Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 171 Your Ancestor and I Are Colleagues

Miss?

Where is the lady?

Howard was dumbfounded.

He stood up and looked out of the window with his head, but found nothing unusual.

"This is the 22nd floor."

Howard laughed dryly, wondering if Luke had heard it wrong.

There is no support outside, and the person who can climb up with bare hands is probably not a humanoid spider.

"So, you still haven't gotten rid of the fixed cognition."

Luke shook his head helplessly, determined to completely break Howard's rigid thinking.

The eyes narrowed slightly, and high-temperature rays shot out.

He has a strong control, did not shatter the glass, and created an astonishing movement.

Instead, like laser cutting, the floor-to-ceiling windows are cut into passages.

"The hotel manager shouldn't seek compensation from us, right?"

Howard had nothing to say, he was a little nervous now, for fear that a vampire would jump out of the window.

The heavy shadow left in his heart could not be eliminated so quickly.

"It's so cold outside, it looks like it's going to rain, vampire... miss, are you sure you don't want to come in to avoid the rain? My room is quite big."

Although the heartbeat of the vampire hiding outside was extremely slow, Luke still felt it.

The super vision scanned through the brick wall structure, and scanned a slim figure like a gecko firmly stepping on the smooth window.

The sound of almost still breathing fell on his ears, extremely clear.

"As expected of Superman."

A few seconds later, a slightly cold voice came.

A tall woman in a long black windbreaker and a tight-fitting leather jacket hung upside down above the floor-to-ceiling windows.

With just a jump, he dodged in through the hole opened by the heat sight.

The movements are flexible and agile, completely beyond the scope of ordinary people.

"Vampires all look... pretty good."

Howard took a few steps back, stood behind Luke and commented.

The tall woman who appeared in the room had short shoulder-length black hair and a delicate face with a cold look.

The snow-white skin reflected the light like white porcelain.

Especially those eyes, shining with determination.

Another Ice Queen!

Howard glanced at it, and blamed the other party on the White Queen's type.

It belongs to the beautiful stunner that makes male creatures have a desire to conquer and a sense of satisfaction.

It felt like it would suit Luke, he always liked it.

Howard cast a look calmly, thinking silently.

"What? The current vampires regard the commandments of the Three Great Temples as a dead letter?"

Ignoring the die-hard Howard, Luke was polite enough to offer the late-night visiting vampire lady a seat.

Today, the European continent is the base camp of dark creatures.

This pattern will not change until after the Cold War.

At that time, vampires and werewolves gradually moved to North America.

"Mr. Lieutenant General is joking. Anyone who dares to ignore the Supreme Master's order is not asking for death."

The tall woman sat on a separate sofa with a blank expression, keeping a distance from Luke and Howard.

"It's just that there was an explosion near the Moulin Rouge tonight. I'm a 'death walker' within the family, and I have the responsibility to investigate the reason behind it and see if those werewolves are planning some kind of conspiracy behind the scenes."

"I followed you... the residual smell of that friend, and chased me all the way to the hotel. That's why I had this misunderstanding."

Compared to Rania, who lost her mind when she smelled blood, this vampire lady's attitude was much more polite, allowing Luke to skip the hands-on link.

Every time he encounters a guy who can't communicate, he can only communicate on a physical level.

It's kind of tiring to be honest.

"What a coincidence, the lady—what's her name?"

Luke asked.

"Selina."

The other party answered concisely.

"Okay, Miss Serena, the question you mentioned just now is exactly what I want to talk about."

Luke restrained the smile on his face, and his voice became less gentle.

"Since the Three Great Temples promulgated the commandments and signed contracts with the leaders of the dark world such as vampires and werewolves, vicious incidents of foraging and hunting humans without permission have rarely occurred—relatively speaking."

"I have read the records of the New York Temple. For at least 30 years, no vampire family has committed such a crime."

"The last time was back in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. A certain nobleman couldn't bear his bloodthirsty desire and hurt an innocent girl. Later, he was dragged into the sun by the Templar Mages and tortured in the sun."

Luke paused, looking at Serena's face.

The other party didn't feel annoyed, and it seemed that he didn't have deep feelings for his fellow clan.

"But not long ago, my friend Howard Stark was attacked by a female vampire named Rania."

Luke pointed to Howard, who was acting as an outsider, who was very cooperative and nodded vigorously.

"Since you are the 'death walker' of the family, you should know what the consequences of violating the commandments of the temple are. I hope—by the way, which family are you?"

"We're led by Victor, and Marcus."

Serena replied.

"At present, there are three elders, and Marcus is in charge of family affairs, and Victor is still sleeping."

Luke raised his eyebrows, looking a little aggressive, and continued: "Then you have to give me and my friend an explanation."

"Mr. Lieutenant General, there is no woman named Raniya in our family."

Selena frowned slightly, and explained: "I checked the scene, and although she...is somewhat inhuman, but from the memory left in the blood, it can be known that she does not belong to our family."

"That's not convincing."

Luke shook his head without backing down.

"Paris is the lair of vampires, and the Moulin Rouge is your family's living area. Then my friend is attacked. No matter which side Rania comes from, you must give a satisfactory explanation."

Serena frowned even tighter, her eyes became colder, and she poked her right hand under the windbreaker.

"You are a little unreasonable, Mr. Lieutenant General."

she said angrily.

"Don't make small moves, Miss Serena, this will make you lose the only decency you have."

Luke didn't care about the tense atmosphere. He picked up the wine glass on the table and drank the last sip of whiskey.

"Anyone should cherish the opportunity that others are willing to sit on the table with you to communicate."

"Because, throwing it away is tantamount to declaring the rules of the game invalid."

"At that time, you and your family will only end up worse."

Luke lowered his head and fiddled with the wine glass, chuckled and said, "Miss Serena, you think I'm being unreasonable, it's because you haven't seen what it means—true savagery."

"Is this a threat?"

Serena took a deep breath, and the beautiful curve wrapped under the leather jacket was another wave of obvious fluctuations.

"No, this is a reminder."

Luke put down his glass and said seriously: "The reason why I remained patient was that I didn't send troops to rush to your family, blast open your door with shells, and drag all those drunken vampires into the sun and burn them into a pile of ashes. "

"It's not because you're beautiful that I can't bear it, nor is it because vampires are scary that I'm afraid."

"I am a colleague of your ancestors. Lieutenant General Corvinus, you have to give him some face."

Serena, who has a straight personality, originally wanted to draw a gun and punch a dozen holes in the young lieutenant general in front of her.

But when she heard the last sentence, she was dumbfounded.

"What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)