American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 325 Vampire Conspiracy

Constantine.

A rotten person, a deceiver of the devil, a deceiver whose soul is even more despicable than the devil himself.

He has many names and many code names.

However, it is undeniable that his experiences and life lessons have given him a great deal of knowledge and skills.

The fact that this man could fool even the most cunning devil in the world speaks volumes about his strength.

"So, the vampires are now starting to target human society?"

Sitting in the newly moved chair, Constantine crossed his legs in a slick manner, a mocking smile on his lips.

He thought these vampires were absolutely stupid.

Most people might not know this, but Constantine knew that the human world was the battleground between heaven and hell.

And each human soul is a bargaining chip between heaven and hell.

Are the vampires trying to turn all their chips into useless junk?

I'm sorry.

Neither hell nor heaven will spare them.

"So, Constantine, do you have any ideas?"

Clark asked anxiously, his expression serious.

"A solution? Of course there is."

Constantine tapped the table and said, "I know an ancient spell that can be used to detect all vampires in an area, but the range is only about the size of a small town."

"And most importantly, we don't have that many magicians."

"That's not necessarily true," Gino interrupted Constantine, his expression playful. "Remember those magicians we met during the Witch's Hour?"

Constantine's eyes lit up when he heard Gino's words.

"You mean?"

"That's right."

Gino slowly revealed his plan: "These people are more than capable of supporting us in finding the hidden vampires in every city."

"Brilliant!"

Upon hearing the boy's plan, Constantine couldn't help but applaud, but soon a look of hesitation appeared on his face: "But..."

"I obtained this magic with great difficulty, and it went through many twists and turns."

Constantine talked on and on, but his words conveyed the same message: you can use my magic, but you'll have to pay more.

"Money is not a problem; here is a check for five hundred thousand US dollars."

Knowing it was time for him to make a move,

Batman pulled a check from his belt, slapped it on the table, and tossed it lightly in front of Constantine.

"As expected of Batman!"

Constantine's hesitation vanished instantly. He grinned, took the check, stuffed it into his pocket, and patted his chest, saying, "Don't worry, I'll definitely have no problem!"

"Don't worry, our operation will definitely go smoothly!"

A dark, damp underground hall.

Musicians, dressed in medieval wigs and skirts and with their faces painted white, closed their eyes and played their instruments with rapture.

At a long table, a young man with effeminate features examined his fingernails while casually answering questions from several elderly men across the table whose skin wrinkles almost reached the ground.

"Politicians, bureaucrats, police."

"These high-ranking and powerful positions are all in our hands."

A mocking smile flashed across the young man's handsome face: "Even the owner of that white house in America expressed his desire for immortality."

He spread his hands, a smile playing on his lips: "They're all our people, how could we possibly lose?"

"but."

The vampire elders sitting at the other end of the chair had solemn expressions.

"What should we do about the Justice League?"

"That Gino Luther is not someone an ordinary person can defeat."

"Gino, Gino!"

Barney clenched his fist in frustration and slammed it on the table. He glared at the crowd and demanded, "Why are you all afraid of that human?"

"Just because he's powerful?"

"But have you ever considered that sometimes defeating the enemy doesn't require force, but brains!"

He reached out and tapped his temple, his dazzling golden eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

The vampire elder trembled, his eyes filled with fear of the Justice League.

People's experience grows over time, and for these ancient monsters who have lived for countless years, they have never seen the powerful beings on Gino's side, which is why they have been reluctant to invade the human world.

"So what if it's Gino Luther!?"

The young man took a deep breath to calm himself down. He still needed these guys' help to control the vampires, and he couldn't afford to turn against them for the time being.

He merely glanced at the group of vampire elders with some displeasure: "When we assimilate all the humans in the world, does he dare to kill everyone in the world?"

Barney's plan is crazy, but it's definitely a move that will inflict massive damage on the enemy.

The elders exchanged glances. Although they desperately wanted to tell the young man that he might actually be able to do it, the thought of this crazed vampire made them smile wryly. "Barney, do whatever you want. We're too old to dance anymore!"

"That's fine too."

Barney stood up dismissively, turned and walked toward the exit, a cold laugh running through his mind: old-fashioned relics should stay in the garbage dump.

After the man left, the group of elders began to discuss the matter angrily.

"Young people these days have no sense of martial ethics. Is that guy really that rampant?"

"Gino Luthor is no ordinary man, let alone his allies!"

"Barney's actions will drag us into the abyss. If I fail, the vampires will have nowhere to live."

The vampire elders exchanged glances, silently making a decision in their hearts.

"We need to bet on the Justice League to ensure we have a backup plan if Barney fails."

The fence-sitting tactic, betting on both sides, will never go out of style.

"But how do we ensure the Justice League accepts us?"

"Take him a list, a list of vampire members, and detailed information."

A vampire elder chuckled sinisterly, "Perfect, let's hand over all those vampires we don't like to the Justice League to kill."

Yes, using someone else to do your dirty work will never be outdated.

"Great master, I don't understand why you talk so much to those sacrifices."

After Barney walked out of the conference hall, a burly black vampire followed behind the young Barney, gazing at his master's long, light blue hair with adoration.

"Hehe, before a king succeeds, he always has to humbly follow the rules of the game."

He pulled an ancient parchment from his pocket, his eyes fixed on the magic circle written with mysterious symbols on it. The man gently stroked the magic circle and murmured the words on it: "After offering the blood of the vampires, one will become the king of the vampires."

Below that short passage was an image of a young human holding a dagger killing another young man who looked like him.

After hundreds of years of interpretation, Barney has come to understand that this is a sacrificial array. Simply put, it gathers the power of all vampires into one vampire to help him complete the evolution of his race.

"And the evolutionary path beyond the vampire race is that of the Blood Ancestor!"

The young man slowly opened his arms, gazing greedily at the rising sun outside the basement, and said, "I will be crowned king!"

(End of this chapter)