In their hearts, they simultaneously thought, this guy is a cold-blooded executioner!
This ti, Frank had one foot on the head of the Tier Three vampire, one hand pressing down on the opponent’s chest, and another holding a military knife, marking on the skin, preparing to figure out the best way to cut.
"I respect you as a tough guy. Since you refuse to disclose the information my boss is interested in, then taste my skills."
The sound of "sizzle" was extrely light, yet it lifted a piece of flesh as thin as a cicada’s wings.
Frank’s hands moved as if tattooing a salmon, extrely familiar and swift.
"Ahhhhh..."
If not for being pinned down by the head, having limbs cut, and further restrained, the vampire’s struggle might have been extrely violent.
Because strips of flesh were being quickly cut away by Frank, and thrown directly in front of the vampire’s head.
The forced removal of flesh, cut thin as a cicada’s wings, was then placed right in its sight, resulting in the agonizing vampire emitting insane, frantic screams.
Bloodshot eyes, intensely shocked, began to roll back.
"Would rather scream than talk? I didn’t expect such a tough character among vampires; I like you even more now."
Frank’s hands were terribly stable, continually cutting out the vampire’s flesh.
This incredibly bloody scene not only drove the vampire under torture to the edge of breakdown, but also nearly drove the five others nearby insane.
Frank’s hands didn’t stop, every strip of ten pieces of flesh, he would ask if they were willing to talk.
And at this mont, what the six vampires thought was, dammit! At least ask! How else would they know what to say?!
On Frank’s cold, emotionless face, clearly he intentionally didn’t ask, wanting to break down the vampires’ ntal defenses.
The fact was as expected, vampire flesh is strong, several tis stronger than ordinary humans, yet they too have the senses of fear, pain, and dread.
Under Frank’s executioner-like torture, the victim couldn’t even hold out for ten minutes before wailing to admit everything.
Without Frank’s prompting, they began to spill everything, detailing all kinds of vampire information.
The subsequent work naturally beca much lighter.
One by one dragged into the office, each was interrogated, and the obtained intelligence handed to the AI assistant for summarization.
Checking the confessions of these vampires, whether there were inconsistencies.
Thankfully, these six vampires, as managers of this cellar, also counted as middle-level managent within the vampire hierarchy.
Thus, accustod to a pampered life, after suffering Frank’s terrifying torture, each was desperate to divulge everything they knew.
No one wishes to endure such horrifying tornt.
These six vampires, on the whole, provided Mo Qingchen’s team with accounts totaling over ten million US Dollars, plus eight properties and one small company’s assets.
The account funds were directly and securely transferred by the AI assistant.
The properties and small company assets needed offline handling, and once organized by the AI assistant, were sent directly to Winston for transfer.
At the sa ti, they figured out the intelligence transmission system the vampires used.
Through this system, besides the higher-level vampires, a ssage was sent to all the vampires in New York City and surrounding towns, announcing that there would be a grand opening of the cellar in the next three days, with fresh blood wine sold at huge discounts.
Carter beca busy for this reason.
The bar door kicked down by Tom was repaired, and the bar began to appear ready for reopening.
For this, through the AI assistant’s contact, Winston dispatched a team of thirteen assassins.
This group, Winston’s elite squad, accompanied by a simulated device created by Grey Wolf.
This thirteen-mber assassin squad emitted a vampire aura.
At least Tier Four and below vampires couldn’t detect abnormalities and regarded them as fellow vampires.
The purpose of these people was to work at the bar, guiding vampires who ca to buy blood wine into the cellar.
As for inside the cellar, naturally, waiting were Tom and Jerry.
One cat, one mouse, dressed in trench coats, wearing sunglasses, with cigars in their mouths, holding silver AK47s, specially modified with silencers!
Fully ard, they awaited behind the door, ready to ambush any vampire who entered!
After the ssage was sent, starting from early the next day, vampires steadily stread into the bar.
The blood wine produced by the cellar was an extrely powerful temptation to these low-to-mid-tier vampires.
For consuming fresh blood allowed them to increase their power faster.
Especially human blood, which enhanced their strength the quickest.
That’s also why vampires created cellars, gathering so many beautiful won, raising them as Blood Slaves.
As more vampires arrived at the bar, a line started forming in front of the cellar’s door.
One by one, vampires orderly entered the cellar.
Every ti one entered, the outer cellar door would be shut.
anwhile, Tom and Jerry, hiding behind the door, would reveal a wicked grin and pull the trigger on the vampires facing away from them.
These two little guys did justice to their rule-breaking talents; the AK47, in their hands, even when pulling the trigger to the limit, besides a long spark burst, made barely any sound.
It seed as if the entire interior of the cellar was equipped with silencers.
Plus, with Grey Wolf’s soundproofing barrier created via black magic, no noise whatsoever transmitted out of the cellar.
Therefore, each vampire entering the cellar, when their backs were riddled with bullets, scread in agony, there was no detection of it outside the cellar door.
Frantically harvesting vampire lives, Tom and Jerry’s experience points began soaring.
Their Levels continuously shot up, quickly reaching LV19, starting to accumulate experience, aiming for Tier Two Level 20.
Inside the underground bar, the vampires weren’t the least suspicious.
To them, this bar was extrely safe, established for vampires to gather, and had been around for quite so ti, never having any issue before.
Thus, the vampires there began to party wildly.
While securing purchase number tickets, they queued, waiting for the DJ to call their number, then would head into the cellar to buy blood wine.
As for why they never saw the vampires who purchased blood wine from the cellar return to the bar for more fun.
These vampires didn’t think too much, because there was another route leading outside from the cellar.
At this mont, Mo Qingchen, accompanied by Grey Wolf, was in the cellar looking at those won being kept as Blood Slaves, trapped in wine barrels.
"Boss, these won’s spirits are already completely unstable, even if rescued, they would have significant problems."
Looking at the won trapped in barrels, all of them were in a dazed state.
Vampires had specially prepared a potion, injected into them periodically.
Once injected with this potion, one would fall into a coma lasting up to seven days.
According to those six vampires, the last injection was two days ago.
So Mo Qingchen called Grey Wolf over, wanting him to study the potion, to develop an antidote serum.
Of course, Mo Qingchen wasn’t in a rush, at least for the next three days, they wanted to lure all the incoming vampires to eliminate them, and then only deal with the won in barrels afterward.
Anyway, they’ve been in barrels for such a long ti, what harm is a few more days?
"Grey Wolf, couldn’t you co up with a potion to soothe the mind?"
In Mo Qingchen’s view, Grey Wolf is all-capable!
Therefore, relentlessly squeezing him, ideally, for dozens of tis daily to death!
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