Great Britain, London.
Inside the subway station, the lights were dim and murky, and an unusual tension filled the air.
The platform was crowded with people, each busy with their own affairs. Some looked down at their phones, while others anxiously checked the timetable. They seemed to be waiting for the approaching train, completely unaware of the storm about to descend.
Suddenly, a deafening gunshot tore through the silence of the subway station. Like a stone thrown into a still lake, it stirred up wave after wave of turmoil.
A hulking Black man, far taller than an ordinary person, with muscles bulging like steel, suddenly turned around. His eyes were blood-red, as though blazing with fierce flames, and he roared, "Vampire!"
Before his words had faded, he pulled a compact submachine gun from his clothes and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bullets poured out like rain, instantly turning the subway station into a bloody storm.
The pedestrians were terrified. Screams and cries rose one after another as they scattered in every direction, trying to flee this trap of death.
Amid the chaos, several figures swiftly emerged from the crowd. Dressed in black bodysuits and wearing sunglasses, they gripped pistols or compact submachine guns and opened fire on the hulking Black man without hesitation.
Gunfire and explosions intertwined, and the subway station instantly became a sea of flames.
The hulking Black man showed no fear. Holding a compact submachine gun in each hand, he charged forward while firing wildly at a white man.
The white man wore a gray trench coat and had handsome features, but his eyes carried a chilling coldness. He nimbly dodged the bullets while searching for a chance to strike back.
However, at that critical moment, another man suddenly rushed out of the crowd. Raising his pistol,