193: Chapter 193 Recruiting Vampires and Establishing the Night Watch Guard

The night breeze brushed over the edge of the fountain.

Splashes of water landed on Isabella's dark red vintage dress,

staining the magnificent fabric with a deep, blood-like hue.

This vampire countess, who once held sway over the European underworld,

was now kneeling on one knee in the muddy water, devoid of all dignity.

Her proud head was bowed low,

meekly pressed against the tip of Chen Yuan's leather shoe, which was stained with bits of grass.

Submission.

Absolute, unquestionable submission.

In the face of extreme violence and the hope of seeing the light of day again,

the so-called 300-year noble lineage was utterly fragile.

Chen Yuan looked down at her from above.

He did not speak.

He simply reached out and gently stroked the top of Isabella's cold head,

as if soothing a fierce dog that had just been tamed.

"Very good."

Chen Yuan withdrew his hand, his tone flat and devoid of any fluctuation.

"Call up all those companions of yours outside who are still playing dead."

"Since you've become my dogs, it's time to go see your veterinarian."

Fifteen minutes later.

The core laboratory on the fifth underground floor of Elysium Manor.

As the heavy airtight doors slowly slid open to both sides,

a pungent smell of disinfectant rushed to meet them.

Dozens of vampire assassins, who had been carried in like chicks by the Tyrant Guard,

were all huddling in the corner, trembling.

They looked at the unrecognizable mutant creatures soaking in the giant glass tanks around them,

the fear in their eyes almost overflowing.

This place was ten thousand times more terrifying than a medieval Inquisition!

"Oh! God! Boss, you really understand me!"

A sharp, weird cry broke the dead silence.

Dr. Zola, wearing that lab coat that could never be washed clean,

pounced over like a ghoul that had caught the scent of blood.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on this group of pale vampires,

so excited that even his breathing was trembling.

"Living porphyria mutants!"

"And they are stable genotypes that have been bred for several generations!"

Dr. Zola rushed directly in front of a vampire,

prying his mouth open without ceremony,

even reaching out to touch the two sharp fangs.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this oral structure mutation is truly perfect!"

"The density of this dentin is definitely far superior to ordinary carbon-based organisms!"

The vampire felt his scalp tingle under his gaze.

He wanted to struggle, but was slapped onto the ground by the Tyrant behind him, unable to move.

Chen Yuan walked to the experimental bench, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

"That's enough, Zola, put away that perverted look on your face."

"They are my people now."

Chen Yuan tapped on the stainless steel tabletop,

his eyes becoming deep and dangerous.

"Use the Nano Medical Worm to repair the defects in their genetic chains."

"Cure their problems of fearing light and needing to consume human blood completely."

"I want them to not only be able to walk in the sunlight,"

"but also to be able to absolutely obey any of my commands."

Dr. Zola pushed up the goggles on the bridge of his nose,

patting his chest with a thundering sound.

"Don't worry, Boss!"

"As long as I have the perfect version of the T-Virus data you provided for reference,"

"patching this kind of low-level genetic loophole is as easy as pie!"

"Give me three days."

"I guarantee I will return to you a flawless assassination unit!"

Shrill screams soon echoed throughout the underground laboratory.

It was the painful wailing of genetic chains being forcibly torn and recombined.

But Isabella did not scream.

She gritted her teeth tightly,

allowing those deep blue Nano Medical Worms to be injected into her body through her veins,

crazily devouring those decaying mutant cells.

Three days later.

The closed drill ground on the seventh underground floor.

Blinding tactical searchlights illuminated the entire space as bright as day.

Chen Yuan stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back,

looking at the brand-new team below,

a gleam of extreme satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Fifty vampire assassins stood in perfect unison.

The pale, sickly skin tone on their bodies had completely disappeared,

replaced by a healthy texture full of power.

There was no longer any fear of strong light,

no longer any morbid craving for blood.

Standing at the very front of the team was Isabella.

This once noble and cold countess

had now shed that complicated and cumbersome medieval dress.

She had changed into a set of pure black, tight-fitting optical combat suits newly developed by Umbrella Corporation.

The form-fitting nano-material outlined her breathtaking devilish curves to the fullest,

her long, straight legs clad in alloy tactical boots,

exuding a deadly wild temptation.

"Boss."

Ada Wong walked to Chen Yuan's side, holding a tactical tablet.

Even for this former top assassin of the Dark Web,

looking at the troops below, her eyes also revealed deep wariness.

"The genetic repair was very successful."

"They have retained the vampire's original terrifying agility and self-healing ability, which is fifteen times that of ordinary people."

"At the same time, our nano-stealth technology has been implanted."

"Once the optical camouflage is activated,"

"they are a group of ghosts with no body temperature, no heartbeat, and completely undetectable by thermal imaging radar."

Chen Yuan's mouth curved into a cruel arc.

The Tyrant legion is a heavy hammer used to crush everything in a head-on confrontation,

and this batch of vampires

is a poisoned blade lurking in the shadows, ready to slit the enemy's throat at any time.

Perfect.

This is simply perfect.

Chen Yuan slowly walked down the high platform,

his leather shoes making a crisp echo on the metal grid floor.

Hearing his footsteps,

fifty vampire assassins knelt on one knee at the same time,

their movements uniform,

without the slightest hesitation.

Isabella looked up at Chen Yuan, who had walked in front of her.

In those once cold and scarlet eyes,

now there was only fanatical worship and absolute submission.

"Master."

Her voice trembled slightly due to extreme excitement,

a kind of ecstasy after being reborn.

"Thank you for granting us true life and power."

"From now on, we are your sharpest knives lurking in the night."

"Wherever you point, we will tear apart all obstacles for you!"

Chen Yuan looked down at her,

reaching out his finger to lift Isabella's delicate chin,

a trace of arrogance unique to an overlord flashing in his eyes.

"Remember your words today."

"From now on, there is no more vampire clan in the world."

"Your codename is 'Night Guard'."

"Yes."

Isabella pressed her cheek against the back of Chen Yuan's hand without hesitation,

like a gentle but deadly black cat.

Chen Yuan withdrew his hand,

turned, and walked towards the control room,

every step he took carrying a composure of ruling the world.

"Red Queen, pull up the global holographic strategic map."

"Command confirmed, Boss."

Deep blue laser beams instantly intertwined in the center of the empty command hall,

a huge holographic projection of the globe slowly rotating and appearing.

Chen Yuan walked to the holographic projection,

looking at this azure planet,

his eyes so deep that they seemed to swallow all the light.

The political and business circles of America had already been firmly grasped in his hands through power and interest.

The Chen Family and Japanese financial conglomerates in Asia

were collapsing under the secret liquidation of Director Zhao and him.

Now,

on this great chessboard of global games,

there was only one piece of the oldest and most fertile cake left.

Chen Yuan slowly extended his slender index finger,

his fingertip tapping lightly on the map of the North American continent,

then tracing it all the way east along the deep blue Atlantic Ocean.

His movements were very slow,

as if measuring the vastness and fragility of this world with his fingertips.

Finally,

his finger crossed the English Channel

and stopped steadily on that ancient and prosperous European continent.

Those old-school Families hidden in the shadows, who prided themselves on being blue-blooded nobles,

those black hands behind the scenes who attempted to block the rise of Umbrella Corporation with assassinations and sanctions,

were all deeply entrenched in this land.

"Victor."

Chen Yuan spoke suddenly,

his voice sounding exceptionally clear and deadly in this silent hall.

"Here, Boss."

The fat butler hurriedly trotted over to him,

his eyes fixed on that position on the map.

"Go tell the Finance Department to consolidate all the idle liquid funds in the account for me."

Chen Yuan looked at the bustling light spots on the European map that represented the capitals of various countries,

his mouth curving into a bloodthirsty smile that made one's hair stand on end.

"Since these nobles in old Europe are so enthusiastic,"

"and have even sent their house-guarding vampires to my door,"

"if I don't return the favor, wouldn't it seem like I, this British Baron, am too impolite?"

Chen Yuan turned his head,

his gaze penetrating the dome of the underground base,

as if he had already seen the fog of London and the rain of Paris.

"Notify the entire Night Guard to prepare."

"It's time to cross this ocean and go over there to do some business."