Batman Incident (14)

Venom didn't answer, and Peter didn't care. He was used to Venom disappearing from time to time. He looked down at his hands and had to admit that the black suit was also very beautiful. Compared to the previous dazzling colors, it had a more profound and serious beauty.

More importantly, this color allows him to blend into the shadows and become less easily spotted, at least visually.

If those vampires were really chasing him because of his appearance, then they probably wouldn't anymore, Peter thought.

However, his situation of being chased by a group of crazed vampires did not improve. Even though Spider-Man had almost run out of Brooklyn District, there were still many advanced vampires who could teleport, following him around.

Peter wasn't just running away; he was using a strategic maneuver. He swung between the buildings and then hung behind them. If the vampires wanted to catch him, they would have to gather in the shadow of this building. The shadows of the surrounding buildings didn't overlap with this spot; there was only this small area where they could stand.

Driven by instinct, most of the vampires instantly teleported to the shadows beneath the wall. Spider-Man, hanging above, saw that most of the vampires chasing him were standing in this small patch of shadow, so he threw down a blizzard generator, freezing them all into blocks of ice.

Then he slid down the Silk to the group of frozen vampires, looked left and right, but didn't find anything special.

He grabbed a Crowbar from the side and used it to break the ice block off the head of a seemingly rational high-level vampire.

"Why are you chasing me?" Peter asked him.

The vampire glared menacingly at Peter and said, "You are the sacrifice chosen by the Bat God! You damned human! I will capture you, drain your blood, and hand you over to the great Bat God!! He will lead us to rule this world!!!"

Peter was almost stunned. He said, "A sacrifice designated by the Bat God? I don't even know your god. Why are you looking for me?"

However, the vampire kept repeating something about a great Bat God, and no matter how much Peter asked, he couldn't get any useful information out of it.

Peter thought this was a clue in itself, so he called Schiller and told him everything that had just happened.

In the Stark Tower laboratory, Schiller was on the phone, communicating with Nick. He said, "I've already made some guesses about this. The guardian of the Bat God should indeed be a real person."

Nick was puzzled. He asked, "Could there really be some kind of Bat God? We've been monitoring vampires for so many years and we've never seen this Bat God descend. Why is it that he's coming now of all times?"

"Moreover, as far as I know, they were defeated even more badly in that battle in the East, with almost half of their vampires being killed. Where was their Bat God who was protecting them then?"

"You and I both know that it is unlikely that any True God will descend upon this world."

Nick, Schiller something amiss, said, "But you also said that the guardians of the Bat God are real people."

"Yes, but he might not be the guardian of the Bat God. To put it simply, those bats were tricked."

Schiller said, "You've probably seen this tactic before: some supernatural beings with great power use the name of God to try to recruit believers or achieve some other purpose."

"That's true. We've dealt with quite a few so-called evil god descents before, but most of them were just monsters pretending to be gods. So, this time is no exception? Then what exactly is the background of this opponent?"

"I have some speculations about this, but I'm still not sure. But no matter who comes, there's only one solution..."

What is that?

"Haven't you found out where that network cable connection went yet?"

Nick paused for a moment, then said, "Are you sure this will work? I've investigated; there are indeed people stationed there, but they're probably just ordinary members..."

"That's enough. From what I understand, their boss is very intolerant of any nonsense."

Outside 177 Manhattan, a young man in a hoodie walked out and shouted, "Mrs. Edith! Why is my internet signal down?"

A head popped out from the building across the street. A skinny woman with a head full of curly, afro-like hair said, "How should I know! Didn't you pay your internet bill?"

"Impossible! I just submitted it a week ago!"

Soon, another somewhat chubby man poked his head out from the door of number 177 and said, "Not only is the internet down, but why is there a power outage too? What's going on?"

The young man had no choice but to knock on doors one by one, but the answer he got was that the neighbors' internet and electricity were fine, and it seemed that only number 177 had a problem.

This is an old post office on a street in Manhattan. Due to the development of the times, the post office is no longer needed. Now it is a place for residents of the whole street to store their packages.

Their loud noise prompted a head to pop out of the neighbor's window. It was a man with Big Beard. He said, "Hey, stop arguing! Go ask the municipal office across the street. I guess the wiring is old."

"This dilapidated post office has such a long history that we don't even know if the pipes have been updated. It's no wonder it's broken. You should go and ask them. Maybe they can fix it before dark."

Just as the young man was about to thank them, he heard another exclamation from inside the house. "Oh! Damn it!! This water pipe, how did it burst too?!"

The young man walked back into the somewhat dimly lit post office. He said to the fat man, "What's going on? I heard there's a war going on at the Brooklyn Bridge. Could it be that they're targeting us on purpose?"

The fat man glanced at him and said in a low voice, "It's hard to say. Those damned vampire monsters are always causing trouble in Hong Kong. Our temple is harassed by them every few days. We thought being transferred to New York would be better, but it's still the same..."

"Never mind all that, let's fix the water and electricity first, otherwise how are we going to cook dinner?"

The two stared at each other, and the fat man spoke first, "Don't look at me like that. Magic isn't for this. Even if I had a restoration spell, how would I know which pipe was broken?"

"Alright, it seems we still need to find a professional. I'll go to the city hall across the street. You can deal with the water first, so the packages don't get flooded."

After a while, the young man returned, and said somewhat dejectedly, "That office is closed. Their work efficiency is always terrible. Don't count on them. We'll fix it ourselves."

Then he saw the fat man come out carrying a toilet plunger, looking somewhat distraught, and say, "Bad news, our toilet exploded..."

"The toilet? How could the toilet explode?"

"Those bats definitely tampered with our sewers! Luckily, nothing scum came up, just a pipe exploded..."

No sooner had he said that than another violent explosion came from inside the post office, followed by a terrible stench.

"Bullshit!!! What happened?! Oh my god!!"

Immediately following, an extremely angry scream echoed through the Manhattan skyline, "You damned vampires!!! You fucking Bombing feces!!!"

From his helicopter, Coulson watched the carnage below, seeing most of the neighborhood's residents driven from their homes by the stench. He said to Nick on the phone, "Director, isn't this a bit too unethical? No matter what, you can't just Bombing feces..."

"What are you talking about? Vampires are the ones who are despicable. They actually play with shit. How dare this race call themselves the noble vampires?"

"They went so far as to vandalize these poor toilets in retaliation against this group. It's absolutely inhumane, and we strongly protest against this behavior!"

Not long after, Coulson heard Hill's voice on Nick's other end of the phone. She said, "... The other party contacted one of our agent in Manhattan. They claim to be sorcerers stationed at the New York Sanctum in Kamar-Taj and now need S.H.I.E.L.D.. support..."

Nick glanced at the documents in front of him and said, "S.H.I.E.L.D.. has no diplomatic relations with the other side. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, we must send a communication request to their headquarters to show that our support is within reasonable limits and has been agreed upon by them..."

Hill asked a few questions over there, saying, "They said the New York Sanctum is managed independently of Kamar-Taj headquarters, but they will report this matter to headquarters, including all developments in the war against the vampires..."

"They seem to be in a hurry; if we don't deal with it soon, the excrement will overflow from their house..."

"Remember, Hill, give your dutiful colleagues a few days off and let them go on vacation to Hawaii. Even though they didn't sign any non-disclosure agreements, they'd better not mention any words related to excrement to anyone. Blow up someone's toilet? S.H.I.E.L.D.. can't afford to lose face like that."

Then, Nick hung up the phone and called Schiller, saying, "Next time you come up with such disgusting tactics, don't come to us."

"But the effect was quite remarkable, wasn't it? In a few days, all the forces on the mystical side will know that the vampires, in retaliation against Kamar-Taj, sent people to blow up the toilets of their New York Sanctum. They're a bunch of vampires who like to play with excrement..."

"Are you sure this will attract their boss's attention?"

"Actually, even without blowing up the toilet, it would still happen. I don't believe that the garrison mages didn't report the vampires' movements to the master of Kamar-Taj."

"Then why did you make us blow up the toilet?"

"Don't talk nonsense. It wasn't you who bombed it. It was those self-proclaimed nobles of the night who bombed it."

"Alright." Schiller switched the phone to the other side and continued, "Let's get down to business."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.. certainly knows something about Kamar-Taj, but they haven't pinpointed the exact location of the New York Sanctum. Now that you two have made contact, you must have a common goal, at least on the issue of vampires."

"In the war that took place on the Eastern Continent, besides Kunlun, Kamar-Taj must have also been involved."

"I don't quite understand. From what I know, that mysterious organization located in the Himalayan Mountains should only deal with crises outside of Earth..."

"You point to samples of Earth's biological fossils, then look at the teleportation and claw magic of those crazy bats. Put your hand on your heart, can you say that they are creatures native to Earth, such a lie?"

"Okay, so are you sure that Bat God Guardian is also a supernatural being from the outside world?"

"Of course, I'm pretty sure I'm fairly accurate in guessing who they are."

"Really? Who do you think they are?"

"They are also bats, or rather, vampires. You can also call them the Morlun Family."