The heavy iron door slammed shut, as if it had cut off freedom and hope. Bedding that exuded a strong smell of mold and rot was piled in the corner of the cold plank bed. This is a prison cell. No matter how prosperous you have been in the outside world, no matter what you have been.
What kind of identity is it? As long as you come here, you will be labeled with two words, criminal.
Jones and William hugged their knees and curled up in the corner of the bed. The two brothers had a pampered body, chubby and white. In the days when they were prisoners, there was no wine or women. Even the money they were most proud of was here.
It has become the most ridiculous bad check. If a prisoner tells you that he can give you ten of the richest banks in the world, he will definitely get a beating, and his fists will wipe out all the nonsense.
The two heads of the Rothschild family have been very nervous these days. The brothers feel that they are always on the verge of a mental breakdown. Their flexible business acumen cannot dig out a hole in the cell, or even get a job.
After a good meal, they discovered something frustrating. The people in this cell were not human beings, or in other words, they were not ordinary people.
There were eight criminals held in the dark cell, including the two brothers, four vampires and four werewolves. They were all tied up by arm-thick iron chains, and their faces were covered with hoods, only revealing their criminals.
Pairs of blood-red eyes, here, a day is longer than a year or even a lifetime.
The two brothers didn't know why they were imprisoned here. They only remembered that they were taken to an island by a very fierce woman who wanted to exchange them for two captured companions. The two rich and delicate men were blindfolded.
They were driven forward with a whip, but what happened next could only be judged by hearing. It seemed a bit chaotic at first, but in the end I didn't know who knocked them unconscious. When they woke up, they found themselves here.
Jones is a balding middle-aged man who is recognized as a genius banker in his family. Some people describe him as making money from investments faster than a money printing machine. No matter how sharp his mind is, it becomes dull when he is in the same room with a group of vampire werewolves.
These things are not interested in money at all, they are more interested in the flesh and blood of the brothers.
William was once the best manager. He was in charge of the personnel deployment of the entire family and the appointment and dismissal of family business branches. He was a figure who truly held the power of the family, but now he would rather hold an ax in his hand, at least
It can make him feel more secure.
Now the two brothers' eyes are focused on the two meals and two bowls of water at the door. Very ordinary water is like a life-saving spring for them. They have not had any water from yesterday to now. Even if it continues like this
If you don't get eaten by the vampire werewolves, you will starve to death. The most damning thing is that the person who delivered the food seemed to be afraid of the guy in the cell. He put the things at the door and turned around to leave, for fear of staying a few seconds longer.
Food and water are necessary conditions for survival, but neither brother dares to step forward, because in order to get food and water, they must rush past four werewolves, and these four guys are guarding the door.
They were only one meter away, so they could pounce at any time if there was any disturbance. If it hadn't been for the chain, they would have rushed up and tore the two brothers apart, chewing them down to the bone.
Jones' Adam's apple trembled twice and whispered: "William, you are responsible for attracting these guys to move their positions. I will rush over and grab the water..." In order to survive, he decisively chose to fight in danger, and he didn't need food.
Lack of water is the big problem.
William hesitated for two seconds and nodded: "This is not difficult, but I'm not sure how long it will take to attract them. It may be a few minutes, or it may be longer." The second brother decided to fight for the water at the risk of being regarded as delicious food. He was sure
It requires unconditional support. Only with water can we survive. Everything is just for survival.
Both the vampires and the werewolves were tied hand and foot by iron chains. One section of the chain was connected to two rows of large iron rings on the cell wall. Unless they could tear down the wall, there was no way they could escape and ascend to heaven.
William cheered up and reached out to take off his clothes. It was very cold in the cell, but he had no choice. In order to get a few drinks of water, he had to fight. He hadn't taken a shower for several months. There was a layer of sludge on his body, and his skin was also wet.
Much better than Jones, no wonder he was chosen as bait to attract these guys.
Jones never took his eyes off the two bowls of water at the door and said in a low voice: "Get ready. Let's lure the werewolves away first. These guys have a strong sense of territoriality. It's not easy to lure them away successfully."
William took a breath and stood up. Now he felt like an old goat ready to jump to the wolf's mouth and might be eaten at any time. He had already seen two werewolves whose hoods had come loose, exposing their two sides.
It's a mouth full of blood. If you get bitten, it won't be pleasant. You might even risk your life for a bowl of water.
The two brothers slowly moved to the bedside until their toes could touch the cold concrete floor. The two looked at each other. William rushed in front of the two werewolves as fast as he could, and made a move that made the werewolves the most angry.
, he turned around, raised his buttocks and shook it vigorously at the two werewolves, so he stopped singing the chrysanthemum song.
All four werewolves were attracted by William's swing, and the four vampires who were hiding aside also rushed over. They really wanted to hug the round and round beast in front of them and take a bite. In the eyes of the vampires, as long as there is blood,
Any kind of blood will do. They are the four vampires carrying stretchers who were captured on Fox Island. As for the werewolves opposite, their origins are unknown.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jones rushed to the cell door, bent down and grabbed two bowls filled with water. He didn't even have time to stay for half a second, turned around and ran away, and didn't care that half of the water in his hands was spilled.
, as long as he still had two mouthfuls of water, it was enough, but he stopped in vain after running two steps because he saw a pair of blood-red eyes.
I don't know when a red-eyed vampire blocked Jones's way back, and this guy even threw off his hood. He was also very hungry, and there was a trace of shiny mucus at the corner of his mouth. In the eyes of the hungry lower vampire, there was no Rose at all.
The head of the Child family, there is only one thing in those red pupils, blood vessels, tubes flowing with blood.
Jones saw the fangs outside the vampire's bared lips, as if the white fangs would pierce into his neck in the next second. He even had the illusion that his blood was draining on its own...
The hungry vampire jumped forward, dragging the iron chain under his feet and made a crisp sound. The water bowl in Jones's hand fell from his hand. Now he was completely despairing. Who would have expected that a super rich man with trillions of wealth would actually
If you die for half a bowl of water, maybe this is your life!
Whoosh! Jones closed his eyes in pain. The moment his eyelids closed, he seemed to hear a soft sound in the air, followed by a sharp scream that pierced his eardrums.