I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 165 Sicilian Nights

"you are late."

"It's raining heavily outside, you know, the roads are very slippery."

The Sicilian Islands, an archipelago 20 nautical miles east of Atlantis, are a separate entity that, over the past few centuries, has been influenced by the Church, Britannia, Burnia, and the Demon Kingdom, developing into a city-state.

Over a century of vigorous development and the insatiable demands disguised as virtue have made Sicily a dark paradise recognized by many. Here, priests can seek pleasure in the darkness, princes exchange the blood of oppression for wealth, and thieves exchange stolen goods for chips.

Today, Sicily has become a city that never sleeps thanks to the development of modern technology in Amerinsia, and the families and underworld businesses that have developed from the culture of the sacred peninsula have influenced every aspect of these islands.

"Rafis Yao".

“Lilith Vant, Miss Dark Elf, let me state first that I don’t particularly like you, nor do I particularly like the person behind you, but since Mr. Bai Ling asked me to make this trip, I will do my duty.”

The maid was wearing a black hooded coat, which was inconspicuous on the streets of Sicily at night, and also kept out the rain during the rainy season. She put down what she was carrying on her back: a high-powered radio and a codebook.

Lilith Vant, on the other hand, changed her saintly attire and wore a black and white dress. Originally sent to Bai Ling's side as an undercover agent, she has now been turned by Bai Ling's romantic advances and is now wholeheartedly in love with this hero.

Lilith handed a brown paper bag to Rafis, who took it. As the new hero, after entering the secret underground workshop of the church left by Alice, he quickly figured out the behemoth he was facing and began to build his own power and underground network within this decaying yet still powerful cross.

"By the way, Miss Maid, the local gangs have their eyes on you. It seems your dark elf identity has made some big shot very interested in you."

Lilith looked at the dark elf. As a dark elf, Rafis's skin was dark, her fur was black, her pointed ears and faint scent of wood made her famous.

"Oh, I'll be careful."

Rafis nodded. The information she had was crucial, especially for Alice; otherwise, the Secret Intelligence Service would have handled it long ago.

Rafis put the items into her leather handbag, then pushed open the door and disappeared into the rain. Outside, Sicily, the capital of the Sicilian Islands, was brightly lit, and the hotels on the Las Vegas Strip were bustling with activity every night, undeterred by the rain.

But beyond those imported neon lights, dark corners could devour you at any moment. Rafis opened her umbrella and strolled down the street. Moments later, her annoying stalker spotted her petite figure.

"Hmm~"

Raffis hummed lightly as she turned a corner into a small alley. Two men, wearing bowler hats and Sicilian-style jackets, drew their knives as their leather shoes slid through the puddles.

"What about people?"

"There's a dead end ahead of her, so she'll be fine!"

"Little one~ come out quickly! Play with your uncle!"

Click~ Click~

The dark elf gripped the thick, sturdy cylindrical silencer in his hand, the sound of the metal threads rubbing together faintly, drowned out by the sound of the rain.

Rafis was dragged to the shooting range by Alice. After trying more than 50 pistols, Alice found the most suitable special operations weapon for her, but that thing is now in a safe house in Sicily. The local agents found Rafis a weapon with extremely high concealment.

The maid held an S&W39 silenced pistol manufactured by Trian Special Weapons Systems. Lightning flashed across the sky, and with a slight click and the resistance in her hand, Rafis knew that the weapon in her hand was ready.

Snapped!

pat!

One thug fell to the ground, while another thug gaped in surprise. Lightning flashed briefly across the sky again, and Rafis held a pistol in both hands.

"you......."

Firearms are nothing new in Sicily, a place rife with organized crime. Whenever Brittany ships dock, there are always a number of revolvers or folding shotguns in the crates that end up in the hands of the family thugs. But those expensive killing weapons are not something that low-level thugs like them can afford to touch.

A refurbished military-grade M654 black powder revolver, costing several hundred Amerindan, was exported to Sicily by the Brittany Import and Export Company. Each one cost over a thousand Amerindan, equivalent to nearly two thousand Saint pes.

For low-ranking thugs like them, a single fight would only net them a few hundred Saint Coins or Emerald Dollars.

The girl in front of them was holding a pistol!

Before he could even think of running away, a second gunshot, silenced by a silencer, was washed away by the sound of rain. The thug fell to the ground with a groan.

"Who sent you?"

A thick silencer was pressed against his head. Before the thug could react, the dark elf girl turned the gun and fired another shot into the head of the thug next to her. In the dim light, the thug could clearly see blood flowing all over the ground before being washed away.

The lacquered leather boots stomped hard on the gunshot wound, the excruciating pain making him scream, but the girl remained silent.

"Ah...it's...it's the second young master of the El family!"

"How do I know if what you said is true?"

Rafis stomped her foot again, and blood splattered everywhere.

"He's very...interested in women of other races! You can ask around the market...and besides him, someone paid a fortune to have their family kidnap a dark elf!"

"uh-huh?"

"who is it?"

"I, I don't know!"

"I am very satisfied with your answer."

Rafis pulled his leg back, the thug relaxed, and then a heavy 9mm bullet pierced his skull.

The local residents who find them tomorrow will first rob them of all their belongings, then their clothes, and finally even use their bodies.

"Hmm... kidnapping a dark elf? Ah, obviously, Miss Rafis, someone knew you were coming beforehand. Tsk, this is going to be difficult."

James Bont, the agent handling complex matters in Sicily, frowned. There were many informants from various factions in Sicily, and the intelligence and operations Rafis possessed were top-secret; even he didn't have permission to view them. The maid placed her silenced pistol on the safe house gun officer's table and reached for her CZ-75 pistol, which she had brought with her.

"The original evacuation plan is canceled, Miss Maid. There are definitely spies at the dock, and we have a lot of work to do but not enough manpower. Hmm... I'll contact my superiors to see how to get you out of Sicily, but there's no way in the short term. The Navy's special operations squadron is either supporting De Horan in the south-central region or carrying out missions somewhere else."

"The longer it drags on, the worse it will be."

"Ah, relax, Miss Rafis. We have ample firepower. If necessary, the firepower of the Sicilian official armed forces will not be more abundant than ours."

Behind the gun officer was a wall displaying weapons. In addition to the agents' usual sidearms, Rafis also saw several Thompson submachine guns, M870 shotguns, FAL paratrooper automatic rifles, and Carcano sniper rifles with scopes and redesigned metal stocks.

Rafis nodded and leaned back on the sofa.