the castration plan

Chapter 26

"Criminal Ke? This person is not in the database file. I will now ask all the data scientists to retrieve the personnel information of the 124 member states of the International Criminal Police Organization and the National Central Bureau." Shen Lu said.

Shen Lu quickly tapped on the keyboard: "Don't be so anxious, he must have threatened you because he couldn't find any evidence, and wanted you to show your feet if you panic. If there is really an arrest plan, why choose this time to scare the snake away? ?”

"What am I supposed to do? These idiots from ICPO have re-issued red notices [-] times in two years, and they still don't even know my nationality." Bemuir had a surly look on his face, looking at the imminent murder. With a look of contempt, "There are also those wastes of the public security organs, I hope they have not forgotten the lesson of Dunkirk."

Shen Lu nodded in agreement: "They are indeed headless chickens. I saw that your information is blank on the latest document, and your code name is still 'CaininTransylvania'."

Cain, Cain, the name means "get".One of the two sons of Adam and Eve, the older brother killed his younger brother with his own hand, and is the ancestor of all the wicked in the world.

Transylvania, Transylvania, the place where Dracula lives, is located in Romania, where the vampire superstition is the most complicated.

"Shut up." Bemuir was walking towards the parking lot, and the night was very windy. He cursed loudly and indistinctly, "What a fucking idiot, sounds like a decent Serbian spinster."

Officials claim that Cainin Transylvania is manipulating a powerful organized crime network. He manipulates his subordinates with cult beliefs, specializes in murder and arson, and carries out the bloodiest and cruelest massacre in Eastern Europe.

This is to maintain social stability.

Any beautiful and gentle Omega around may be a castration maniac with ulterior motives—what a horrifying urban legend, it will really reduce the fertility rate.

To the general public, a mafia legend far away is nothing to fear by comparison.

Baymuir wrapped his clothes tightly and went back to the car, only to see the drunk Lu He fell asleep.

"Lu He." It was the deep and domineering voice of the gangster, and Bemuir's role hadn't changed yet.

But with the tip of his tongue, he easily lifted his soft palate. The resonance between the throat bone and the chest cavity quickly changed the timbre and pitch, and his voice was soft and high-pitched in an instant, slightly blurred, begging for mercy: "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu? Get up. Come on, let me drive, we should go home."

Lu He occupied the driver's seat, and the drunk Alpha should not be too heavy, so that Bemuir had no choice.

He glanced at his watch, and it was not past twelve o'clock, so he simply opened the car door and went out.

Ten minutes later, he came back with a birthday cake.

There is nothing good to sell at this point, the cream and fruit are not very fresh, and the chiffon at the bottom has collapsed.When the candles were plugged in, everything seemed a little more plausible.

Bemuir didn't know that Lu He hadn't actually drank the pills at all, but after taking a large dose of sober medicine, a very uncomfortable dizziness made him embarrassed and drowsy.

At the first glance after being shaken awake, he saw a picture that was completely out of touch with the real world.

Baimuer's long light-colored eyelashes are facing the candlelight, reflecting his green eyes in autumn colors, his hair is dripping with snowflakes and drops like shining jewels, his smile is as innocent and soft as a yucca flower .By starlight and moonlight, that is the most holy and unique way of manifesting angels that can produce myths.

"Happy birthday, brother."

"Hurry up and make a wish, or I will make it for you." Bemuir closed his eyes, praying for the years to be kind, merciful, and caring to everyone, "I hope that grandpa's illness and mother's depression will recover quickly, and that Lang Lang and sister can realize their dreams ...and big brother..."

The night sky is full of stars, candlelight is peaceful and beautiful.

Bemuir's every expression was very devout, he only thought that Lu He was completely drunk, and sincerely prayed: "Lord, I have hatred in my heart, and I only destroy, all the faults are on me, I beg you to strip away the evil view The one I love the most."

He began to sing in Latin a kind of divine hymn derived from the belief of his birthplace, which is said to have the spiritual power of holy water.

sing lord

Ursa Minor

looking east towards the sky

Behold the power of God cast you out

every evil undead

Wrapped in the omnipotent hand of God

Satan fled trembling

save us lord

Praise and glory be to God

"BenedictusDeus.GloriaPatri." These are the last lyrics.

"I beg him to always be the best." Bemuir smiled wryly, as if soaked in the weeping of the prophet of uncertain fate, "Just don't be nice to me again."

But Baymuir didn't realize that a kind of selfless tenderness that reached its peak migrated to the air from the eyes that stared at him.There was an emotion so intense that it had never been felt before that it made any words seem superficial.