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Chapter 165: Movement in the South

"You're late."

On the street at night, a man over six feet tall, with a strong physique and well-defined muscles stood there, like a sculpture in the dark night. Combined with his deep skin color, he seemed miraculously invisible in this dim environment.

However, his "invisibility" did not have much effect on Hawkeye, who had keen insight, and Hawkeye found him without much effort.

"Sorry, Eric, I needed to talk to the director in detail, so it took some time."

Hawkeye's voice had a hint of apology in it.

In response to Hawkeye's explanation, the man turned his head, revealing his chiseled face. What was particularly striking were the several carefully designed scars on his face, which made it even more impressive.

"Does your director have any important instructions for you? I just hope this won't affect our cooperation. You know, I don't like being told what to do."

Hawkeye nodded and said, "The Director did give me some new mission information, but it all serves our common goal."

"That's all? That's the best. I don't want our actions to be restricted by those bureaucrats. You know, I like to do things my own way."

"Of course I know, I won't make it difficult for you."

Hawkeye patted Eric's shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"Also, I believe you will be very interested in the information about this mission. It is not only related to our goal, but also involves some clues that you and I have been wanting to track down."

"Oh? Tell me, what kind of clue is it?"

Eric's eyes lit up slightly. He was somewhat interested in the clues from Hawkeye, but he didn't hold out too high expectations.

"It's about the vampires' lair."

Eric's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard this, and the scars on his face seemed to come alive, revealing his inner excitement and urgency.

“The lair of vampires… If this is true, then we must not miss this opportunity. Their existence has caused this city to be shrouded in the shadow of fear for too long.

If they can be wiped out in one fell swoop, where are they?"

"South," Hawkeye said in a deep voice, his eyes piercing through the night, as if he had already seen the land shrouded in darkness, "Intelligence shows that the vampire's lair is hidden in a city in the south."

"Which city exactly? Their lair must have a clear location, right?"

"The specific location is still being confirmed," Hawkeye frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with the lack of information, "but the source of the information is reliable. It should be said that they have more than one nest. You should ask which city in the south doesn't have their nest."

Eric's face became more serious when he heard this. He narrowed his eyes and seemed to be calculating something in his mind. "There is more than one lair... This is much more complicated than we expected. If the vampires have established bases in multiple cities in the south, then we need a more comprehensive plan."

"Indeed," Hawkeye nodded in agreement, "The director is also aware of this, so he specifically told us to be cautious. We can't act rashly, we must ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"So, do you have any ideas?" Eric looked at Hawkeye with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"There is a city that the director suggested we could go to for practice."

The night in New Orleans is like a mysterious veiled woman, ancient yet full of temptation. Every street exudes a unique charm, especially the bars hidden behind the bustling city, which are an indispensable part of the night.

On a night like this, Jack decided to temporarily put aside the busyness and worries of the day and step into this carnival land of the night.

Jack was wearing a slightly old but neat denim jacket with a dark T-shirt underneath, tight jeans and a pair of shiny leather boots. This outfit made him stand out in the crowd, yet gave him a somewhat unruly air.

He strolled through the cobblestone alleys, lined with various small shops and bars with flashing neon lights.

Finally, he stopped in front of a bar called "Blues Night". The appearance of this bar is not ostentatious, and the wooden door panels are carved with complicated patterns, which looks particularly simple under the dim light. When he opened the door, a mixture of tobacco, whiskey and light jazz music rushed to his face, instantly surrounding him.

The interior decoration of the bar is simple and stylish. Under the dim light, the bartender behind the bar is concentrating on shaking the cocktail shaker in his hand, making a crisp and pleasant sound. Jack found a seat by the window and ordered a classic "Old Fashioned Cocktail", which is his must-order every time he comes here.

As the first sip of wine slid down his throat, Jack began to enjoy this rare peace and relaxation.

He looked around. The people in the bar were of different appearances. Some were drinking alone, with a hint of subtle melancholy in their eyes.

Some gathered in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing, sharing stories with each other, while others were immersed in the music, swaying gently to the rhythm.

Not far away, a female singer was sitting on a small stage next to the bar, performing classic blues songs with her slightly hoarse but emotional voice.

Her singing seems to have magic, able to penetrate the noise and touch the softest part of people's hearts.

Jack closed his eyes and let the music and alcohol work together on his senses, temporarily forgetting the chaos in the outside world.

At this moment, a soft and slightly teasing laugh broke the world of music that Jack was immersed in. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a woman in a red tight skirt sitting opposite him. Her long hair was like waves in the night, casually draped over her shoulders, with a charming smile on her face and a curious and teasing light in her eyes.

"Hi, handsome guy, are you enjoying being alone here?" The woman's voice was low and magnetic, as if it could touch the strings in people's hearts.

Jack was slightly stunned, then smiled politely: "It's not that lonely, there is music and wine, and this beautiful night to accompany me."

The woman seemed quite interested in his answer. She leaned forward slightly and got closer to Jack. "It seems that you are a person who knows how to enjoy life. My name is Sarah. Can you tell me your name?"

"Jack," he answered briefly, but he couldn't help but feel a little curious about this sudden beauty. Sarah's manners were elegant and charming, and she was obviously not an ordinary person.

Sarah smiled gently, as if she could see through Jack's thoughts: "Jack, what a great name. You know? I rarely see someone like you who can appreciate both the blues and the old-fashioned cocktails. You give people a very special feeling."

Jack was a little embarrassed by Sarah's compliment, but he still responded politely: "Thank you for the compliment, Sarah. Everyone has their own favorite things. I just happen to like these."

Sarah seemed not satisfied with this kind of conversation. She suddenly suggested, "How about we play a little game, Jack? I'll give you a question. If you can answer it correctly, there will be a special reward. If you answer it wrong, you have to buy me a drink. How about that?"

Jack was infected by Sarah's enthusiasm, and with the effect of alcohol, he nodded: "It sounds interesting, let's get started."

Sarah's eyes flashed with cunning: "Okay, then let me ask you, what do you think is the most unpredictable thing in the world?"

This question made Jack frown slightly. After thinking for a moment, he gave his answer: "The human heart, after all, the human heart is the most difficult to guess." After hearing this, Sarah raised a satisfied smile: "Yes, your answer is in line with my expectations. Then, the reward is whether you want more intimate actions?"

Jack was surprised when he heard this, but then he regained his composure. He didn't expect Sarah's "special reward" to be such a proposal, but he didn't show any disgust or retreat.

Instead, he responded in a gentlemanly yet slightly provocative tone: “Sarah, your proposal is indeed very attractive, but I believe that true intimacy does not come from a momentary impulse, but takes time to cultivate and build slowly.

But if you want, how about we start with a glass of wine and tell each other's stories?"

Sarah's smile did not diminish after Jack's words, but instead became more playful.

She clapped softly, as if she were both surprised and impressed by Jack's answer.

"Your answer is very interesting, Jack. It seems that you are a man of depth. Since you said so, let's follow your way and start with a glass of wine."

She raised her hand to call the waiter and ordered another glass of wine for Jack. This time it was the special drink she recommended. It was deep red in color, like a gem in the dark night, emitting an alluring luster.

Jack took the glass and shook it gently, feeling the silky liquid swirling in it.

As the second glass of wine slowly slid into his throat, a strange warm current began to flow in his body. At first, Jack felt relaxed and happy, as if all his troubles had disappeared with this glass of wine.

However, this pleasure did not last long as a sudden feeling of dizziness suddenly hit him, blurring his vision and making the sounds around him become distant and indistinct.

Jack tried to grab the edge of the table to steady himself, but his hands seemed to have lost their strength and slid down helplessly.

He was shocked to find that he could not control his body. The world in front of him began to spin. Jack tried to suppress the dizziness, but he felt that the environment around him seemed a little different.

The lights in the bar seemed to grow dimmer, and the music became fuzzy and eerie.

He tried hard to stand up, but his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and he couldn't move.

He glanced around and suddenly, some seemingly ordinary customers began to exhibit abnormal behavior.

Their eyes became empty, their skin turned pale, and there was even an inexplicable smile on the corners of their mouths.

Jack's eyes lingered on the customers who behaved abnormally, and an indescribable fear surged in his heart.

He. They are sucking the blood of others!

His eyes fell on Sarah again, and this time she was looking at him with an almost obsessive look, which contained both desire and pride.

Jack suddenly realized that all this was arranged by Sarah, and this "Blues Night" bar was actually a vampire's lair.

Sarah slowly stood up and walked towards Jack. Her steps were light and graceful, but every step seemed to step on Jack's heartstrings, making him feel uneasy and fearful.

"Jack, now, you will be one of us." Sarah's voice was low and seductive, as if it carried some kind of magic that made Jack involuntarily want to obey her orders.

He struggled hard, trying to break free from this invisible bondage.

"No! I will never let you succeed!" Jack roared and tried his best to stand up.

However, the power of the vampire was far beyond his imagination.

Sarah waved her hand lightly, and a powerful force pinned Jack firmly to his seat.

He felt his breathing quicken and his heartbeat speed up.

At this moment, other vampires in the bar also began to make a move.

They approached Jack one after another, greed flashing in their eyes, and Jack knew that he was in a desperate situation.

He looked around, searching for a possible way out.

"Jack, are you scared?"

Sarah's voice was soft and charming, but in this weird atmosphere, it seemed particularly harsh.

Jack tried to keep himself calm and tried to use words to cover up his inner panic: "Sarah, what is going on? These people...what happened to them?"

Sarah smiled slightly, with a smug look on her face: “It seems that you have discovered that, yes, they are all my ‘guests’, and I am their ‘host’.

Here, I can let them experience unprecedented happiness and satisfaction, and all of this comes from the 'gift' I give them."

"Gift?" Jack's voice was filled with confusion and fear.

Sarah nodded slightly, her fingers gently brushing across Jack's cheek, leaving a cold touch: "Yes, a gift. A gift that can keep them young forever and gain endless power.

Of course, this kind of gift is not something that everyone can afford. Only those who truly appreciate life and are willing to give everything for me are qualified to receive it. "

Jack felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, and he understood what Sarah was talking about as a "gift".

It was an evil curse, a curse that turned humans into vampires and plunged them into the abyss of darkness forever!

"No... I can't accept such a gift." Jack struggled to break free from Sarah's control, but his body seemed to be bound by invisible chains and he couldn't move at all.

Sarah didn't seem surprised by Jack's reaction. She sighed softly with a look of regret on her face: "What a pity, Jack, I actually thought you were a special person, and I thought you could be my real partner.

But now it seems that you are just a coward, a coward who dares not face reality and pursue true power."

As Sarah finished her words, the vampires around her began to stir, and at this moment, the door was kicked open.

"Open the door, SHIELD!"

(End of this chapter)