Chapter 528: Marvel: Starting by Awakening the Small Universe Chapter 282

But George dared.

Sitting on the hospital bed, George, the moment Gwen pulled out the blood bag and threw it on the floor, had a trace of bloodshot eyes appear in the depths of his pupils, looking at the blood starting to seep out after the blood bag fell on the floor.

A kind of inexplicable, hard-to-suppress desire suddenly surged in his heart.

It seemed there was a voice shouting at him.

"Drink blood!"

"Drink blood quickly!"

"Drink them all!"

However, George only looked out of it for a few seconds, and then controlled himself with his strong self-control that had been floating in the police department for so many days without going with the flow.

But it was clear.

He had a problem.

Thinking of the case he was secretly investigating, and the "vampire" matter that Hawk asked him directly just now, a terrible thought appeared in his heart.

So...

George came back to his senses, looked at his wife, who was serious, and said: "Helen, I asked Gwen to pull it out; you go to the operating room and see Mahoney and the others."

Helen frowned and looked at George.

"George..."

"I'm fine, go."

George interrupted Helen's words and said with a smile.

Seeing this, Helen looked at Gwen, who was holding George's arm while she wasn't paying attention, and then shook her head with a smile: "You just spoil her."

Hawk didn't make a sound.

But Helen didn't let him go either.

Before Helen left, she also glared at Hawk in a spoiled way.

"And you, you guys just spoil her."

"..."

Hawk looked at Helen's back as she left, blinked, and said to Gwen: "What does it have to do with me, I didn't even make a sound."

Gwen looked at Hawk with a smile.

"Don't you spoil me?"

"What do you think."

Hawk heard this and looked at Gwen with a look of doting and helplessness.

Gwen's smile was bright.

George, sitting on the hospital bed, looked at the two who were looking at each other affectionately, his face turned black to the extreme, and coughed twice.

Gwen reacted and looked at George nervously.

"Dad."

"What's wrong with me."

George looked up at Hawk.

Hawk didn't speak, just looked at Gwen.

George understood and also looked at Gwen.

"What's wrong with me."

"Dad..."

"Gwen."

"You are being converted."

"Converted to what."

"Vamp... vampire."

Gwen said, looking at George carefully.

She also saw George's eyes now, because the blood transfusion stopped, there were already a few strands of blood-red color in the depths of his eyes.

George listened to Gwen's words and subconsciously wanted to refute.

But...

He looked at Gwen's expression, then looked at the expression on Hawk's face, and fell silent.

Half a ring.

George took a deep breath.

"Sure enough, there really are vampires."

"Dad!"

Gwen listened to George's murmur and hurriedly looked at George nervously, comforting him: "Actually, becoming a vampire isn't bad; Caroline is a vampire."

George turned his head to look at Gwen.

"Caroline?"

"Hmm, my cousin, the one from Waterfall Town."

"I know."

George nodded, and Caroline's figure also appeared in his mind: "She is also a vampire."

Gwen nodded: "Right, I only found out after I returned to Waterfall Town with Hawk this time."

Speaking of this, Gwen seemed to think of something.

"By the way, Dad, when did you drink vampire blood."

"What?"

"Vampire blood."

Gwen described the way humans want to become vampires simply and directly to George, and then looked at George: "So, Dad, which vampire let you drink their blood?"

George didn't answer, but looked at Gwen with a strange look.

Gwen looked at George, who was watching her, and blinked.

"Dad?"

"Gwen, you aren't a vampire, are you."

"Of course not."

"Then Hawk..."

George subconsciously looked at Hawk, who was standing on the side.

Hawk smiled.

"Not."

"That's good."

George heard this, let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at Gwen, who was nervous on the side, and said with a smile: "Humans are good, giving birth to children; this is the meaning of life, Gwen."

Gwen nodded: "I know, Dad; I just told Mom that I also want a daughter, two sons, and then be happy together."

George nodded with a smile.

Hawk looked at George thoughtfully.

George then took a deep breath and looked at Hawk: "So, in the next twenty-four hours, if I don't drink blood, I will die, right."

Gwen on the side widened her eyes.

"Dad?"

"Theoretically, it is like this, but you can't."

"What?"

"You already drank it."

Hawk's gaze fell on the blood transfusion tube on George's arm: "It's very clear, this guy hiding behind the scenes didn't intend to give you a choice; he just wanted you to become a vampire."

After all, George had no choice at all.

Other newborn vampires at least had a twenty-four-hour cooling-off period; George didn't, he revived and immediately chose to become a vampire because he was receiving a blood transfusion.

So...

"Do you remember what happened during the shooting?"

"... I remember."

George was silent for a while: "I made an appointment with BU at 9:30 AM at the multi-story parking lot, but he didn't come; I know him, he is very punctual; sure enough, just when I was preparing to leave, someone suddenly attacked me."

I don't know why, but his head was exceptionally clear at this moment.

Even when recalling, there was a feeling of returning to the scene.

He waited until the agreed time and didn't wait for BU, and just when he was preparing to leave, suddenly a gunshot rang out, and someone appeared in front of him abruptly, shooting him in the abdomen with one shot.

The sudden pain made him subconsciously bend over.

Then the second shot.

That shot went straight through his shoulder, the crisp sound of bone shattering was clearly visible, but it was this shot that made his body tilt subconsciously, dodging the fatal third shot aimed at his neck.

But even so, he still stumbled back, hit a car behind him, and at the same time took out his service pistol with the other hand to fight back.

"He didn't dodge."

"My three shots all hit him."

"But..."

"He seemed to be completely fine."

"Then patrol officers heard the sound and ran in."

"His speed was like a ghost, instantly disappearing from the spot."

"I wanted to warn them, but he appeared behind those two patrol officers and cleanly solved them."

"I was also about to lose consciousness at that time."

"Just at that time, I felt like something entered my mouth; I was in an unconscious state at the time."

"And now?"

"That taste was very fishy; recalling that taste now, it should be his blood."

"He should be a vampire."

George recalled the scene, which was now incredibly clear in his memory, and as he spoke, he looked over at Hawk.

Hawk shrugged.

"Should be."

"Not right."

Gwen frowned and looked at Hawk.

"That shooter has already been found and committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

"Scapegoat."

Hawk laughed and looked at George on the hospital bed: "Just like the scapegoat who took the initiative to surrender in the 'Blood Apocalypse' case."

George met Hawk's gaze, paused for a while, and then laughed.

"Did you find the file I put in the safe in the study?"

"Gwen entered the password."