Chapter 26: Unusual Calmness
"Are you really determined to do this, Deacon?" Deacon Firth's top confidant, Quinn, was standing in Deacon's office, asking Deacon in an uneasy tone.
"Yes Quinn, it will take another week for the food from the Middle East to arrive in the United States. But today is a holiday, and the farms in Lanka have been destroyed." Deacon said, leaning back in his office chair, resting his chin on one hand.
"The low-priced plasma supply in New York City has been cut off for a week. The Elders Council has no intention of spending money to subsidize ordinary vampires who are short of funds."
"The human government's blood bank has raised prices again. Because the supply and demand relationship is becoming increasingly tight, the price of a pack of refrigerated plasma has risen to $235."
"Many people have been starving for a week. Vampires who are weak due to lack of food are no match for ordinary humans."
"Quinn, you know what? After this incident in Lanka, I finally understand what kind of disgusting purebloods like Tianus are."
"They don't care about half-blood vampires like us. Although we are nominally part of the empire, we are always exploited by the pure-bloods."
Deacon leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.
This is exactly the dilemma he faces. In the past hundred years, Deacon has become the leader of the half-blood vampires. The blood slaves and half-blood vampires follow his lead.
Purebloods control a lot of resources, and half-bloods generally work for purebloods. Compared to the wealth accumulated by purebloods, half-bloods are much more miserable.
In fact, vampires are considered to be relatively wealthy. Even mixed-blood vampires of ordinary descent are relatively wealthy compared to ordinary people.
But don't forget that food for vampires is very expensive.
Taking in 100 CC of plasma in three days is the minimum requirement, otherwise the vampire will fall into a deep sleep due to lack of energy.
If you want to ensure that the vampire has a strong vitality, 200CC units of plasma per day are necessary.
In this case, if a vampire normally purchases plasma from a human blood bank, the monthly expenses will not be less than twelve thousand US dollars.
And this was the price before the price of plasma went up. Because the blood farm in Lanka was destroyed, the low-priced plasma in New York City was out of stock instantly. As a result, many vampires could only buy the high-priced government plasma.
Based on the profit-seeking nature of the capital market, the department responsible for selling plasma raised the price of plasma.
For wealthy pure-bloods, or half-blood vampires who have lived a long time and accumulated considerable wealth, the expense of more than ten thousand dollars a month is not that much.
But don't forget that there are still many newly converted vampires in this world, especially the large number of blood slaves under Deacon, who have only been converted for ten years.
They don't have that much money, and now there are only two choices in front of them: either starve and watch their power drain away and fall into a deep sleep, or attack humans, which not only solves the food problem but also allows them to make some money.
As Deacon right-hand man, Quinn is well aware of Deacon's current predicament.
No matter which path he chooses, it will be a huge risk for Deacon, the leader of the hybrid vampires.
The Council of Elders clearly intended to use the Lanka incident to restrain Deacon, whose influence was growing, and even took the opportunity to eliminate some half-blood vampires.
Don't these old guys understand who is supporting this crumbling empire?
Quinn's sharp claws pierced his palm, causing him to bleed, but he did not feel any pain, because his heart was in more pain.
"This rotten system needs to be reformed." Deacon stood up and looked at the lights of the city. "Change requires blood and sacrifice, and someone needs to die for a glorious cause."
"You're right, Deacon. We shouldn't keep silent any longer. I really hope I can see you succeed one day. A new age for vampires." Quinn smiled and said, "Maybe I should go, brother."
"Goodbye my brother." Deacon murmured as he watched Quinn leave the office and gradually go away.
It wasn't until Quinn walked away that Deacon punched the desk hard, breaking the sturdy oak desk into two pieces.
"Director, I don't think it's a good idea for us to move this thing out." Agent Hill was standing in the underground garage of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building outside New York, talking to Nick Fury who was standing beside her.
"Especially since it's not our people who are escorting them." Looking at the SWAT members in special service uniforms, Hill lowered his voice and spoke.
"Agent Hill, this is the decision of the Security Group Board. They think it's safer for them to keep it." Nick watched two SHIELD agents carry a password box and load it onto SWAT's special vehicle.
Then he strode out of the underground garage.
"Do you really think SWAT can complete this mission?" Agent Hill asked Nick Fury.
"Maybe. Anyway, this matter is none of our business now." Nick Fury said indifferently.
"When did you become so indifferent to these things?" Hill said with some confusion.
"When there's no need to care." A meaningless smile appeared at the corner of Nick's mouth.
In the dark night, a classic 1975 Ford GT Mustang is roaming the streets of New York. The driver is Blade Runner, who is patrolling the streets of New York.
As a warrior who has fought against vampires for many years, he knew very well what day it was.
There is always some trouble on this day every year, but the previous troubles were just minor ones and did not cause any major conflicts.
But after arriving in New York, especially after seeing the video on the Night Stalker Alliance website, Blade smelled an unusual scent of danger.
This unusual feeling made him tense. "Whist, did you find anything?" He picked up the intercom in the car and contacted his partner.
"Not yet, Blade, maybe you need to move around more often. New York is as quiet today as a clear pond without fish." Whist told Blade through the walkie-talkie that there was nothing special going on at the moment.
Blade touched his short hair and the back of his neck in confusion.
The same doubts occurred to Jason and four others.
"There was a car accident on Sixth Street in Queens, and the nearby police officers..." "There was a burglary in the Seventh Block, and the person who called the police..." "Someone in the Thirteenth Block complained about the noise made by the neighbors, and the police officers on patrol nearby..."
Jason and his team used headphones to monitor the police and government radio stations, but found nothing. There were no suspicious calls that could be linked to the vampire attack.
"Spider-Man, have you found anything?" Jason contacted Peter through the headset.
"No, unless I just caught two petty car thieves on the roadside." Peter's voice also revealed a sense of disbelief. "Are all the vampires on holiday today? Or have they found a place to hide and have a meal together?"
"Don't let your guard down. The calmer the water surface, the more turbulent the undercurrent underground." Frank's voice interrupted the conversation.
"I think we should probably expand our patrol circle. This silence gives me a bad feeling." There was a hint of worry in Damon's tone.
What on earth were these vampires up to? Jason was having a real headache.
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