Although it is just a small town, in such a capital-rich country, there has never been a parking lot outside township high schools.

The school bell rang in the quiet campus, as if it had predicted the beginning of some stories. A few raindrops fell scattered in the sky, adding a little moisture to this already dim town. James, like a diligent and loyal servant, took out an umbrella from the car and held it high, blocking the raindrops from the noble person in his heart, even if that person didn't need the umbrella to cover it.

Feeling the gloomy vision above his head, Dismusk waved his hand and took off the umbrella raised above his head. For the four people who were already prominent, there were two guards behind him, and there was a person holding an umbrella next to him. The guy holding the umbrella was actually wearing a suit and sunglasses. He didn't look like a scheming person at first glance. With this special treatment, he didn't want to be a special existence in this small town, or cause some unnecessary misunderstandings, and go to the police hall to have coffee to quench his thirst.

James put the umbrella aside with a sensation. Since he became a vampire, he found that his sense of touch has become much stronger, so it also added a lot of trouble. At some point, he realized that the godfather felt that he was so slight distant to him, unable to explain it clearly, and even more so. He guessed that the godfather might not like himself who became a vampire, but he never regretted the reality at this moment. Without the extension of the vampire's lifespan, he had long become a pile of bones, let alone guarding the godfather, even if that man never needed the guard around him.

James adjusted his mood and said to the crowd who went to school on campus, "My godfather, look, the girl in brown clothes next to the orange vintage truck over there, her name is Isabella Swan, and she is the daughter of Sheriff Swan in the town."

"Why are she mentioned?" Dismusk's eyes focused on the girl in brown top, a breath that seemed to be indifferent and lingered on the girl's surface. If he hadn't focused his attention on the girl, Dismus would have been sure to ignore it, but this special breath successfully attracted his attention.

The "food" has a long scent, which will certainly attract many poachers.

"Because there is a vampire pursuing her, maybe in the near future, we can see a vampire bride in the auditorium, but in my eyes, she is such a unique snack." James subconsciously licked his lips.

"Don't hit her attention." Dismusk shook his head.

James thought the godfather had fallen in love with the brown-haired girl, but in the godfather's eyes he did not see the desire for love. He nodded and continued, "Godfather, the Vampire Karen family is surrounded by the Volvo car over there, the little white face on the left is Edward Karen, and the elf girl on the right is Alice and Jasper, who are the prey we are following."

"Did they find you?" Dismusk asked.

James shook his head and said, "Unless we appear on the initiative, we must know how amateurs can be compared with professionals."

Just as James looked disdainful, a strange sound suddenly came from not far behind him.

"Hiss..." It was like a rubber solid rubbing against the ground continuously. Then several scenes flashed, and a burst of screams arose. A black car rubbed against the surface of the rain patio and rushed sideways towards the girl in the brown top.

James was stunned at first, then woke up instantly. When his body moved, he was about to move forward, but his body had not yet activated, and a powerful arm blocked in front of him.

Under the drizzle curtain, white shadows flashed and disappeared into the trajectory of the side-sliding black car.

With a crisp sound of "Bang...", the black car hit the girl's orange pickup truck, and the car body vibrated twice and stopped moving.

"The amateur consciousness and speed seem to be faster than professionals." Dismusk retracted his arm, looked at the hero's scene of saving the beauty, and said with his eyes shining.

James smiled embarrassedly and said, "The information about the "new variety" cannot be counted in one day. Otherwise, we will catch one to study it."

Dismusk smiled and said nothing, but just looked at the white figure who rescued the girl gradually distanced, and his right hand couldn't help but stretched out. There was a faint light blue airflow in the thin crack between his fingers at some point.

"Tsk..." As if a needle was stabbed, Dismusk suddenly frowned, his eyes instantly condensed, and his face was stunned. What was that? A blood-red cross or a sharp blade that was unsheathed.

The red stripes outline a beautiful pattern on the back of the hand, as if they were imprinted by flames, or like bright red liquid dripping. What is important is that it suddenly appeared on the back of the hand without any warning. Dismusk was a little scared. What kind of power is this? Is the gift of the gods? There is no sign of precaution or defense.

After a brief shock, Dismusk, who calmed down, suddenly discovered that the rune-like engraving was somewhat familiar.

"Is this the holy mark of the "precursor" granted before the war?!

James, who was standing by, found that the godfather was going to do it himself. In a moment, the man in front of him put down his movements and narrated it as if he was talking to himself. Even with this zero-distance contact, James did not hear what the godfather said. He spoke and asked, "Is there any problem, Godfather."

"Nothing..." Dismusk, who came to his senses, shook his head, turned his head and said to James, "Don't move them for now, keep a distance."

James was stunned. It was obvious that the godfather had already taken action just now, but for some reason, he chose to give up halfway. For a moment, James nodded and said, "Okay, godfather."

"Okay, you guys keep going." Dismusk opened the door as he came, and the red Ferrari's engine made a deafening roar, and a volatilized white smoke rose, and the car disappeared from the three of them like red lightning.

"The godfather seems not very concerned about that "little snack." As the red car went away, the woman named Victoria behind James wrapped around James like a snake.

"What, do you want to eat?" James looked at the Red Car that disappeared from his sight and licked his lips.

"James, it's better not to hit that girl!" A man with black red eyes behind him reminded.

The dark sky ruled the earth until the familiar red sun rose again in the sky, and a bright red sports car whizzed unscrupulously on the streets of Raccoon City.

The red car stopped at the theme building of the Umbrella Company. Dismusk hurried out of the car and walked towards the building with big strides. The guards from the surrounding realm were suitable for passing by the man, and bowed down and nodded slightly to salute.

"Amelia! Is there any news about Alice Phil in Japan?" When he arrived at the door of the office, Dismusk heard in as soon as he pushed the door and shouted.

No one answered him. On the crystal glass picture behind the desk, a slender figure stood tall, with green hair shawls straps and long legs wrapped in black tight pants standing gracefully. Under the morning light, the hair looked crystal clear and green. In the reflection of the glossy surface of the glass, the light and familiar figure blurred whose vision.

"Sharna?!"
Chapter completed!