Chapter 118 A battle of wits and courage, lets have a glass of brandy!
Wen Fugui is the type of five who, even if he evolves into a vampire, is still cautious and cautious.
When Bailang rushed all the way to London before dawn and chose a hotel to rest, Wen Fugui just took Dior's head and found a safe place in London, settled down temporarily, and considered the next plan.
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Excluding the day when he is unable to move, Dior only has one more night of action time than Bailang, and there is no advantage at all. Not to mention getting stronger with every setback? The ultimate evolution? Green firewood?
Now he doesn't even have a suitable body, and his heart is full of fear and anxiety. He can't wait to escape London and stay away from the dangerous UK. No matter which country he goes to, he can even endure eating curry with his left hand in India.
He was already frightened by Bai Lang.
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In just one night, he didn't take two mouthfuls of warm blood from Wen Fugui, and his body lacked 'life energy'. Even though he had evolved, he was still the younger brother among vampires.
He took Dior's head and hid in a tavern. After hesitating for a long time, he successfully attacked and killed two staff members and gave the blood to someone who was helpless but more decisive, courageous and charming than him.
Dior.
In the end, after repeated pondering and selection, Dior had to give priority to eliminating the fat and slow boss, the shriveled bartender, a bad old man, and the stinky worker with a hidden disease, and reluctantly chose the last one with a relatively clean and healthy body.
, connect the head.
However, this feeling is too weak! Not even half of his original body!
Until this moment, he still couldn't forget Jonathan's young, strong, tall, energetic, and perfect body: "Half step, just half a step! I can get the most perfect body of the Joestar family, and it will be completely integrated with me.
, we will never be separated from now on!”
Dio, who gained a new weak body, looked ferocious, but was weak, helpless, and pitiful.
After resurrecting the four corpses into 'zombie beings', they continued to disguise themselves as a normally operating tavern and did not attract the attention of the locals.
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Leaning next to the bar, Dior looked out the window at the gloomy lead clouds, feeling an indescribable sense of urgency in his heart. He didn't know whether this kind of weather was foreshadowing something ominous? Or was it an escape opportunity given to him by God?
Revenge against Outland? He no longer dared to think about it. When the other party was still a human, he almost died. Now that the monster has become a vampire like himself, Dio feels that he is no match for him in any aspect.
At the beginning, he had a golden lineup of two sword masters, twelve Garter knights, and three thousand corpses and human cannon fodder. But now, he only has four old, weak, sick and disabled employees, and one Wen Fugui who has failed to achieve anything but failed.
Thinking of this, he felt hopeless and helpless.
Only escape!
Escape to Europe, where there are countless famous heroes and heroes in history waiting for him to revive. British warriors are too rare, they are all useless snacks. He no longer believes in the history written by the British, they are all whitewashed and exaggerated sissies.
.He needs to lie dormant for a period of time, and then make a comeback and make a comeback.
"Wen Fugui, I will give you a task to investigate the ships leaving London. I want to go to France. The sooner the better, it is best to leave tonight." Dio made up his mind to bid farewell to the land where he was born and raised.
"As you command, my master."
Double-faced ace spy Wen Fugui looked at the dark clouds and hurried out of the door.
He will never pervert the tasks assigned by Dio and will definitely complete them with 100% dedication. However, he also does not intend to go against Bailang's will. He will write all this on paper and leave it in the agreed apartment at '125 Kings Road'.
This is his philosophy of life as a dog.
After Wen Fugui left, Dio was not idle. Although he was frustrated, decadent, and frightened, he was still the king of darkness, with good means and brains. In order to escape better and faster, he could not sit back and wait for death, but actively
Take action and strive to win for yourself as much as possible.
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"Cloudy? It's so good!" Bailang took a nap in the hotel and found out that there was no sun in London today. He was in a good mood. Then he immediately rushed to the police station and successfully found the young police officer, and then met the senior police inspector.
"Mr. Outlander, why did you disappear for a while?" the other party asked dissatisfied.
"I recently lived in the Joestar family's manor. I solved a case in which my adopted son tried to seize the family property, and was involved in a more terrible tragedy. I have never had time to return to London. For specific reasons, you can ask Mr. George, or the local
Police officer. And I have solved the Ripper's case. Although you may not believe it, he was really dealt with by me. Well, this was his tool for committing crimes..."
Bailang was now confident and not guilty at all. He took out the pair of 'blue razors' and let the other party watch.
Perhaps due to killing a group of famous knights in history, Bailang was not only full of evil spirit at this time, but also mixed with the sense of oppression of vampires and the self-confidence brought by strong strength. His every move was sharp, and the opponent who oppressed him was defeated one after another.
"Okay, I will investigate and verify. But you don't have enough evidence. We don't accept the Ripper's case."
Bai Lang nodded: "You are right, I am not here for this matter."
"Then why did you come here this time?"
"Have there been any large-scale mysterious deaths in London recently? For example, the blood was sucked out of the body of the deceased? The dead came back to life and died in the sun? Or the tombs of ancient nobles were stolen?"
Hearing this, the police chief looked uncertain and asked eagerly: "What do you know?"
Bailang was deliberately alarmist and mysterious: "I know that the culprit of all this is back, and he has returned to London. He has resurrected the heroes in history, the twelve Knights of the Garter. He is about to bring a new feast of death. The evil consequences of the past
, has been brewing for a while, and the nobles and the royal family are very dissatisfied at this time, right? This is an opportunity. If you, Inspector, can catch the murderer, you will gain the friendship of the entire London, from the nobles to the royal family..."
"Okay, let's go to the office and talk in detail. I have a bottle of cognac here, you will definitely like it."
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Bailang wasted two hours in the police inspector's office, and finally managed to gain trust. Soon someone blocked the dock area and began to search one by one, causing panic.
Wen Fugui also received the news. On the one hand, he marveled at how efficient Bailang could cover the sky with one hand. On the other hand, he silently completed the tasks at both ends, leaving information for Brother Lang and bringing bad news to Dio.
"The haunting guy! Do you think I will give in easily if you do this? Do you think you can find me by just blocking the dock? It's just a dream!"
Dio was not idle this morning either. He now had several more gun-wielding guards under his command. Although it was impossible to restore the grandeur of the 12 Dark Knights of the Round Table, with the internal and external coordination, what was there to fear about the mere blockade and isolation?
Today, the UK's GDP accounts for 80% of the earth's. Although the problem of gold everywhere has not been completely solved, it is truly the center of the world, the overlord of the earth, and the city of true gold, where the sun never sets.
Maritime trade is a top priority. Police investigations cannot stop the power of capital. Cargo ships leave the port every day, and Dior can easily sneak into any cargo ship and escape.
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Bailang didn't know what means Dio would use. But he knew that the police's actions could only cause interference and delay the other party's plan, and they would never be able to catch Dio. Therefore, he must use this last moment to intercept, capture, and burn the other party.
Drop! Otherwise, this main mission will only end in failure.
So he went to the Brompton Cemetery area based on the information provided by Wen Fugui, but found nothing.
In the afternoon, he found the apartment. In a dusty room, he saw the letter left by Wen Fugui, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.
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In the evening, the sky is dark and gloomy, and raindrops are floating in the air.
The rainy season in October was extremely cold, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Bai Lang was wearing a black windbreaker, spurred army boots, and a hat. He stepped on the street in the drizzle and walked towards the tavern with loud footsteps.
go.
When I pushed the door open and walked in, the room was noisy and there were many guests. The smell of alcohol and tobacco mixed together, which was very unpleasant; the sound of playing cards, teasing, and laughter made it endlessly noisy.
With the ability of vampires to sense, except for the 'heat source' on the seats, the bartenders and bartenders were as cold as zombies. It might be difficult for ordinary people to detect, but Bailang couldn't hide it.
As he looked around, a voice came from his ears asking: "Sir, what would you like? A glass of whiskey to warm yourself up? Or brandy or rum?"
"A glass of brandy!" Throwing a handful of shillings on the table, Bai Lang swung his long legs and sat on a high stool. He leaned against the bar, turned his upper body back, and stared at the pub carefully.
Finally, an extremely weird and playful smile appeared on his face, and he stared at a figure with his head lowered and sweeping the floor.
"come over!"
Brother Lang looked at the beautiful figure who was bending to sweep the floor and suddenly spoke. However, the other party seemed not to hear it and continued to clean seriously.
"Sir, there is something wrong with Mary's brain..."
"Come here!" As he said this, Bai Lang threw a handful of coins in front of him, and then slapped the revolver on the table. The scene was silent for a moment, and everyone stopped and watched how Bai Lang bullied and molested a young girl.
Retarded blonde maid.
"……come over!"
The girl who was sweeping the floor trembled, took hard steps, and walked over.
Bai Lang stretched out his hand, lifted the other person's chin, looked at the beautiful, enchanting and sexy face with a little makeup and the big bangs hanging down, and exclaimed: "I almost got fooled by you, my Mary.dio. Brandy girl.
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The truly beautiful girl in front of me is actually the 'Marie Dior Brandy' who escaped for less than a day!
