Actually, the habits of the Blood Race, mutants, and humans, the bad guys are pretty much the same; those who live in the shadows always like to hide in dark places.
Su Ming knows where to find the Blood Eater Faction vampires.
The corpse that was sent to Richards by Quincy before must have belonged to the Blood Eater Faction, because the Dracula Hunter team had two vampire vegetarians, so they couldn't act against the Vegetarian Faction, otherwise the team would fall apart.
The short-haired 'Alucard' Prince is the force guarantee, while Hannibal Gold is the brains; without them, the team would collapse by at least half.
Dr. Richards is not Howard; he is just a young researcher now, unmarried, without a family or hobbies, living alone in Philadelphia.
Besides the special agent from SSR protecting him, he only has a cat for company; Quincy probably targeted him because of this.
Living alone, with a big nerve and low emotional intelligence, this is practically a textbook victim profile in a suspense novel.
And it's very inconvenient to transport a corpse, especially a vampire corpse, which disintegrates at the first sight of sunlight.
They are so poor that six people only have a Beetle car, which can't fit the body.
Thus, this vampire must be one found by Quincy in Philadelphia, a large city only 70 miles away from Caspian Camp. This was calculated.
With enough population density to support the Blood Race's survival.
If someone disappears inexplicably in a small town with only a few hundred people, it will soon be exposed.
But killing someone in a city of millions, as long as there's no body, the police won't even file a case.
Therefore, Su Ming only needs to replicate this step, wandering through the darkest and most chaotic parts of Philadelphia to find the vampires.
He and Palham ate half of a midnight snack each. Honestly, it wasn't tasty at all, but the former major seemed to have no sense of taste, eating most of it without changing expression.
Afterwards, the three of them arrived in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, through Mordo's Teleportation Gate.
Unlike New York, the architecture here appears somewhat more flavorful, full of historical depth, with two large rivers running through the city, as if the sound of flowing water can be heard.
As the former capital of the United States, Philadelphia, like all cities, has chaotic streets in the slums at night. Trash cans in the alleys are always noisily rummaged by homeless people, and under the streetlights, a few scantily-clad women keep stamping their feet to stay warm.
The night wind blows, startling the rats by the roadside upon seeing the sudden appearance of three people, scurrying into the sewer for their lives.
"Hmm, Philadelphia is also called the 'City of Brotherly Love,' but the atmosphere here is rather eerie. Mordo, there's a homeless guy next to the trash can, go question him."
Su Ming, without battle armor, appears even darker in his black suit under the night sky.
"What should I ask?" Mordo slightly bows.
"Do I have to teach you everything? What did you learn before?" Su Ming raises his head, sighing patriotically and concernedly, the crescent moon casting a shadow in his pupils: "Forget it, I'll do it myself, watch closely and learn!"
Su Ming pulls a few small bills from his pocket and walks toward the homeless man in the alley.
Mordo glances awkwardly at Palham, while the humanoid Evil Spirit Knight just shrugs and holds onto his horse.
All homeless people are the same, smelling like Deadpool, and this alley is the backdoor of several restaurants. After they close at night, the homeless come here to scavenge.
Some leftovers or kitchen waste.
As Su Ming approaches, the homeless man, whose beard and hair are matted together, has just found half a rotten apple in the trash can and, as if he got a treasure, stuffs it into his mouth.
The low winter temperature makes the apple as hard as a rock, so he could only use saliva to gradually melt it, shivering all the while.
Before he could shiver a few times, a sudden voice behind him terrified him out of his wits.
"Turn around."
"Cough cough...cough!"
The homeless old man chokes on the frozen apple, his face visibly turning red.
Su Ming delivers a palm strike, causing reverse peristalsis in the esophagus and trachea to expel the foreign object from the mouth.
The man recuperates, but the homeless man becomes despairing as the half-rotten apple falls into the sewer entrance by the road, and a pair of sly little eyes peek out from behind the grate.
"My...apple."
Su Ming directly flashes a 5 US Dollar bill, snapping his fingers with the other hand to draw the old man's attention to it: "I have a few questions. If your answers satisfy me, there'll be another 5 US Dollars."
The homeless man rubs his red nose, wiping his snot on his greasy clothes: "Of course, kind sir, please ask."
His eyes are glued to the bills, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings as if his soul got hooked.
"Are you familiar with this area?"
"Yes, I'm here every day. I sleep over there." The old man points to the end of the alley where a small nest made of cardboard is piled: "This is an Italian restaurant; they waste a lot of stuff every time. Good stuff."
"Very well. Do you know where the most chaotic and seedy bar is around here? Or any other entertainment spots?"
"Sir, look at your clothes. Tsk-tsk, you should go to the best places, not the ones where you find old prostitutes old enough to be your grandma, hehe..." The old homeless man grins, revealing his uneven black teeth, and laughs sleazily.
Looking for the most chaotic and seedy place? Rich people sure know how to have fun, huh? Tired of playing with young girls and looking for kicks?
"Answer the question."
Expressionless, Su Ming uses a bill to light a cigarette and then pulls out another 5 dollars under the homeless man's hopeless gaze.
The homeless man sniffs, breathing heavily like he's having an episode, his eyes red: "Don't burn it, sir. Keep following this street out of town, along the river, and there's a bar by the old pier. It's small, but it has everything; bad liquor, opium, guns, whores, and a bunch of lunatics."
"What kind of lunatics?" Su Ming slaps the money into his hand and pulls out another bill.
The old man chuckles as he scratches his head, carefully stashing the dollars away: "I can't say for sure—thugs, drug addicts, murderers, bankrupt stock brokers all gather there. Whatever kind of person you want to find, just ask the bartender."
Su Ming hands him the bill and pulls out another: "What if I'm looking for vampires?"
"Ah! I get it..." The homeless man shows a knowing look, his face flushing unnaturally, but then he sighs, color draining from his face: "Sir, you must have heard the rumor about the underground Heaven."
With the bill crinkling, Su Ming waits for his answer. The old man doesn't keep him waiting, immediately pointing in another direction.
"Go upstream along the river, and you'll see it. A vampire brothel is right on the riverbank, and they say once you've been with the girls there, no other woman can satisfy you."
Su Ming snickers, tossing the bill to the old man and turning to leave: "Those aren't girls; they might be older than your grandma."
The old man catches the money, hides it in his hat, and yells at Su Ming's back: "Have fun, kind sir."
Su Ming will undoubtedly enjoy himself, but whether the vampires will be happy is another story....