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Chapter 218 - 164 Obsession, Reward

Chapter 218: Chapter 164 Obsession, Reward

Vampire Obsession: I really want to make a movie with my vampire identity and convince more than a hundred people that vampires are handsome and elegant creatures!

Gift One: Gift Energy 35

Gift Two: Gift Energy 5 + Mutated Vampire

Brian stroked his chin:

"This kid’s obsession is pretty pure, it’s not about killing me for revenge.

But how do we deal with this obsession?

Am I supposed to play COS and spend my own money to make a film?

Should I ask Susan to COS as a Female Werewolf and stage a torturous romance between a vampire and a werewolf, the script from Twilight isn’t bad..."

Of course, he was joking.

At this time, over a million dollars would be enough to make a movie and handle the marketing and release. Just stating the idea, and the talent agency could handle everything from top to bottom, but shooting Twilight was completely a joke.

Brian’s funds were not sufficient for that.

And such a ruckus would be too conspicuous.

In fact, Brian leaned more toward finding a time to go directly to San Fernando Valley.

This place is the biggest shooting source of adult films in the United States, known as the Porn Hollywood, located about thirty kilometers northwest of Los Angeles, very close to the downtown area.

If he was efficient, he could wrap everything up in a day and come back.

Many of Brian’s former female clients did part-time work there, and he knew the situation well.

With good planning, he might not only complete this obsession without spending money, but he might even earn some.

Just couldn’t use his own face to go abroad.

After all, he had gone straight.

...

Waiting is boring.

Brian drank up the Primordial Blood left by Joseph, the Werewolf Mutant, stored the liquid within his body in isolation, and then simply did his job, performing external examinations on the bodies on the ground.

The male vampire’s body maintained a Mutated state even in death.

Ripping open the clothes, one could see the partner’s two shriveled ’bags’ and the clear rib pattern. From the outside, apart from the two bags being a bit unsightly, the overall structure was almost identical to that of humans.

But the partner’s spine showed clear abnormalities.

The male vampire’s spine was long and tenacious, and the bones of the limbs were the same, giving an overall slender and streamlined look. The muscles in the legs and arms appeared shriveled but were actually elastic, and he could feel the explosive power beneath the skin.

This thing, in the age of cold weapons, was truly a killing machine.

In addition, Brian found that under the partner’s gray skin lay dense abnormal blood vessels, and even though he had been dead for half a day, there was still a faint sensation of organ pulsation.

Yes, this guy had two blood-supplying hearts.

The most outrageous part was below.

This guy’s underside could contract and had two sets of reproductive systems; he was hermaphroditic.

Brian disdainfully tossed the wooden stick he had picked up to the side.

It made him think of something: Mutants can reproduce, and their offspring would retain some of the parents’ physical genetics...

The Blood Moon had been around for over sixty years.

How many descendants of these monsters were hidden in the world during this long period?

If these descendants bred with each other and mutation continued to happen, what would become of it?

Even on the internal network of the NW Organization, there were no traces of this information, let alone any discussion about it.

The more he knew.

The deeper Brian sensed the waters of this world ran.

Sometimes, he felt lost.

In this mad world, he really didn’t know what path it would ultimately take.

...

The Night Demon Organization highly valued the raw materials of the Water of Reason.

While Brian was feeling lost about life, Kanchef arrived at the decrepit manor in a transport helicopter.

Behind him, there was also an armed helicopter.

Hearing the commotion.

Brian came out to the gate and waved, "Over here, the stuff is this way."

When Kanchef saw his calm demeanor, he completely relaxed, "Quick, quick, quick, bring over the instruments and equipment, and follow me."

They arrived at the small chapel.

Kanchef couldn’t care less to ask about the signs of battle in the room and the corpses on the ground.

He was eager to see the scientists confirm the salvaged materials, and only after they nodded in affirmation did he burst out laughing, "The stuff was actually here, and that bunch of idiots were desperately chasing those black coal balls, while we from the Foreign Affairs Department picked up the bargain."

"Is this stuff really precious?"

"Of course, it is precious!" Kanchef looked at Brian as if he were an ignoramus:

"This stuff is a very valuable raw material that can act as a top-tier Rejection Serum, allowing ordinary people to transplant mutated organs and have some of the vitality of Mutant Beasts without taking on the risk of going out of control.

Though there are negative effects, the life force of those creatures is what countless wealthy people dream of; they wouldn’t care about those issues."

"Then why hasn’t anyone sent the military to wipe out the Original Sect?"

"Africa is so vast; you can’t even find people.

Moreover, destroying them means a one-time harvest, but keeping them fed, they can’t resist the allure of the prosperity in Europe and often come here.

Those coal balls use this stuff to ease their mental mutations and always carry some with them.

We can harvest a bit from time to time and then let them go, allowing them to bring back more.

They know as long as they have the ’Water of Reason’ on them, their lives won’t be in danger, and some of the members even want to cooperate with us. It’s just that those old bastards from the Original Sect aren’t willing.

But they also fear that we’ll do them in, so they don’t prevent their people from coming over here.

This way, we always have a little gain, which is much more worthwhile than the trouble of wiping them out."

Wow, the plans were crystal clear.

Brian nodded, patted Kanchef’s shoulder, "What about Heather?"

Kanchef rolled his eyes, "Brian, I admit you really are Lady Luck’s favorite bastard, and you’re very lucky, but you’re too impulsive, and I can’t possibly let my precious daughter date a madman like you; it would ruin her."

Heather was mentioned just to calm Brian down.

He would never betray his daughter!

Seeing Brian’s face turn dark, Kanchef awkwardly changed the subject, "Whose corpse is this, and what’s with the commotion here? Oh God, was it two elephants fighting here?"

Brian flexed his fist, punching a several hundred pound sculpture beside him and sending it rolling several times. He bared his teeth and smirked coldly at Kanchef, "Of course, I fought them. With my fists!"

Gulp~

The disturbance had Kanchef gaping in awe.

The surrounding workers also stopped what they were doing, staring dumbfounded at Brian.

Was this something a human could achieve?

"Impossible!" Kanchef hurried over to the stone sculpture and, despite exerting all his strength, could not move it at all. He then excitably said to Brian, "This is absolutely impossible, even if you injected the S-T Cell Activation Reagent, you couldn’t be this strong!"

"What if you add this to it?"

Brian took out the vial that had previously contained the Primordial Blood, "The creature on the ground seems to be from the Dark Council. I forced it to reveal this stuff before I killed it with a punch. Oh, and this seems to be called Primordial Blood. I found it on the monster, and after drinking it, I felt incredibly powerful. Now, I feel like punching everything I see."

Kanchef: ..

Other workers: ..

"Why would you drink just anything?"

Kanchef, heartbroken, "This stuff is even more precious than your NW’s own S-T Cell Activation Reagent, and you didn’t even use a nutrient tank to absorb it slowly, you just drank it!!!"

He was more upset than if his own father had died, "You got this stuff, you should have told me sooner. Why didn’t you say anything? I would have brought a nutrient tank here myself, just to avoid wasting it like this!"

Saying this, Kanchef snatched the vial from Brian’s hand and, in front of everyone, extended his nimble old tongue trying to lick the last drops from the tube.

Brian: ..

Pointing at the crazed Kanchef, he looked at the others, "Why is he so agitated?"

A young guy snickered, "If you’d used a nutrient tank for absorption, afterward Kanchef, banking on his supervisor status, could shamelessly jump in to bathe in your bathwater and maybe look a year or two younger."

Another middle-aged man also showed envy, "Foreign Affairs Department said you’re the lucky lady’s man. Buddy, you really do have good luck. I have a daughter..."

Brian, looking at the excited Kanchef and those trying to pimp out their daughters, quickly walked outside.

He was afraid that Kanchef, in his eagerness to lick the vial, might directly run up to him in hopes of consuming whatever was left in his mouth.

The thought alone was frightening.

...

Collecting the ingredients for the Water of Reason took over an hour.

There wasn’t much to collect, probably only around a cubic meter. It would be even less after purification; otherwise, the Vampire wouldn’t have said that it would use its hollow fangs to process the material into a product and then store it inside its body.

The problem was.

These collectors were just like Kanchef, who, after collecting the raw materials with their instruments, even scraped the wall paint and everything, planning to take it back for secondary purification.

Truly living up to the legacy of bandits, they were worth learning from in this respect.

With their spoils, everyone happily returned outside.

Kanchef left Brian an address, "Come over on your motorcycle. Oh, and weren’t there police guarding the outside? How are they?"

Brian shook his head, "I was worried that the Mutant might have accomplices. After I called you, I stayed by the small chapel the whole time."

"A very wise decision. You should check on them later. If anything happened to them, I’ll apply for the highest compensation for their sacrifice."

After speaking, Kanchef couldn’t wait to get on the transport helicopter, ready to secure his achievements.

...

Watching their distant silhouettes.

Brian also made his way out of the mansion.

Luckily, the two policemen had survived; they were just lying beside fast asleep.

Actually, Brian was a bit puzzled why Joseph and that Vampire didn’t come over quietly at night.

But when he considered the police’s familiarity with Joseph and the remaining traces inside the mansion, Brian had a vague understanding.

Probably the people from the Night Demon Organization had been searching the mansion all along; maybe they would even set up a watch at night, hence their visit in the daytime to probe whether the Night Demon Organization was still guarding this place.

After all, Joseph was openly one of the inheritors of this mansion, and previously, they had the pretense of ’treasure hunting’. They probably considered these factors when they initially allowed the defectors from the Original Sect to use this as a base.

With this in mind, Brian felt indeed fortunate.

Had he come later or earlier, he would have missed the ’Water of Reason’ ingredients.

"Quite the coincidence..."

Brian suddenly thought of Joseph’s pale face, thoughtful.

...

The matter was over.

Brian didn’t dwell on these things too much.

He woke the two unconscious policemen and briefly explained the situation inside before riding his motorcycle to the address Kanchef had given.

Susan couldn’t stop praising the Night Demon Organization’s rare resources.

He was curious too.

The headquarters of the Night Demon Organization was located in a bustling area of London.

The entrance was an old-fashioned café that looked quite stylish but was exorbitantly priced. Except for the genuinely wealthy, most of its patrons were pretenders without real substance.

Kanchef must have given them a heads-up.

Seeing the somewhat dirty Brian walk in, a waitress immediately came forward, "Mr. Brian, follow me, please."

Following the waitress to the back.

Passing through the backstage to a storeroom, the waitress placed her palm on the wall.

The ordinary tiles on the wall unexpectedly emitted a faint glow.

The next moment.

A passageway leading underground appeared before Brian.

Brian curiously touched the wall, discovering the wall material felt slightly metallic, not real tile.

"Mr. Brian, those below have been notified and will meet you at the entrance."

Brian nodded and quickened his pace, heading downstairs.

The sooner he got his reward, the sooner he could finish up and go back!