It's too dangerous

"Get to the point." Abby interrupted impatiently.

"That is a dog," Hank scratched his head, suppressing a smile.

"Preliminary judgment suggests that it could be a medium-sized breed of dog, such as a Samoyed or similar."

"What the hell?"

Abby's face immediately turned dark, and his delicate and serene countenance twitched slightly. Damn it! He actually made a mistake in such a crucial area of expertise.

Hank instantly felt the atmosphere calm down and hurriedly went to start the car. In this situation, he could only pray in his heart: hoping that Abby wouldn't vent her negative emotions on him.

Also, this time don't bring back a bunch of chicken feathers and just let him take them for testing. He really doesn't want to be laughed at by his colleagues in the technical department!

.....

At this moment, in the eastern suburbs of Star City, there is an abandoned oil pipeline field. Standing in the empty yard is a vampire hunter wearing a black windbreaker.

He is not very old, probably around twenty years old. He is wearing a windbreaker with a large hat that covers his face. Only visible at the edge of the hat are two cherry-red and moist lips.

Additionally, it can be vaguely seen that he is likely a mixed-race individual. He reached behind his waist and pulled out a handgun, leisurely loading silver bullets into the gun. Then, he lifted his head towards the direction of the abandoned brick house, with a smile as if watching a show, and said, "Carlos, you've been running for so long, why not surrender?"

In the brick house, there was no response. The weak and pale-faced boy leaned against the corner of the wall, tightly covering his mouth with his hand. He suppressed any trace of a vampire's aura.

His name is Carlos. He was awakened from his sleep by members of the vampire clan six months ago and has been trapped and tortured by those traitors day and night. Forced into a corner, he ventured into the human world at great risk, all in search of that woman from thousand years ago.

However, it seems that his luck has been a bit unfortunate. Because the deranged vampire hunter outside has been chasing him for a whole month.

"Carlos, how about we play a game? I'll shoot at you ten times, and if you can dodge them all, I'll let you go this time." In the courtyard, the footsteps of the vampire hunter were gradually approaching the brick house, getting closer with each step.

Suddenly, drip, drip, drip!

The hunter's phone rang, and it was a mass message with the instruction: "Stew chicken tonight."

"Great, chicken stew at this time? Just arrived back in the country and already receiving a big gift from you, how can I not go."

The vampire hunter glanced at the instructions, took his phone and turned to walk towards the factory. As he walked, he holstered his gun behind his waist and casually brushed off his black hat, revealing a vibrant orange short hair that shone brightly.

Under the warm afternoon sunlight, the gentle rays weave through the orange short hair, refracting strands of golden light. The hunter sighs deeply, burying in his youth memories that hold indescribable stubbornness and sadness.

Although young and inexperienced, he always leaves a lasting impression! His name is Frank, and he is nineteen years old. At the age of thirteen, he left his hometown alone and went abroad for further studies.

Now, returning with his education complete, he has become a seasoned vampire hunter with an impressive record of achievements on his resume.

"Carlos, I'll let you go today, we'll see each other again next time." Frank stood in the yard, with his back turned, waved his hand behind him and left arrogantly.

Inside the brick house, the weak boy tightly closed his lips and crawled to the glass window. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Frank had really left.

But... how strange! How can this be such a coincidence?

Just now, the strong and pure blood clan aura that erupted in the air was familiar. Could it be Helen?

Carlos couldn't help but speculate, did Helen sense his presence and come to his rescue? Of course, he hoped so. It had been over a thousand years since he last saw Helen after falling into slumber.

.....

Three points.

in the Valley Wild Chicken Farm. Inside the control room, two humans have been knocked out by Camila and dragged into the feed room, where they were locked up. All twelve cameras have also been damaged and erased work records from the past half month.

The little chickens seemed to be very scared, raising their heads and starting to chirp anxiously as they walked back and forth. Camila stood in front of the chicken coop, carefully observing for a while, feeling somewhat hesitant.

She dared not try it easily: "Do you really dare to drink it? I heard that the chickens raised by humans are not very safe."

Helen's face turned dark. It takes a lot of courage. She has also drunk animal blood, but it was always from tigers, leopards, wolves and the like; she has never drunk chicken blood.

Since the injury, she has not had fresh warm blood and does not know what chicken blood tastes like.

Camilla grabbed Helen's arm and said faithfully, "Carlos should be safe by now. Let's retreat quickly!"

"No." Helen refused.

Camilla was extremely helpless: "Don't forget, your vampire bloodline not only attracts vampire hunters but also other vampires. Even if you want to exchange your head for two billion dollars, you can't let others snatch it!"

"I understand. Don't worry, when I feel like dying, I will definitely hand over this honorable task to you." As soon as Helen finished speaking, she was about to rush into the chicken coop again.

Camilla grabbed Helen again and pulled her back forcefully, saying, "Why are you still running inside? We should be running outside!"

At this moment, Helen had already returned to her normal appearance and said, "What are you stopping me from doing? I just want to catch two chickens and make chicken soup for Dennis. Even if he gets poisoned, it's his problem, what does it have to do with me?"

"Do you really think so? I don't believe it. Once everyone is here, we won't be able to leave." Camila said without hesitation, dragging Helen towards the entrance of the chicken farm.

Helen and Camilla had just left the chicken farm when they encountered four individuals.

"Dear Queen, where are you going?" Four dark figures floated from afar outside the gate, bringing traces of dust along the shady path, filled with a mysterious aura.

They were wrapped in black cloaks and appeared before the two silently, landing without a sound. They were the newly chosen four war gods of the blood clan: Brandon, Garrick, Eric, and Grant.

The person speaking is Brandon. Under the black cloak, his elderly face is pale as paper, devoid of any color. His deep voice is hoarse and muffled, as if his vocal cords were bound, eerie and terrifying, exuding an ancient darkness.

Camilla used her hand to protect Helen, and instantly a cold fighting spirit erupted from her body. She looked alert and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Brandon placed his hands on his chest, slightly bowed, and respectfully said, "We need to bring the esteemed vampire queen back home. The human world is simply too dangerous."