"On the first day I went to work, I would go straight to the old lair of the vampire radical in New York with you. Mobile phone."

Elssa sat bored in the back seat of the galloping taxi. She was still wearing her combat suit, brown hunting suit, horse boots, and black windbreaker in her coat, but it was not newer than the original one.

It is said that she found it from the S.H.E.L.D.’s warehouse, the war uniform that once belonged to her father.

At Elsa's feet, there was a large black bag filled with things vampire hunters needed to "work".

She looked at the view outside the window. It was afternoon. She complained to Merlin beside her.

"There should be 180 vampires waiting for battle there, and we only have two of them. Are your agents' lives so exciting?"

“Our numbers are indeed a disadvantage.”

Because it was daytime action, Merlin did not wear the very retro clothes he got from Succubus Mandy. The clothes he customized from Mrs. Mokin will be delivered in a few days, so he is now wearing a gray casual jacket, jeans, and sneakers.

The whole person looks several years younger all of a sudden.

He looked at the sunlight outside the window and said

"But we have another advantage, we are active in the sun, and that is not the realm of vampires."

"Okay, there's some truth."

Elsa nodded, and after a moment, she had a new doubt. She knocked on the door of the taxi on hand and said to Merlin.

"I've seen it at your SHIELD headquarters. Your headquarters is very grand. After all, you are a department manager. Do you take a taxi when you go out to perform tasks? Director Fury doesn't give you a business car?"

"some."

Merlin shrugged, he said

"But last time Fury forgot to return the car keys to me. Taxis also have the benefits of taxis, at least this is secret enough."

"It's quite hidden."

Elsa stretched out her fingers and rubbed her forehead, she said

"It's this cheerful music, it's so noisy."

"Clang"

Meilin kicked the driver's seat in front of him, and he said in a bad tone

"Dupend! Turn off that damn music, haven't you heard this lady's complaint?"

"Ah? What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The Indian driver who was completely immersed in his music world was awakened by the shock. He looked back at Merlin with a disgraceful expression, and he said

"Merlin, what did you just say?"

"I'll let you turn off that music!"

Merlin yelled, and the latter embarrassedly lowered the sound of the car audio, but did not turn off the noisy Indian music completely.

This is the driver's last stubbornness.

More than ten minutes later, this fast and stable taxi, which was green light all the way, was parked in front of a more than 30-story office building in the Bronx.

Judging from the appearance alone, this building is no different from other office buildings in New York City. It has big signs, clean glass walls, and crowded halls, and parking lots full of cars. Everything looks normal.

"In Mercury's memory, one of Dickon's lairs is here."

Merlin paid the car and watched Du Pengde drive away. He said to Elsa, who was carrying a big black bag next to him.

"It put all the information about the mysterious legend of the "Blood God" here, and also hired a technology company to crack the secrets of those information for it."

“How should we get in?”

Elsa is more concerned about the issue of action. Although she was born in a family of vampire hunters, she has extremely rich theoretical experience. But she just turned 20 this month, except for driving away a group of entrenched vampires when she first came to Hell's Kitchen, she did not have much practical combat experience.

In other words, she is still at the rookie level in terms of actions.

It was her first time to break into a vampire lair like today, so Elsa is a little nervous now.

"Infiltration is my job, you are responsible for supporting."

Merlin pushed the frameless glasses, he took out a pair of women's sunglasses from his pocket and handed them to Elsa

"Bring it with you."

“I don’t need this.”

Elsa simply refused

"Although I haven't taken the breakthrough potion, I've taken many other potions since I was a child, and I can see clearly whether it's in the sun or in the dark."

"No."

Merlin put the sunglasses in Elsa's hand, he said

"This is S.H.I.E.D., and these sunglasses are magical items, which allow you to see the spirits you will need, believe me."

""

Elsa obediently placed her sunglasses on her face, and she whispered

“A weird tradition.”

"It seems you need a magic pocket that is convenient for action, but let's talk about it next time."

Merlin glanced at Elsa's big bag full of weapons, and he shook his head and said

"Observe the surrounding environment, be careful not to expose yourself, come in when you receive the signal."

“What is the signal?”

Elsa movably with her fingers, she asked

"How should I tell?"

"You will know when the signal appears."

Merlin smiled mysteriously. As Elsa's gaze, Merlin put a pair of black leather gloves on her hands and then disappeared in front of Elsa's eyes out of thin air.

"A wizard."

Elsa looked at the disappearing Merlin, with a little enviousness in her eyes.

To be honest, if it is possible to become a wizard, her family would not allow her to inherit the tradition of vampire hunters. But the problem is that although the witch hunters have more or less magical talents, those talents are not enough to support them to become qualified wizards.

Just as the materials Merlin found in the library of the Demon French Society described, in the Middle Ages, the witch hunter was a place between the wizard world and the ordinary civilization, and it was also the best career choice for many squints who had no hope of becoming wizards for life and were unwilling to fall into ordinary people.

“It’s time to work!”

Elsa bent down and took out two large-caliber magic hunting pistols from her bag, wearing sunglasses and windbreaker, the girl who looked heroic and heroic, looked left and right, carried her armed bag behind her, and then quickly crossed the wall in front of her, like a flexible cat, and began to patrol the building around.

Although becoming Merlin's special affairs consultant was somewhat forced to helpless. But Elsa actually did not resist her new errands. She inherited her father's courage and had a strong interest in any new business.

The most important thing is that a heart that longs for adventure was also beating in her chest.

Ten minutes later, just as Elsa found the third safe evacuation point, Merlin's "signal" finally appeared in front of her.

A black glove suddenly appeared in front of Elsa's eyes, as if she had her own consciousness, stretched out her index finger, pointed to the building, then pointed at Elsa again, and finally spread her five fingers, as if she was waiting for Elsa to hold its palm.

As soon as she saw this glove, Elsa immediately chuckled.

Her inability to become a wizard does not mean that she has little knowledge. As a demon hunting family in ancient history, she has seen many wizards and many spells since she was a child. She knows what the glove is in front of her.

"The door key."

Miss Bloodstone snorted. She knew that the experience of using the door key was bad, so she took a deep breath before holding the gloves, so she reached her best, then reached out and held the gloves.

The next moment, it was like an invisible hook that hooked Elsa's abdomen, pulling her whole body into the light tunnel that suddenly opened in front of her. After 2 seconds, Elsa, who was spinning in the sky, appeared in the hall on the 4th floor of the underground building.

Although he had already prepared in advance, the dizzy experience still made Miss Bloodstone stagger when she landed. Merlin was prepared for this, so he stretched out his hand and helped Elsa up, who was pale.

"What's this?"

Miss Bloodstone took a few deep breaths. She raised her head and saw more than 30 glass cabinets placed in the hall in front of her and the dim underground hall.

In each glass cabinet, some incomplete text is placed in an environment similar to a vacuum.

"This is Dickon's secret."

Merlin looked at the text in front of him, he said

"In Mercury's memory, Dicken called these things the 'Book of Death'. These texts were bought or snatched from collectors throughout the Americas over the past few months. It is called 'Blood God'. It is said to be the first generation of vampire pioneers who set foot on the Americas. The ancient legend brought from Europe is filled with magical power that can transform vampires."

"The legend brought from Europe?"

Elsa walked forward a few steps, and she looked carefully at the weird symbols in the text like cuneiforms. After a moment, she turned around and said to Merlin in a sure tone.

"No! This is not the Book of Death, and there is no legend about the 'Blood God' in Europe."

"Um?"

Merlin frowned. He was very confident in Elsa's family inheritance, but Mercury's memory would not lie. He asked.

"You know the Book of Death?"

"Of course, that's the secret treasure of the Count Dracula."

Miss Bloodstone pointed to the text in front of her and explained to Merlin.
To be continued...