The underground world was in chaos.
While the underworld was dominated by chaos, anyone who had been around for a long time could sense the oppressive pressure of the storm. Many of the veterans had wisely paused their current affairs and become invisible. Past experience had taught them that in such dire situations, they should remain silent unless absolutely necessary.
Every year, a large number of new people join this circle, but just as many are eliminated. If you want to survive long in this circle and be respected, the only way out is, of course, to be strong. If you can't do that, then learning to assess the situation, observing the wind direction, and waiting for the situation to clear up is also a way out.
Perhaps the only ones suffering from this turmoil were those organizations that had collaborated with the Blood Clan. Over the years, their partnership with the Blood Clan had formed a complete and solid supply chain, but with the Blood Clan's sudden turmoil, the biggest impact was on these suppliers. They had resisted for their own interests, but after a few prominent figures were eliminated, the rest of them fell silent and withered.
The friendship in the underworld is so simple and pure, there is no emotion, only interests.
As a member of the underground intelligence trade, Morin has survived for decades like an evergreen. As long as you can afford the price, he can always obtain the information you need. However, he also possesses the sensitivity and vigilance unique to intelligence agents. He typically only appears at specific times, making him difficult to find on ordinary days.
But now, Morin was blocked in his safe house in his pajamas by a fully armed man with swords and spears.
"It's nice here," said Eric Brooks, known in the underground world as the Vampire Hunter or Blade Runner, as he surveyed his surroundings. This was a secluded suburban residence, not particularly large, but warmly decorated with a soothing warm yellow hue.
"How did you find this place?" His messy gray hair peeked out from under his slipped nightcap. Morin didn't even think about reaching for the gun under his pillow. He knew the man's agility and combat experience. In a fair fight, ten of him wouldn't be able to defeat one. If the other man really wanted to do something to him, all he could do was pray he'd suffer less.
"I always have some tracking methods that others don't have." Eric said nonchalantly.
"Okay, okay, let's get straight to the point. What do you want to know from me? But I can't guarantee that I know what you want to know. The situation has been bad recently, and I also have to consider the safety of my informants." Morin tightened the quilt, straightened the nightcap on his head, and muttered a few words to Eric who was standing in front of his bed with cloudy eyes.
"Recently, there is a group of people who are also hunting vampires. Who are they? Why are they hunting those vampires?" Eric asked.
"I thought you knew." Morin glared at Eric, expressing his frustration at this man who showed no interest in anything other than vampire hunting. "As expected, it's the officials. Only they can mobilize so many well-trained warriors and equipment. As for the purpose of hunting vampires, my intelligence channel has an unconfirmed news report that there is a technology that can extract a substance that prolongs life from vampires. This has attracted the attention of some important figures and has tempted them."
"Thank you." Eric thanked him and backed away towards the window, saying, "I owe you a favor. This is my reward."
"Wait, you'd better not get involved. I don't know how they will deal with a half-human, half-vampire monster like you. If something happens to you, what good will your favor do? Don't you have some small treasury, savings or something?"
"Fuck, can you please go through the main door? It's winter now! How am I supposed to sleep if you break the window? Can't you consider the feelings of the lonely old man?"
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"Werewolf Project?"
Luke looked at the title of the project application and then at Dr. Tilda Johnson, who had submitted the plan.
"Yes, the military suffered considerable damage while capturing the experimental material, and they want us to develop a weapon that can reduce casualties and target vampires. However, I believe that if the goal is to capture the raw material alive, then lethal weapons will be difficult to deploy. Vampires are also extremely agile and possess special powers. I think it would be better to create a nemesis for their race," Tilda said. "Given our research and understanding of vampires, creating a nemesis is not impossible."
Luke signaled Tilda to continue with his eyes while flipping through Tilda's plan. From the plan, it was obvious that the other party had put a lot of effort into it.
Tilda's face lit up with joy after receiving Luke's eye contact. "I've intercepted some gene fragments from old vampires. The werewolf soldiers I've created will have an extremely keen sense of smell for vampires. With this sense of smell, no matter where the vampires hide, they won't be able to escape the soldiers' pursuit. Even if they disguise themselves as humans and blend into the crowd, their noses will be the perfect vampire radar."
They will also possess exceptional melee combat abilities, able to match the speed and strength of the vampires. Their skin, carefully strengthened by me, has also been given excellent toughness and protection. Their claws and teeth, upon inflicting damage to vampires, will release a targeted toxin that paralyzes the injured vampire. This will help minimize the loss of raw materials."
"Dr. Johnson, I remember that you had done similar biotechnology research before joining Heberon's biological laboratory." Luke patiently listened to Tilda's brief introduction, temporarily shifted his gaze from the plan in his hand, and asked softly.
"Yes, the conditions were primitive and the technology was immature back then," Tilda said quickly. "But I've already solved all the problems I encountered. With your permission, I'll be able to create a real work soon and show it to you."
"Go find Ms. Ina yourself and bring your project plan." Luke nodded at Tilda's expectant eyes.
Tilda Jensen was capable, and after several years of training at Heybrun, she was a capable individual. Luke was happy to invest in someone who had the skills to enhance the company's technical expertise and the drive to secure significant official contracts.