I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 454: Not Being a Human and Running Away

Once you find the place, the rest will be easy.

Don't you want to be promoted?

Don’t you think building such a large blood pool doesn’t have enough blood?

Okay, I'll add some more ingredients to make your blood pool more nutritious!

Bourne had already asked Sharon to take her elementalist team outside to create artificial rain.

To the south of here is the sea, where water vapor is inexhaustible. To the north is the Corcovado Mountain, where water vapor reaches, it can easily form rainfall.

In addition, due to the effects of the Great Darkness and some special spells of the Blood Ancestor, the density of water vapor in the dark clouds is already very high.

So, Sharon and the others just had a little wind and it started raining, and it was getting heavier.

However, Sharon and her team members have controlled the wind direction to push the moisture to the hillside further north.

There is a makeshift dam built from abandoned vehicles and collapsed buildings.

The red queen Sally Whitemane took her team of judges to capture able-bodied men everywhere.

That's right, Grand Knight Sten was supervising the battle at the front line, and Sally led people to intercept the knights and saints who came to support and retreat for recuperation, and took them to collect supplies.

Lime and salt are the primary materials.

Now that the blood pool has been found, all we need to do is blast open the passage leading to it, and the muddy water mixed with lime and industrial salt will flow in continuously, turning the human blood into a complete mess.

Presumably, the monsters of the vampire clan will especially like this nutritious blood with high calcium and salt content!

The only problem left was how to get the wounded in the building out safely without alerting the Seventh Ancestor underground.

……

Ten minutes later, another group of wounded were brought into the first aid room.

The wounded were seriously injured, and almost all of them were "unconscious."

"Hurry, there's a critically ill patient who needs to be sent to the emergency room."

A young nun shouted as she pushed a nursing bed towards the emergency room.

Several lightly injured soldiers who were blocking the road made way, their eyes full of concern and worry.

Which comrade was injured again?

I heard that several injured comrades were sent here this time!

Alas, the battles in the south and the east have been fought, and only this side is left. How many more people have to fall before all this ends?

What they didn't know was that the seriously injured patients under the white sheets sat up suddenly as soon as they entered the operating room, scaring the doctors and nurses who were surrounding them.

"Fake corpse?"

"No, it's kidnapping!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several nuns in white who had pushed the cart in threw off their nurse uniforms, rushed over, swung their palm knives up and down, and the target person fell down.

"Quick, quick! Change your clothes!"

The big "seriously injured" man sitting on the hospital bed was covered in blood and urged anxiously in a low voice.

"What, what's going on?"

An old nun, who was holding a rubber glove and preparing to put it on her hand, looked in shock as the little nun, whom she had raised like her own daughter, quickly took out a balloon-like object from under the bed sheet and blew it up.

This thing gradually took shape, and it turned out to be an inflatable doll, with the air nozzle even being blurred out.

“Alyssa, how could you—”

The old nun's hands were shaking with anger, but that didn't stop her from quickly putting on a set of knight armor made of thin iron sheets. With the help of the people next to her, she hung several blood bags on the inflatable doll.

"What about them? Just stay here?"

"They are all from the Stoneheart Group. Who knows, one of them might be a traitor. In order not to alert the enemy, we have no choice but to keep them all here!"

"Oh, God bless them! May God have mercy on their souls! Amen!"

"Quick, quick, all the lightly wounded soldiers, report to me. There are a group of seriously wounded soldiers who need our help!"

"Anyone else willing to join us? Nun? We want nuns too. We want anyone who can move!"

"Car, don't worry about the car! What do you mean someone has mobility problems? Uh, just find a wheelchair and someone who can shoot a gun!"

"Okay, okay, don't push, it's not far from here, those who can run, run with me, those who can't run, take the car, let's go!"

The chaotic scene downstairs was seen clearly through the surveillance camera by two people in the top-level office.

"Hmph, you bunch of lunatics from the Church, go ahead and get more people. Then you will all be the food for the Blood Ancestor!"

The blond Thomas smiled disdainfully. He turned to look at the old man in the wheelchair, who was almost asleep. He couldn't help but said angrily:

"Aldridge, where are your people? Why haven't they even responded in half an hour?"

The old man in the wheelchair was awakened and trembled nervously. When he saw the test tube tightly held in his hand and the blood drops spinning inside it, he relaxed and said, "Communications underground are already very poor. The base station is built on the roof. If there is a relay base station underground, it would be fine. Now there are landslides everywhere and signal interruptions are normal."

After a pause, he looked up at Thomas, who had combed his hair meticulously, and asked, "What about the ceremony you prepared? When does it start?"

Thomas sneered, "Why, can't you wait?"

"Yes, I have been waiting for decades. I really don't want to wait any longer. Can't you let me be baptized first?"

"Ignorance!" Thomas said arrogantly, "Without the magic transformation generated by my Lord's promotion, no matter how much blood there is, it is just ordinary blood and will have no effect on you.

Only when my Lord is promoted through that blood pool, the magic power left behind will transform the blood in the blood pool into magic blood suitable for ordinary vampires to be promoted. And I am the second one to enjoy this magic blood, and you can only be third!"

"Why, everything you did was with my help!"

"Because I am a vampire, and you are just a human!"

"I--"

The old man was speechless.

He is Aldridge Palmer, who founded a construction giant in Rio. When did he become despised because of his race?

Well, in this case, I will stop being a human being!

I want to be a ghost too!

Aldridge tremblingly pulled out the tightly corked bottle stopper and brought the test tube containing the drop of magic power to his lips.

However, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't get the liquid to his mouth.

Just as Aldridge took a deep breath and was about to lift the test tube with all his strength, his hand suddenly felt lighter and the test tube was taken away.

"Thomas Echost, what are you doing? Give me back my blood!"

The blond man shook the test tube in his hand, his stiff face twitching, and his words were extremely cold: "I think it's a bit of a waste to use this drop of blood on you! You are not even as valuable as your team now!"

"Are you going to go back on your word? Aren't you afraid that I will ask them to blow up the blood pool and make you fail?"

“Hahaha.” Thomas laughed up to the sky. “Do you know why your team didn’t answer your calls? They were eaten by the blood servants sent by my Lord a long time ago!”

Neither of them noticed that on the monitor, the lightly injured soldiers who went out to support the seriously injured turned into an alley and disappeared.

What they didn't know was that on the east side of the building, where the surveillance cameras couldn't see, a layer of white fog rose from the ground, just enough to cover the third floor.

At the third-floor window, several people wrapped tightly in blankets were rapidly descending to the first floor via a slide made of plastic sheets, and were then carried on stretchers towards the subway entrance ahead.

In less than twenty minutes, the emergency room on the third floor, which had been quiet yet lively, became completely silent. There were only a few unconscious doctors and nurses lying on the beds, a dozen security guards tied up in the lounge, and inflatable dolls scattered almost everywhere in the operating room and on the beds.

Of course, each person and the inflatable doll had three or four mineral water bottles tied to them, filled with red, sticky liquid.