Chapter 86 Unusual Calm

"Did you really decide to do this? Dickon?" Dickon Firth's number one confidant, Quinn, was standing in Dickon's office, asking Dickon in an uneasy tone.

"Yeah Quinn, it's still a week before Middle Eastern food arrives in the US. But it's already a holiday and Lanka's farms are destroyed." Dickon leaned back in his office chair, resting one hand on his back. said with his chin.

"New York City's supply of low-priced plasma has been cut off for a week. The Presbyterians have no desire to spend money to subsidize ordinary vampires who are not well-funded."

"The blood bank of the human government has raised prices again, because the supply and demand relationship is now more and more tense, and the price of a pack of refrigerated plasma has risen to 235 US dollars."

"Many people have been starving for a week. Vampires who lack food and are weak are not even the opponents of ordinary humans."

"Quen, do you know, after this Lanka incident, I finally understand what kind of disgusting purebloods Gao Tiannu are."

"They don't care about half-blooded vampires like us. Although we are part of the empire in name, we are forever exploited by pure blood."

Dickon leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.

This is exactly the predicament he faces, as Dickon has been the leader of the half-blood vampires for over a hundred years. Blood slaves and half-blood vampires follow his lead.

Purebloods hold a lot of resources in their hands, and half-bloods generally work for purebloods. Mixed-bloods are far worse than the wealth that pure-bloods amass.

In fact, vampires are relatively rich, even if they are mixed with ordinary mixed-race vampires, they are relatively wealthy compared to ordinary people.

But don't forget that food for vampires is very expensive.

Three days intake of 100CC of plasma is the minimum bottom line, otherwise the vampire will fall into a deep sleep due to lack of energy.

If you want to ensure that vampires have strong vitality, 200CC units of plasma a day are necessary.

In this way, if a vampire normally buys plasma from a human blood bank, the monthly expenses will not be less than 12,000 US dollars.

And this is the price before the plasma price increase. Because the blood farm in Lanka was destroyed, there was an instant shortage of cheap plasma in New York City. As a result, many vampires can only buy high-priced government plasma.

According to the profit-seeking nature of the capital market, the department responsible for selling plasma increased the price of plasma.

For a wealthy pure-blood, or a half-blood vampire who has lived for a long time and has accumulated considerable wealth, more than ten thousand dollars a month is not a big expense.

But don't forget that there are still many newly converted vampires in this world, especially the large number of blood slaves under Dickon who have only been converted for ten years.

They don't have that much money, and now there are only two paths in front of them. Either starve and watch their power drain and fall into a deep sleep, or they go to attack humans, which can not only solve the food problem, but also get some money.

As Deacon Firth's right-hand man, Quinn is well aware of Deacon's predicament.

Either way, there are huge risks for Dickon, the leader of the half-blood vampires.

The Council of Elders made it clear that the Lankan incident was used to restrain Dickon, who had become more and more influential, and even took the opportunity to get rid of some of the mixed-race vampires.

Don't these immortals understand who is supporting this crumbling empire?

Quinn's razor-sharp claws pierced into his palm, causing him to bleed, but he didn't feel any pain. Because his heart hurts more.

"This rotten system needs to be reformed." Dickon stood up and looked at the lights of the city. "Change requires bloodshed and sacrifice, and someone needs to die for a glorious cause."

"What you said about Dickon, we shouldn't be silent anymore. I really hope I can see your success one day. The new century of vampires." Quinn said with a smile. "Maybe I should go bro."

"Goodbye my brother." Dickon murmured as he looked at Quinn's back as he left the office.

It wasn't until Quinn walked away that Dickon slammed the desk hard, smashing the sturdy oak desk into two pieces.

"Director, I don't think it's a good idea for us to move this thing out." Agent Hill was standing in the underground garage of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building outside New York, talking to Nick Fury, who was standing beside her.

"Especially not our people escorting." Looking at the SWAT members in special service uniforms, Hill lowered his voice and said in Nick's ear.

"Agent Hill, this is the decision of the Security Council. They think it is safer for them to keep it." Nick watched as two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents carried a lockbox and loaded it into a SWAT special vehicle.

Then strode out of the underground garage.

"Do you really think SWAT can complete this mission?" Agent Hill asked, following Nick Fury.

"Maybe, anyway, this matter is out of our control now." Nick Fury said lukewarmly.

"When did you become so indifferent to these things?" Hill said with some doubts.

"When you don't need to care." An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Nick's mouth.

A classic 1975 Ford GT Mustang is roaming the streets of New York in the dark, driven by the Blade, who is patrolling the streets of New York.

As a warrior who has dealt with vampires for years, he knows exactly what day it is.

Every year today, there are always some troubles, but the previous troubles were just small troubles and did not cause any huge conflicts.

But after arriving in New York, especially after seeing the video on the Nightcrawler League website, the Blades smelled an unusual and dangerous odor.

This unusual feeling made his spirits tense. "Whist, did you find anything?" He picked up the walkie-talkie in the car and contacted his partner.

"Not yet, the Blade may need to turn around more. Today, New York is quiet like a clear water pool without fish." Whist told the Blade through the walkie-talkie that there is no special situation right now.

The blade touched his short hair and the back of his neck with some doubts.

The same doubt happened to Li Jie and the other four.

"There was a car accident on 6th Street in Queens, and the police nearby." "A burglary occurred on the 7th block, and the police called the police" "Someone in the 13th block complained that the next door was making noise, and the police patrolled nearby"

Li Jie and others listened to police and government radio stations with headphones, but found nothing. No suspicious alerts can be linked to a vampire attack.

"Spider-Man, have you found anything?" Li Jie contacted Peter through the headset.

"No, if I just caught two little thieves who stole cars on the side of the road, it doesn't count." Peter's voice also revealed an incredible feeling. "Did the vampires have a holiday today? Or did they find somewhere to hide and eat together?"

"Don't let your guard down, the calmer the water, the more turbulent the undercurrent will be." Frank's voice cut into the conversation.

"I think maybe we should expand our patrol circle. This kind of quietness makes me feel very bad." There was a hint of worry in Big Daddy Damon's tone.

What the hell are these vampires doing? Li Jie felt a real headache.

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