The night passed by peacefully.

The media in Budapest were very calm, just like the sudden and sudden gunfire sounds of gunfire that rose and died at night on the floor of an apartment. The only ones that appeared in the newspapers and media were Stark's cynical face and interviews published by several beautiful reporters one after another.

"The big guy is finally gone." Colson breathed a sigh of relief.

The floor of the Hilton Hotel in Budapest, which was booked by Stark, was taken over by another mysterious rich man and continued to be booked.

As for who is this mysterious rich man?

No one is willing to pay attention to it for the time being.

Even if you have some ulterior motives to inquire, all you can get is the serious word "no advice".

This kind of behavior that is unwilling to expose oneself is simply too ordinary for people like rich people, celebrities, etc.

No one will delve into it.

In Meng Ao's private room, Michael Ke Wen-zheng, who woke up from a coma, faced Meng Ao opposite him with a little cramped attitude. He is an introvert, not very good at socializing, and there are not many friends in this city. The hospital colleagues are close to him, only three or two.

"Thank you for saving me," Michael thanked gratitude.

"You're welcome." Meng Ao responded.

Michael opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, so the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence again.

"If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask as much as you can. I will not be able to answer any questions." Meng Ao saw Michael's desire to speak and said with a smile.

Emma, ​​the White Queen, walked up with a glass of amber wine in one hand, bowed and pushed a glass of wine along the coffee table to Michael's hand, then sat down next to Meng'ao and handed another glass of wine to Mengao.

"Thank you." Michael glanced at Emma on White and thanked him softly. He gently picked up the glass with both hands and took a sip. He felt the stream of smooth down his throat, leaving a hot piece of wine falling into his belly. His tone seemed to have a bit of spirit.

"Who are they?" Michael clasped his hands tightly, clasped his cup tightly, and looked at Meng Ao and asked, "That woman, and those monsters."

"Didn't you guessed it?" Meng Ao pierced Michael's thoughts and gave him firm affirmation: "It is those creatures in the legend, maybe not the same clan, but they must be the same type, the blood clan, and werewolf."

"I thought those were just legends!" Michael's tone was a little erratic.

"Aren't some history of the West a myth? Some things have been passed down for thousands of years and have lasted for a long time, and may not be without a reason."

"In other words, they are all true?" Michael held the wine glass and tried a little harder. "Those werewolfs, and that female vampire?" After talking about these two legendary creatures, Michael suddenly felt relieved.

Or lost a sense of anger.

"It's false to hear it, but it's true to see it." Meng Ao fiddled with her fingers at Emma on the White Queen, and made a gesture. Emma on Emma got up with understanding, walked to a table, opened the drawer and took out something, then walked back and handed a file package to Meng Ao.

Meng Ao took it, took out the things inside, and threw them on the coffee table between him and Michael.

That's a stack of photos.

Photo of the werewolf's corpse.

"Did you see it?" Meng Ao leaned forward slightly, stretched his arm out, and slapped a photo on a coffee table with one hand. His fingers turned lightly, fiddling the photo out of the scattered pile of photos.

"Cortar?" Michael looked at the werewolf with two bullet holes on his head in the photo, and was puzzled by the intention of Meng Ao showing him this photo.

"No, you should pay more attention to the wounds on the corpse." Meng Ao said twice, "The woman who saved you last night is called Aida, well, Wang Aida. She is the same surname as Hungarian, with the surname in front and the name in the back."

"She's shooting skills are very good." Michael couldn't help but look at the beautiful woman who seemed to be calm and had a magical marksmanship.

"Her weapons are also very good." Meng Ao continued.

"I heard her say it's very powerful. She said that some of the elite soldiers in the army were difficult to master, and I was a little unbelievable." Michael recalled what Ada said to him that night.

"You'd better believe it." Meng Ao knocked on the photo, "In layman's terms, that gun aimed at your head. A bullet could smash your head, just like a headshot by a giant swung sled. A blood mist."

Michael's face turned pale, and he said to Meng Ao: "Why tell me this?"

"This is the key. Look at this photo, the bullets that can crush your entire head can only create a regular bullet hole for them. Do you know what this means?" Meng Ao picked up the photos one by one and explained casually.

"It means that the muscle density and muscle strength of this creature is far greater than that of humans! When they bulge their muscles, release their original shapes, and accumulate their own strength, their bodies are even harder than granite."

"The guns in the policeman's hands are toys in front of this group of creatures."

"This is not a big thrilling COSPLAY event Michael! It's reality!"

With Meng Ao's explanation, Michael Cowen's face turned paler.

"Did humans say they didn't find them? Or did those politicians hide these?" Michael soon realized something strange. If these monsters really exist, humans would not have been unaware of it.

"Just as you think, there is a very powerful organization that covers up all this. They have created many nonsense and sounds easy to expose in the real legend." Meng Ao stuffed his body back into the backrest of the sofa: "They are specifically responsible for handling such supernatural forces."

"Why did those monsters come to me? What did the organization you mentioned plan to deal with me? Can I go back to my old life?" Michael felt panic. He had already guessed, but he was still holding unreliable expectations such as pranks. Under Meng Ao's confirmation, the dam of rationality and calmness was already a little shaky under the torrent of panic.

"This is a very long story, I'm happy to tell you. As for your future life, after the story is over, I'm happy to give you some suggestions." Meng Ao smiled. Emma, ​​the White Queen, looked at Michael with the look of a mouse falling under the cat's claws.

Can some biological genes be fused and fusion and evolutionary bloodlines?

This is precious to giants such as Storm, who specialize in biological genes and pharmaceutical industries!

...

"Don't be nervous, although you betrayed us, I'm not here to seek revenge for you this time, I just want you to bring a message to Lucien."
Chapter completed!