'I have to tell the elders!'
Gitano, who was frantic, hit the hard ground.
Fortunately, the club floor wasn't that high, and he didn't fall to his death.
Otherwise, if a dignified vampire jumped to his death, it would be too ridiculous.
'Run!'
This was the only thought in Gitano's head.
He didn't dare to look back and rushed forward desperately.
He was afraid that the terrible Superman would catch up and blow his head off.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. noticed the Blood Council and our secret plan."
Gitano's obedience to the Blood Council Elders temporarily overshadowed his fear of Superman.
He knew very well that if those great plans to revitalize the Blood Clan were exposed or announced, the Master of the New York Sanctum would definitely launch a new round of cleansing activities for vampires in the whole North American continent.
When the nest was overturned, no egg would be left intact!
Although Gitano had never heard this Eastern saying, he also knew a similar truth.
Therefore, he couldn't betray his clan and spill all the secrets.
"Get out!"
Like a player in Grand Theft Auto, Gitano rushed to the street staggeringly, pushing away an unlucky bastard who had just gotten out of his car, kicking him in the chest.
The original elegant aristocratic temperament and pale handsome face turned into a ferocious look because of the intense pain from his arm.
And bloody clothes, as if being splashed with a bucket of red paint, looked horrifying, making people avoid him.
'The message must be sent. '
Gitano got into the car. He didn't have the keys, so he had to hot wire it.
These days, hotwiring a car was still a simple and basic skill.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The white Ford Thunderbird uttered a low roar and left under people's stunned eyes.
"That's... my car! Asshole!"
The unlucky bastard shouted.
The others watched for a while before continuing their night activities.
"Director, should we follow?"
Nick Fury, who walked out of the club, still remembered the vampire who ran away.
Those high-ranking people, who committed crimes, had been punished as they should.
But the Blood Council member behind them managed to escape, and it looked like they would soon hide in the darkness.
"I deliberately let Gitano go. The first thing the blood-sucking bat would do under the panic is definitely to return to his nest."
Luke wore those [Clark Kent's Glasses] and pretended to be the sunny reporter again.
"Those guys are used to hiding in dark corners. If no one leads the way, looking for them one by one wouldn't be easy."
He stood in the street like nothing happened, looking up at the billboard of the wine club.
Tonight, a total of six business elites, three members of the White House cabinet, and two members of Congress died here, which was bound to cause an uproar in Washington, DC.
"Agent Fury, you are now a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. "
Luke lifted his glasses, smiled, and asked, "So, tell me, are you loyal to the country or to someone, such as the President?"
"I am loyal to the flag and the justice in my heart!"
Fury was stunned for a moment. He thought of those ugly-looking higher-ups in the hall and replied in a firm tone.
"That's good. Then I have other tasks for you."
Luke was very pleased to see the young and passionate Nick Fury.
In the future, the hard-boiled egg Director wouldn't be so sincere.
"Find someone named Howard Stark, and tell him everything that happened here."
Luke ordered.
The situation was very clear. The President secretly manipulated the Blood Council and began to absorb political power.
'The next step... perhaps using a fuse to restart the war?'
Kang the Conqueror liked to use this method to drive others with power and interests and fight endlessly in his boring game of ruling the world.
"Howard Stark ... Yes, Sir!"
Fury silently noted it down, then asked, "What about you, Director?"
"Me? I'm going to end this simple but difficult game."
Luke smiled faintly.
He was 80% sure that Kang was posing as the President.
Otherwise, how could the Blood Council penetrate so quickly into the elite circles in Washington, DC?
" I'd like to know how that guy managed to fool the vampires."
Luke's mouth rose. His tall figure rose from the ground and rushed up into the night sky.
This image of him, if he put on a Superman shirt, could really make a cameo appearance as a small reporter from Metropolis.
...
...
"I have urgent news for the elders of the council!"
Gitano, who lost his right arm, went all the way to a villa in the suburbs.
Generally speaking, vampires didn't like living in the city center.
For them, the environment was too noisy.
"It's Gitano ... he looks like a mess."
The white Ford Thunderbird rushed through the open gates and stopped at the courtyard.
The sharp brakes slid the tires on the ground, and the ear-splitting sound echoed.
"It looks like he's freaking out. Such a pathetic Gitano!"
There were endless voices of discussion. The Blood Council highly valued Gitano because he had connections with White House dignitaries.
The elders praised him many times and thought that he was a descendant worthy of support.
Maybe after a few decades, he could become an elder.
The rapid rise to the top would inevitably lead to jealousy and discontent from many people.
There were a few seats in the council. If someone took one, someone else would lose an opportunity.
"I need to see the elders!"
Gitano pushed open the car door, ignoring the strange looks from others, and broke into the hall where a banquet was being held.
"Which elder?"
Asked the vampire at the door.
"All the elders!"
Gitano spoke angrily, "I will hold a Blood Council meeting. Call all the elders in Washington!"
"That's against the rules. Gitano, you have no right ..."
"Shut up! Do as I say!"
Gitano slammed the vampire against the wall, glared at him with fierce eyes, and spoke word by word, "I need the elders to know that their plan is exposed. They should abort it immediately!"
Before long, the four elders in charge of this area of Washington, D.C., appeared together in the villa.
"Gitano, what can't be said on the phone?"
An elder with blond hair led them. He looked as if he was a 30-year-old middle-aged man.
"This is for the sake of prudence."
Gitano's right arm had been treated and bandaged.
"As far as I know, the East Coast telecommunications carrier business and mobile phone sales are almost entirely monopolized by Skynet. The man behind it is likely to be Luke Cavill, Lieutenant General Superman."
"If we talk over the phone, it's likely to be bugged."
"Elder, I need to tell you that S.H.I.E.L.D. has probably noticed the movement of the Blood Council."
"The White House's Chief of Staff, John Stillman, became the breaching point."
"That terrible Superman broke into Stillman's wine club 40 minutes ago and killed people."
"..."
The four elders who came to the conference room frowned.
Superman had been in the limelight for a long time, and it was said that he had turned the vampire covens in Paris upside down.
Even the patriarch behind those bastards, Alexander Corvinus, failed to stop it.
"Is he in league with vampires?"
A female elder with her charm still intact cursed angrily.
After the vampires in Europe, he wanted to take action against the North American continent, without even resting?
"Maybe we've been making a lot of noise and attracted S.H.I.E.L.D's attention? "
Another elder said in a deep voice.
"The man in the White House has long warned us that overt actions could put S.H.I.E.L.D. on alert."
Gitano listened silently; he wasn't qualified to speak.
As Lieutenant General Superman guessed, the changes from the Blood Council had started not too long ago.
The elders, who had always been conservative, changed their timid style of doing things and infiltrated Congress and the White House on a large scale.
It seemed that he wasn't worried at all, which attracted disgust and warning from the New York Sanctum.
"Lord Dracula has been gone for a long time, and the Blood Race needs a true 'La Magra'!"
The blond elder's eyes flickered, and the reason why he agreed to cooperate with the man in the White House was that the other person held the original essence of La Magra in his hand.
If they could get it and then hold a ceremony, it would be possible for an elder vampire to become an ancestor, equivalent to Lord Dracula.
Becoming a patriarch!
This was a temptation that no vampire could resist!
"Then what should we do now?"
The elder woman asked.
"Can you negotiate with him? Superman is in a high position and should understand the rules of the political game."
"If we surrender part of our interests, such as letting him join a cooperative alliance, we may be able to survive this crisis."
The blond elder hesitated. It sounded good, but who knew if the other party would agree.
That was Superman!
How could a war hero of justice, a selfless beacon of light on the earth, negotiate a deal with a vampire?