Chapter 51: The Ancestor’s Response The repairman walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down...
The repairman walked to the edge of the roof and looked down.
There was a lot of noise in the family quarters not far away.
Several hunter reserves kept arguing about who dealt the final fatal blow to the vampire.
The old man moved his wheelchair out, holding a silver cane high in his hand. The hard-of-hearing old man shouted loudly: "Where is the vampire!"
The hunters packed up, eliminated the last vampire, and got ready.
This is probably the busiest night in District 9.
Fortunately, no one died.
The wind brought up drizzle, and the rain was the eyes and ears of the repairman.
They told her: All the dirt has been cleaned up.
Repairmen hate dirt the most in their lives, whether it's bats in sewers or garbage deposited at the bottom of rivers.
She smiled a little: "Killed them all."
Except for the two vampires in front of him.
Marta: "I've received accurate intelligence that the operation there has been advanced. We must also implement our plan ahead of schedule."
The repairman nodded.
The partner looked at her blankly, then looked at the senior whom he was not very familiar with - the former senior.
It was probably because his level was not high enough, so he didn't know what the plan was. He didn't dwell on it. He was satisfied to survive the Earl's hands unscathed, although there were some minor accidents along the way.
However, Rhett couldn't help but was eager to try: "Since we're planning ahead, can I go into the association's headquarters now?"
Repairman: "I've already applied for you to join the association."
Rhett was stunned. He didn't expect her to say that.
The Marquis was a little hesitant. He never blinked when he killed vampires, but now he couldn't believe it.
"real?"
The repairman answered seriously: "Really."
Rhett was a little confused.
Before he became a vampire, he was an ordinary psychic. His abilities at that time were only enough for him to pick up small objects from a distance, and were far less powerful than they are now.
Although he had wanted to join the association before, he never had the ability.
…Now that I’ve become a vampire, my wish has come true.
Then the repairman stood up straight and saluted the Marquis in a standard way: "Welcome home--"
——"Wild Chestnut"
“—Wild chestnut.” said the repairman.
Marta remained calm and asked, "Didn't you cancel the code name?"
Generally speaking, after the hunter is confirmed dead, the code name will be sealed.
The code name will be unlocked until a descendant joins the Hunter Association.
The partner finally understood the situation and shook his head: "It's never been cancelled."
He remembered that there was such a Senior Gao Lie, but for some reason he had never appeared. He only realized it today.
It turns out that the senior has become a vampire.
The partner felt a little disappointed, but he didn't feel comfortable sighing in front of his senior.
Marta's expression was unrecognizable, she just nodded and walked towards the stairwell.
Rhett followed as usual, and the two of them walked slowly down the stairs.
The repairman thought about it and cancelled the supernatural field first.
The crescent moon peeked out from behind the rain clouds, and the rain gradually became lighter until the mist completely dissipated.
The moon was reflected in the puddle, but it was very small and could not be seen clearly.
The repairman was too lazy to climb the stairs, and she was now so sleepy that she had to rely on willpower to stand.
She jumped down from the rooftop, and the gurgling water supported her so that she would not fall.
The partner looked at the railing, then at the stairwell, and finally chose to go down the stairs.
Damn it, having supernatural powers is so convenient. I can go downstairs faster than others.
*
The second step of the plan is to disconnect the signal connection between Zone 9 and other zones.
After killing all the vampires, make sure no news gets out of here.
As for other areas that were also attacked, it didn't matter because they received the news in advance and the support was timely, so they could just keep their original appearance.
That is, it does not appear to have been captured.
In this way, the vampires will have to rely more on Duke Marta, after all, only District 9 is successful.
In short, all of this is to create the illusion that District 9 has indeed been occupied by Duke Marta.
In response, the association issued a special announcement the next day stating that the signal maintenance personnel in District 9 were injured and could not be contacted in the short term.
This is not a very suspicious reason. After all, the hunter network has not been completely repaired yet, and the network that relies entirely on psychics to maintain it is so fragile.
In addition, the communication between different regions is not frequent, only a few people can access the Internet, and there is not much personnel flow.
So the true situation in District 9 was easily covered up.
Only a very few people saw something different in the announcement.
The professional suicidal person finally didn't jump on one leg today. Her legs have been fully recovered, but her brain is not fully recovered yet.
She asked, "Is there an incident in District 9?"
Jiuyi came to visit her as usual, "I don't know."
Although he is Gao Lie, even Jiuyi doesn't know what exactly happened in District 9. The confidentiality level is very high. It can almost be said that only the president knows the whole picture.
The professional didn't delve into the matter further. She sighed and collapsed on the head of the bed, looking like a complete loser.
"I'm hungry."
"You didn't have lunch?"
"I ate—" the professional drawled out the last word, "but does that have anything to do with me being hungry?"
Jiuyi, who was no problem with enduring hunger, didn't understand, but she tried to give reliable advice: "Then go have afternoon tea."
At this point, the professional sat up excitedly: "Did you know there's a new ice cream shop that opened in District 1? Someone brought their sign when they came to visit me before. It's super delicious!"
“I want to eat that!”
Jiuyi: “…”
She reached out and touched the professional's forehead, muttering to herself: "Is his brain broken?"
The professional was furious: "What kind of talk is this!"
"It's just that District 1 and District 17 are a little bit farther apart!" She stretched out her hand, trying to measure the tiny difference.
Jiuyi was silent for a while.
Does this little bit mean that the distance would take more than two days to reach even if you drive day and night?
The professional started rolling around on the bed, kicking the sheets around.
"Ah—I don't care, I don't care. I'm going to eat at that ice cream shop!"
Jiuyi sighed: "I'll find out who's in Area 1 for you and have someone bring them back."
The professional stopped rolling around and stared at the ceiling with despair. "I don't know when the hunters on the mission will come back. Cross-region missions will take at least ten days."
"Would you please go?"
The former leader clasped his hands together pitifully, looking pious: "Nine Ones, the kindest person in the world, this is my lifelong request."
"I've been in the hospital for so long, and I can't even have the ice cream I want?"
"You've asked for too much in your life," Jiuyi said coldly.
Every time she was asked for help, it was a request for her whole life. The life of a professional actor is too long, otherwise how could he have so many requests.
Then she said, "I don't have any tasks later, so I'll go tonight."
Even if I hire someone to drive, it will take at least six days to go back and forth. Jiuyi calculated the specific time: "You will probably only be able to eat midnight snacks by then, and they must be the kind that are available in the early morning."
The professional smiled happily: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I'm willing to do it even if it requires me to get up at five or six in the morning."
"Whatever you want."
*
Inside District 9.
Rhett's hunter application was approved, and it was approved directly by the president.
Before entering the association's headquarters, the Marquis pulled his cloak a little helplessly.
The wide hood covered his eyes, but thankfully the cuffs were long enough to conceal his sharp nails.
Apart from the exposed areas appearing excessively pale due to years of lack of sunlight, there seemed to be nothing suspicious about them.
He is a little nervous.
Maybe more than a little.
Although it was late at night, the Hunter Association was still bustling with people coming and going, mostly hunters.
Rhett turned around to look for her, and Marta was walking quietly behind her.
Since you were a hunter before, you're not nervous at all?
Rhett looked at the newly issued communicator.
[AAA Advertising Space for Rent]: Are you here? Don't move, I'll pick you up.
【Mouse Film】: Yeah.
After a while, the advertisement came as expected. He waved and pulled Rhett away.
"Is that person the same as you...?"
His eyes drifted towards Marta.
Rhett nodded, "Almost."
He said, "But she used to be a hunter, maybe a high-ranking hunter, with the code name Shan Chestnut."
The advertiser had not been in the association for long, and although he was quickly promoted to high hunter due to his high talent in supernatural powers, he knew little about the affairs of his predecessors.
He scratched his head and said, "I think I've heard this somewhere before. Never mind. Someone will come pick her up later anyway."
"That's good."
"How are you doing over there?"
The two gradually drifted apart, chatting about the years they had missed.
Marta stared at the interior decoration of the association without moving, actually she was just in a daze.
The interior decoration of each association is different, most of them have the characteristics of the local area, but they are still familiar.
After a while, she sighed softly.
It’s really... been a long time.
A hunter walked straight towards her. He was so old that he seemed a little alienated from the other hunters. He looked to be at least forty or fifty years old.
He walked up to Marta and said jokingly, "You haven't forgotten me, have you, partner?"
They used to be partners.
Marta glanced at him. "Not yet—you're aging so fast. Are you sure you don't have Alzheimer's?"
"That proves I'm long-lived!" The sweet old man immediately counterattacked, then said vaguely, "...That's actually an advantage. You don't look old at all."
Marta curled the corners of her mouth and slowly regained the feeling from decades ago.
"Okay, enough of this. The president told me you have any plans to carry out, right? Let's go first."
The sweet old man waved his hand, choosing to end the situation where old friends could only mock each other when they met for many years.
*
Late at night, Marta released the pigeons in her hand.
The efficiency of actions within the vampire clan is usually very low, and it is possible that a reply may take four or five days.
This time the reply came quickly, on the third night.
【Attack Area 17 in three days.】
【There must be no mistakes.】
The Duke looked at the letter and sneered.
Don't let her down, those old guys just love to hold each other back.
Don't ever run away at the last minute. After all, everyone is already prepared. If you don't show up, wouldn't all these days of planning be wasted?
She turned the letter over with a puzzled look.
The First Ancestor responded to us.
Marta's face suddenly darkened.
Although the plan also includes the possible appearance of the ancestor, it is hard to say whether it will work.
The last recorded appearance of the ancestor was so far away from now that even the vampires with a lifespan of over a hundred years cannot tell whether the ancestor exists or not.
No one knows the true strength of the ancestor, and the outcomes of all plans are unknown.
...Maybe she should have asked who the original ancestor was.
She quickly dismissed this meaningless thought. Since God's pet didn't tell her directly, it was obviously because her soul was not enough to pay the price.
There was no point in thinking too much, so she passed the message to the president through the mental link.
Marta had already talked to the president and learned that he had also seen that existence and must have gained something.
This also gave her more confidence.
She is not afraid of death, but if even her death is meaningless, how can she deal with the ancestor?
Perhaps praying for God's mercy is also an option, if He is willing to respond to His believers.
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