Luke shared his conjecture with Susan.

Susan quickly realized the gravity of the situation, the existence of Holy Blood could potentially lead to the mass production of vampire killers.

It was too dangerous.

Susan called everyone together to discuss the operation to capture Darcy.

Jenny said, "Since yesterday afternoon, Raymond and I have been investigating Darcy's whereabouts.

We checked all the official records, his phone is unreachable, and the house has already been rented to someone else.

It's difficult to find Darcy through official channels; he's probably intentionally avoiding the police."

Susan asked, "Does anyone else have any ideas?"

The deputy team leader suggested, "Since it involves singular items, we could contact Anti-Gang and Narcotics division, they might know more about Darcy's situation."

"I will communicate with them," Susan glanced at the others, "but we can't just rely on them."

Luke chuckled, "I think we can let Marcus have a try, maybe he can do it."

...

At nine in the evening, Dracula Bar.

The bar owner, Robbin Doug, had been captured, but the bar had more than one shareholder, and the business had to continue. After a few days of suspension for reorganization, it reopened for business.

The incident of a vampire biting someone at Dracula Bar gradually spread and, paradoxically, the number of patrons increased.

In the dim bar, one could see people in various exotic costumes, many of whom had come from far away out of curiosity, hoping to see if vampires were real.

The bar was also playing the rock songs of the 'Vampire Queen' Angela.

"When I wander around the corner of your house...

hoping my pale complexion won't betray my disguise...

Would you forsake the human race tonight?

Our resolute love will last forever...

When fresh blood fills the soul...

You!

will become my first embrace."

The death of Vampire Queen Angela, bitten by a vampire, also gradually spread, and many people took a keen interest in it.

A vampire craze had started to stir within a small circle.

Seizing the moment, Jinmu decisively launched a new album which, in just one day, saw its sales volume become overwhelming, and many specialty stores sold out.

Of course, this didn't mean Angela's album could compete with top-tier singers in terms of sales.

It was more due to a lack of preparation and limited stock.

In the bar, a black man wearing a scarlet cloak and red lipstick danced wildly on the dance floor.

From time to time, he would open his wide mouth to show his fangs and arch his back while smacking his own behind, drawing the attention and cheers of many.

A few female 'vampires' joined him for the dance.

The atmosphere was quickly energized.

By the end of the song, the man had become one of the wildest guys in the bar.

He walked over to the bar, ordered a whiskey, downed it in one go, tilted his head back, bared his fangs, and his face revealed a look of enjoyment.

It was then that a man wearing a half-mask approached him, "Hey, buddy, nice moves."

The black man bared his fangs, "Who let you sit here? I'm not interested in men."

The masked man asked, "Then what are you interested in?"

"Liquor!

Women!

Blood!" The black man hissed through his fangs, with a hint of madness.

"Perfect, I've got just what you need." The masked man pulled a packet of blood plasma from his pocket. "Want to give it a try? Drink this and you'll be a true vampire."

The black man swallowed hard, his face showing anticipation, "Is it real blood?"

"Of course."

"How much?"

"One hundred US dollars."

The black man scorned, "You think I've never had blood plasma? A tiny pack like this and you dare to ask for one hundred dollars, you're the real 'vampire'."

"Buddy, this isn't ordinary plasma, it contains the 'Holy Blood' of vampires. If you drink this plasma infused with Holy Blood, you'll become a real vampire," the masked man insisted.

"I already am."

"No, without having had Holy Blood, you're not a real vampire at all.

You're a first-time buyer, I can give you a 50 percent discount. Believe me, you'll fall in love with this magical blood. It will make you stronger and endow you with the powers of a true vampire."

The black man seemed tempted, pulling out a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket.

The masked man handed over the plasma to the black man and took the fifty dollars, "Buddy, you won't regret this."

"But you will."

At that moment, a youth with black hair approached, pointing a gun at his back, "LAPD, you're under arrest."

The man in the mask was startled, "Ha, stop joking, man, you almost scared me there."

Luke said sternly, "My gun doesn't joke."

"Hey man, there's no need for this, I'm just a plasma seller, if you're not happy, I can leave right now."

"Cut the crap. Are there any more of your accomplices in the bar?"

"No."

Luke opened his backpack and found more plasma, "Is all of this Holy Blood?"

"Yes, you can have it all if you want, just let me go," the masked man's voice was a little panicked.

"We'll take the plasma, but you're coming with us." Luke removed the mask from the man of Mexican descent and handed it to the little black guy nearby.

Surprised, the plasma seller looked at the little black man, "You're a cop too."

Little black donned the mask, with a somewhat smug smile, "Isn't my acting great?"

Luke chuckled, "You don't need to act, just be yourself."

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