Investigation

  The New York police department was in an uproar, with almost all hands being dispatched to the scene. Even the officers who were normally stationed at the reception desk had grabbed their shotguns and joined the fray. In the city of New York, a group of people had attacked a high-ranking bishop clad in red robes, killing over thirty clergy members and wounding dozens of devout followers. The head of the police department seemed to have heard the roar of the higher-ups: "What use is this trash?"

  The police in New York are dignified, they never think of themselves as trash, so they must protect the red-robed archbishop and those weird-looking guys around him.

  Seeing the young man in a golden robe with an indifferent face and eyes, a middle-aged policeman with a big belly whispered to his colleague: "Does this guy look like someone who serves God? I think he looks more like those Satan cult guys."

  His colleagues, a thin and small guy, hurriedly whispered: "Shut up, they are big shots, we can't afford to offend them."

  The deputy judge, who was more than a dozen meters away, had already heard the fat policeman's words and turned his head to smile at this side. The fat policeman was stunned for a moment, then felt as if a small car had crashed into his stomach, and he flew backwards five or six meters, spitting out blood. He wouldn't die, but at least he would have to lie in bed for three to five months.

  The deputy chief judge smiled and turned back, whispering a prayer for the dead and wounded subordinates. The dignity of God is not to be insulted, that damned fat man dared to say he served Satan, so let him rest well. More than 30 police cars surrounded the church gate, countless police officers came and went, flashing lights filled the air with tension, but around the deputy chief judge, a calm breath slowly enveloped the surroundings.

  Five black Ford cars drove slowly, a group of men in black got out, and strode towards the deputy judge, pushing aside the police on the road as if they were trash. More than a dozen young people dressed strangely, like street thugs, jumped down from the car, looking around weirdly among the cars.

  The leader of the black-clad men, a tall middle-aged man with sunglasses, said in a low voice: "Lord Galanti, I have brought the person you wanted."

  Kalandri, the deputy chief judge of the religious tribunal, looked at those young people as if pointing to a pile of dog shit and asked: "Is this the elite trained by the cooperation between the Holy See and your Ministry of National Defense? Can they even be considered human? A bunch of trash, thorough trash... God, I would rather cooperate with demons than use these pieces of trash to handle things. You have disappointed me too much, you have a position in the Holy See, but look, look, what kind of bastards have you taught?"

  The man in black looked at Galanti with an awkward expression: "Sir, I'm sorry, but... these young people are all the ones we've searched for who were born with special abilities. Their behavior may be a bit strange, but their strength..."

  "Yesterday, I saw enough of their trash. If they're about the same strength, that is. Enough, let them roll or I'll take care of them myself. Find out who used those heavy weapons to attack us. The Dark Assembly wouldn't resort to such means... see why. That should be a so-called professional killer group. I want detailed intel."

  The man in black nodded and didn't dare say anything else, taking people away.

  Yi Chen, Sha Bi Ya, and Ke Lu's motorcade happened to be passing by here. Because the police had set up a checkpoint, only half of the street could pass through, so they slowed down. Yi Chen said with a curious and slightly sarcastic smile: "Oh, look, what's going on at the entrance of this church? Ke Lu, when did you notify them?"

  Krebs said in a low voice, "Five hours ago, I told them I'd give 'em ten million bucks to knock me off. That's the price they gave me for three times. Goddamn, fast action, eh? You see that guy in the gold robe praying, Mr. Jester, you know him?"

  Jester glanced lazily and nodded, "I know him, Galanti. He looks like he's in his twenties or so, but I saw him when I was eleven and he looked just the same. Who knows how old he really is? The Deputy Chief Inquisitor of the Religious Tribunal, one of the cruelest and most ruthless ones. He once had an experience of secretly executing over 300 heretics in Germany. At that time, I even went to observe on site... Oh, right, those heretics worshipped Satan and were then purged."

  "Alright, we can't afford to offend someone as important as him. Let's go, let's go, hurry up, Phil, step on it... I had a bad feeling about today, this isn't a good omen at all. The 'Satan' corps is moving too fast, heaven knows if they've already started their next move."

  In the car behind, Michelle was gesturing towards the church door and grabbing Cain's head, saying: "Look, look, isn't that an angel statue? Wow, I've never been to a church in Holland before, this is my first time seeing an angel statue... It's so ugly, its wings are all hairy!"

  The black man who had just been scolded by Galanti happened to be walking by the car with his subordinates, and when he heard Michelle's shout, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. It was the first time someone had made such a comment about an angel. At the same time, although he was a secret agent of the Ministry of National Defense, he still had the identity of a divine officer, so the black-clad man looked at the people in the car with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.

  "Hey, what are you staring at? Hmph, one look and I can tell you're not a good person. Wearing black clothes on the street in broad daylight, with sunglasses on your face to avoid being recognized... The people behind you look like thugs too. You must be a thug leader."

  Chekhov, who was smoking marijuana, burst out laughing and almost choked to death on the smoke, coughing several times. It's rare for the boss to allow himself to smoke a bit, if he gets choked to death, it would be really unprofitable.

  The man in black was choked with anger by Michelle, but looking at her sweet face, he couldn't get angry and could only walk away gloomily with his men to their vehicle.

  Yi Chen suddenly widened his eyes and said in a low voice: "Strange, I'm suddenly nervous, let's go, leave here."

  Under Yidun's urging, the convoy quickly left and soon arrived at the next intersection. Kuru looked at Yidun with a strange expression: "Yi, do you have heart problems? Or perhaps your body isn't very good? If your body isn't very good, I might be able to give you an initial hug, and then you'll possess endless life."

  Yi Chen rolled her eyes and hastily said: "Thank you, thank you, I feel much better now. If my body doesn't work out in the future, I'll definitely come to you for help. Being a vampire is also an honor, after all. But now, I'm afraid of being hunted down by the people from the Vatican, my social circle is too broad, it's hard to say when I'll run into their people."

  Kururu's expression of understanding: "This is indeed true. You keeping a human identity is very necessary for us... I was too muddled."

  A small van with tinted windows, which made it impossible to see what was going on inside, slowly pulled up to the entrance of the church that Yidun and others had just passed by. A policeman carrying a shotgun approached slowly, shouting loudly: "No parking allowed here! Hey, kid, did you hear me?"

  Several police officers walked over, laughing and saying: "What's wrong with this guy? Didn't he see our warning signs? ... Oh God, the driver's seat is empty, how did this car get here? Where's the driver? Huh?"

  The whole van exploded, the power of one ton of yellow explosives was terrifying. The cars and pedestrians at the entrance of the church were all swept away. Those black-clad men who had just been scolded by Kalanti and that group of 'elites' who looked like little rascals were all blown to pieces.

  Kalanti felt something was off the moment the flash occurred. A powerful holy energy wildly radiated outward, as if a glass cover protected him. He then took off in a sprint towards the church's entrance. The shockwave from the explosion quickly caught up to him. Kalanti's body shook violently, and he spat out blood, as if shot by a crossbow bolt, slamming into the wall beside the church entrance. Enraged, his body emitted countless intense white lights, desperately resisting the force of the blast.

  A group of men in black trench coats suddenly appeared out of nowhere, their high-powered firearms firing wildly, most of them targeting Galanti. The wall where Galanti was standing was completely blown up, and Galanti's blood splattered everywhere as he was hit by over a dozen nearly simultaneous explosions from grenade launchers.

  The New York police force present at the scene had been swept away, and within a radius of 300 meters, almost no one was in sight. This group of black-clad people rushed excitedly towards the main entrance of the church, with their modified high-powered weapons wildly spewing flames.

  Two off-road jeeps rushed over from the road, four Gatling six-barrel machine guns "dang dang dang" sprayed a stream of death, more than a dozen low-ranking clergy who had just rushed out of the church were immediately shot into minced meat, and then the minced meat was blown open by grenades, thoroughly turning into powder.

  "Let's go, we're leaving... damn it, I'm hurt." The right-wing people were too ruthless, not caring about civilian casualties at all. They belonged to the American branch of the Dark Congress and after receiving Kuru's commission, their leader asked them to show some strength to their European brothers. These cold-blooded fanatics then took the most effective but also the most brutal measures and started a massacre.

  Yi Chen saw all of this through his divine sense and couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. The power of over a ton of explosives, if it really exploded, would probably cause heavy casualties among his subordinates. Damn it, are vampires afraid of bombs? It should be feared...

  Looking at the fire rising from the intersection behind, hearing that loud explosion, feeling the scorching wind blowing past their faces, Sabia and Kuru's expressions also changed, whispering: "It seems that he doesn't have a heart condition, but rather some kind of precognitive talent. If it wasn't for his sudden fright, we would be..."

  At the church, two referees helped Galanti up and didn't care about anyone else's life or death, sneaking away on their own. The remaining referee was furious, slashing out hundreds of holy lights with his hands, as if the sharp light blades cut the attackers into pieces of flesh, before hastily following his companions in escaping. As for the red-robed archbishop, he knew that one bullet could take him down, so he had already slipped away from the back door with his subordinates.

  The continuous attacks made some departments in the United States restless, especially the military and the Vatican jointly cultivated 'elites' suffered heavy casualties, and those who knew about these things in the Ministry of National Defense were furious. Soon, special agents and elite investigators from the military flocked to New York.

  The US intelligence system wasn't bragging, and someone from a military secret department soon discovered that Yi Chen and his group were suspicious. Their identities were suspicious, their motives for coming to New York were suspicious, and it seemed that some things had something to do with them. So, after getting the above approval, these guys started preparing to investigate Yi Chen and his group. Anyway, there were clues to follow, which was better than vaguely pursuing some inexplicable cases. These guys were still mocking those CIA colleagues, a team of people was assigned to investigate thousands of named sudden death cases...

  Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that this case will eventually be classified as top secret, so who can really investigate anything?

  So these military elites who thought they had found a breakthrough, even if they couldn't achieve anything, at least wouldn't be scolded by their superiors, visited Yichen and the others on an early morning two days later.

  Yi Chen wore pajamas, looking a bit puzzled at the five slender men sitting in front of him, took a puff of his cigar and asked them: "Gentlemen, do you smoke?"

  The man in the middle shook his head: "No, smoking is harmful to health, Mr. Yi."

  Jester and Chekhov, the two guys, sat on either side of Yichun on the sofa, smoking marijuana. Chekhov smiled and handed over a joint: "So, smoke some weed, it can make your spirit soar to new heights, very good for the body." Chekhov's recent skills had improved, and after Yichun determined that ordinary intoxication and drugs could no longer harm his body, he let him do as he pleased. Chekhov was delighted, taking the opportunity to tease others.

  The man in the middle shook his head: "No, thank you, Mr. Chekhov, drug addiction is harmful to health and against the law."

  Yi Chen's eyes widened: "Oh, damn God, you've investigated us thoroughly enough, even the most inconspicuous person under me has been checked. But, heaven is above, I haven't done anything harmful in New York." Yi Chen muttered to himself: "Yes, I haven't done a little bit, but a lot, I'm not telling lies."

  "That man shook his head: 'Mr. Chekhov is not impressive? You must be joking, if a top hacker like him is the lowest level in your subordinates, then we really need to reevaluate your strength, Mr. Yi.'"

  Yi Chen pouted, changed to a comfortable sitting position, and smiled at Chekhov: "Chekhov, people have high praise for you, don't you want to thank them? Oh, right, may I ask who are you..."

  The man nodded: "Weissen, Weissen Middle School, Ministry of National Defense Special Investigation Division. Of course, this is a signboard for outsiders. In fact, we are responsible for handling some things that cannot be made public and should not be known to ordinary people."

  Yi Chen looked at him: "For example?"

  Wei?en said: "For example, the purge of the Bill family, the sudden death of over a thousand residents, the attack on Vatican personnel... and the information that our military-trained elite were eliminated."

  "Good God, I swear I have nothing to do with these things, I swear. What sudden slaughter, mysterious attacks? I'm a respectable person, sir, you shouldn't be saying such things in front of me."

  Weiss gazed coldly at Yi Chen: "So, you admit that the matter of the Bier family has something to do with you?"

  Yi Chen's head leaned in: "Am I admitting it?"

  Weisen smiled: "You didn't deny it, Mr. Yi."

  "Shake your head: 'No, I resolutely deny it, sir. This accusation is a stigma. If you want to forcibly put these crimes on my head, I will sue you. I swear, you should be clear about my background. Maybe with just one sentence from me, I can make you go to Las Vegas to guard the radar.'"

  "Visen laughed: 'Sir, this is America, not London.'"

  Yi Chen smiled faintly: "But aren't Britain and America allies? Last night's news, your Secretary of State went to London to congratulate our acting Prime Minister. Perhaps a phone call from me could change your fate?" Yi Chen calmly pointed out the fact that he was very familiar with the acting Prime Minister, believing that Visen would understand the implication.

  Visen's face changed slightly, he indeed knew a lot about Yichun's intelligence, but he absolutely did not think that Yichun was such a thorny figure. Visen smiled dryly: "Sir, of course I'm not saying you're related to these crimes, but...I'd like to ask you some questions."

  "Alright, fine. You see, it's still early in the Qing dynasty, and I was originally in a sweet dreamland, but you actually woke me up so rudely... Give you 15 minutes, I have many things to do and am very busy."

  Weisen's eyes narrowed, and he directly asked Yichen: "Do you know anything about the church attack?"

  He looked at him and puffed out a mouthful of smoke: "Why should I know? You see, my turf is in London, but this is New York, how would I know..."

  "Listen, you came to New York on your first day and visited John. And that old guy, he's got a lock on the underground arms smuggling routes in New York. A ton of yellow dynamite, Mr. Easy, was used in the church bombing case. Those bastards used at least a ton or more of yellow dynamite. Do you know anything about it?"

  Yi Chen slowly and carefully examined her own pale white hands, lightly snapping a finger, looked at Visen, and said very sincerely: "I don't know... Of course, maybe I knew that old guy John, but did your second subordinate on the left find a prostitute last night?"

  Weisen was stunned, while the guy named by Yidun's face turned red with anger.

  "Mr. Yi, this is his private affair," Visen said with a shake of his head. As soon as the words left his mouth, Visen regretted it.

  As expected, the cunning and crafty Yi Chen said: "So, even if John sold a hundred tons of yellow explosives, why would he need to tell me?"

  Weisen smiled wryly and looked at Yichun with a helpless expression, shaking his head and saying: "Mr. Yi, you hold a title in the British Empire, don't you?"

  "Ah, yes, our great Queen, oh, the former Queen bestowed upon me that lovely medal, giving me a decent, passable identity. You see, my subordinates need to eat, if I don't have a certain status, I won't be able to make money, and if I don't make money, I won't be able to support them, so the purpose of this medal is still quite great."

  Weisen shook his head: "Mr. Yi, let me analyze the problem for you, okay?"

  "Alright, I don't know what's wrong with me... Of course, let me tell you some problems. My subordinates suddenly increased by 38, maybe they don't have legal entry and exit permits, but that's within the jurisdiction of the immigration bureau, you have no right to ask; Jester and Mr. Chekhov, they're smoking marijuana, committing a crime, but that's the responsibility of the narcotics investigation bureau, you also have no right to ask; even I have a large amount of cash, oh, let me think, maybe $3 million in cash? But that's the business of CIA agents and narcotics and firearms investigation bureau agents. What problems do you want to analyze with me?"

  "Weiss clenched his teeth and said, 'On the second day you came to New York, the Bill family was uprooted. Your companion, Mr. Fattadio from Russia, had a group of subordinates sneak into New York, which you don't deny, do you? Our intelligence system may sometimes let some things happen, but we're not idiots.'"

  "Evidence."

  Weiss was speechless, stunned for a moment, and continued: "You visited old John on your first day here, and he's an arms dealer."

  "Evidence."

  Visen continued awkwardly: "The night the Bill family was wiped out, the seven of us elites went missing."

  Yi Chen leaned back on the armrest of the sofa, lazily uttering a soft and fluffy word: "Evidence."

  Weisen rose with the urge to pull out his pistol and shoot Yichen, but looking at Kain standing behind Yichen like a mountain, as well as Kain's subordinates who were like leopards, Weisen dispelled this idea.

  With a helpless bitter smile, Visen looked at Yichun and said: "John's family took over more than 50% of Bill's family's site, snatched away most of their business, and almost everything happened that night. Mr. Yi, there must be some connection between these things, I hope you can cooperate with us."

  "Good grief, I finally understand why your government can launch a war on another country based on false intelligence. It's because you intelligence people are so irresponsible! God, you're actually relying on your own conjecture to interrogate me? What am I, a criminal suspect? Do I have to be involved in this matter? Good grief, what's the phone number of your superior? I want to file a complaint against you!"

  Yi Chen shouted loudly: "Mr. Phil."

  Phil strode in and bowed slightly.

  "Call Mr. Shuna, our current acting prime minister," Yee ordered. "I think he'll be happy to do me a small favor. These Americans are too much, treating gentlemen like us as if we were criminals. I'm sure he'll help teach them a lesson."

  Phil nodded and pulled out his phone.

  Wei Sen and the other four people's hearts skipped a beat, they jumped up in embarrassment, repeatedly saying: "Mr. Yi, sorry, sorry, we...we were too presumptuous, sorry, please don't be angry, we..."

  Yi Chen pointed at the living room door like he was chasing a dog, and the five of them hastily walked out, not daring to look back.

  Yi Chen calmed down and suddenly smiled: "Two adults, what do you think?"

  Shabia and Kuru walked out of the room. Shabia said in a low voice, "I'll go take care of them." Kuru nodded coldly.

  Yi Chen looked at the two old vampire men with a helpless expression. "Damn it, have they lived to be as old as dogs?" Yi Chen shook his head: "No, gentlemen, they already suspect us, and I must say, their suspicion is correct. If all five of them suddenly die now, all suspicions will be confirmed, and we'll be finished. If they mobilize a large number of people to deal with us... If hundreds of cardinals from the Vatican, thousands of holy knights, or dozens of high-ranking officials like the Pope come after us, can we still survive?"

  Sabia hastily shook her head, joking that she didn't want to fight hard with these people. At the same time, Sabia was puzzled as to why the Vatican's power in the United States could be so intimately cooperative with the government. What a loss of dignity.

  Yi Chen lowered his head and pondered: "Fatadio can't stay in New York, they have to leave quickly. As for himself, it's not a problem to stay in New York and attract attention. The vampires around him are a bit of a nuisance, but it's not a big deal either. The people from the Vatican wouldn't dare turn someone into a bat in public, humph... Ah ha, doesn't the Philippe family have many legitimate businesses? Just say that he's cooperating with those enterprises, and Michele is following him to New York for tourism... Reason? Hmm, Prince Philippe wants to marry his daughter off to Jester. His mom, this reason should be enough, right?"

  Innumerable despicable thoughts sprang out of Yi Chen's mind one after another, and finally he couldn't help but reveal a smile. Anyway, as long as there was no evidence, no one could catch the loopholes in his words.

  The Dark Congress's US branch has already begun to gather strength, and the Vatican has actually dispatched a large number of experts to New York? What do they want to do? The Congress has several important strongholds in New York, can't let them be destroyed, humph, then let's have a hard collision once...

  The Dark Council headquarters also received the news from America. Although they were grieved by the casualties of those high-ranking vampires, since they had discovered the abnormality of the Vatican, it was a great gain after all. As for the Philippe family, who had just joined the council, they became extremely tense. Thirteen super masters led a large number of skilled family members to rush towards America in a swarm. There was no other reason; who let Michele be there?

  Yi Chen was satisfied that he had passed the US official inspection, but he didn't know that a bigger headache was coming. New York was destined to undergo a magical baptism, and the US government would thoroughly demonstrate their ability to block news.