wish." Rush slowly climbed into the van, with a bright red mark on his pale throat.When he saw Sardiste, he froze for a moment. "You're wasting our time, boy," Sardiste said, beginning to peel the apples with his knife. "Go and sit down." Rush obediently did as he was told. After the school bus was on the road, no one dared to speak, especially after the fender was raised, everyone got to the back of the car in unison. Sardist peeled the apples into long strips, and stretched them down inch by inch to the floor of the van.When he was done, he draped the green rind ribbon over his lap, cut off a piece of flesh, and held it to John before the blade.John took it off and put it in his mouth, and Sadist cut off another large piece, still pressing it on the tip of the knife, and put it in his mouth.Alternate in this way until only a thin core is left. Sadist grabbed the peel and what was left of the core and threw them into a small garbage bag hanging from the fender.Then wiped the dagger clean on the leather jacket, flung it in the air, and caught it.All the way into the city, he kept fiddling with the dagger in his hand like this.When they arrived at the first place to get off the car, after the baffle was opened, after a long period of hesitation, the two children rushed out quickly. Sadist's black eyes followed closely, glaring at them viciously, as if registering their faces.During the whole process, the dagger in his hand was thrown up and down.The black metal gleamed coldly, and the big hand would catch the handle every time, even though for two hours his eyes had been looking away. This was the case at every stop until he and John were left alone. With the shutter closed, Sadist slipped the dagger back into its holster.Then he took the seat on the other side of the aisle, with his back against the window, and closed his eyes. John knew he wasn't asleep because his breathing rate didn't change, so he wasn't resting at all, he just didn't want to talk to him. John took out his notebook and pen, wrote something succinctly, tore apart the pages and held them in his hands.He should have thanked him, and even if Sardiste couldn't read, he should have said something. When the bus stopped and the flap opened, John didn't try to hand the paper to the soldier, but stayed by Sadiste's seat.After making sure that he didn't open his eyes, John stepped down the steps and rushed to the other side of the road.He stood in front of the lawn and watched the car go, not paying attention to the snow falling on his head and shoulders and camping bag. The bus left with the sound of howling wind and snow, but Sadist stood across the street.He held the note between his middle finger and ring finger and shook it.Then, he nodded, stuffed the note into his back pocket, disintegrated and teleported away. John kept staring at where Sadist stood.The thick snow gradually covered the footprints left by his boots. He felt a jolt, and the garage door opened behind him, and the Land Rover tipped out.Wells pressed the car window, her red hair was coiled high above her head, she was wearing a black ski jacket, the heater in the car was turned up to the maximum, the heavy roar was almost as loud as the engine. "Hi, John." She spread her hand, and he put it on her palm, "Listen, was that Sadist I saw just now?" John nodded. "What is he doing here?" John dropped the camping bag and gestured, "He accompanied me on the bus home." Wells frowned: "I hope you can stay away from him, okay? He...is not quite right in many ways. Do you understand what I mean?" In fact, John wasn't so sure about it.Yes, this man does easily make you think of a monster, but obviously he is not that scary. "Never mind, I'm going to pick up Sharel. There's a little trouble with the festival, and we're out of apples. She and I are going to visit some people in the church. Look at the situation under such a tight schedule. , what else can we do. Do you want to come along?" John shook his head and wrote: "I don't want to miss too much in tactics class." "Okay." Wells smiled at him with satisfaction, "I left some rice and ginger sauce in the refrigerator for you." "Thanks, I happen to be very hungry." "I guessed it. See you later." He waved to her.Then watch her back all the way out of the driveway and walk away.He entered the house and absently noticed that Tormont's Land Rover had made deep ruts in the fresh snow.