Vampire Experiment

He pressed the syringe all the way down and then pulled it out. Black Super took two or three steps back to observe the Vampires's overall condition.

The unfortunate Vampires, injected with Erythropoietin, began to twitch involuntarily. Through the Black Super's X-Ray Vision, his shattered cervical vertebrae were rapidly regenerating, but the muscles in his lower body were atrophying as if they had lost moisture.

The chains binding the Vampires rattled, as if the person below was trying to break free. This made Blade and Abraham Whistler, standing on either side, tense and focused.

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out, and the chains binding his upper body snapped! The Vampires, bracing himself on the workbench and trying to get up, glared menacingly at the living man.

Because his mouth was stuffed with a smelly sock, the large amount of heat inside his body could only be exhaled through his nostrils, producing two puffs of white smoke.

In this horror movie-like scene, the people guarding the sides aren't some reckless college students, but two seasoned Vampires hunters.

Abraham Whistler swiftly pulled the bolt and cocked the trigger. Even a Blade would pierce the Vampires's body in a single strike, finishing him off before he could fully break free!

Silver bullets blasted in! A silver sword pierced his body! Even the seemingly formidable Vampires could not survive such fatal damage.

Its entire body emitted intense heat that caused it to spontaneously combust, burning every inch of its skin and hair to ashes. Black Super also noticed that the samples taken from the Vampires earlier were also destroyed in the fire.

It can be said that Vampires's death is a complete and utter death, leaving no trace of him in the world.

Then, Black Super asked a question he'd always wanted to know, "What If...? you kill him like this, what will happen to the bloodlines he bit? Will they all die?"

Abraham Whistler poked at the ashes on the workbench with the muzzle of his gun, saying, "I wish I could. Killing just one Vampires could take away an entire Vampires race at once. But unfortunately, that won't happen in reality."

"What a pity," Black Super said regretfully.

"Then it's my turn to ask. What just happened?" Abraham Whistler asked.

Shaking the test tube containing the remaining Erythropoietin, Black Super replied, "Erythropoietin can produce a large number of red blood cells, increasing the oxygen-carrying capacity of the blood, which indirectly improves muscle endurance."

"This is a banned substance in sports competitions. And what I injected was a high dose of hormones. Plus, the recipient wasn't an ordinary human, so it caused unexpected effects."

Abraham Whistler exclaimed in surprise, "You mean, this stuff is like a performance-enhancing drug for athletes?"

"You could say that."

"Would it have the same effect if used on Blade?"

I think so.

Seeing the two men's eyes light up with delight, Black Super poured cold water on their enthusiasm, saying, "Don't even think about using it as an enhancer or anything like that. In my opinion, it has its flaws too."

The most concerned Abraham Whistler asked, "What defect?"

Black Super replied, "I don't know if you noticed, but the Vampires was able to move earlier because he repaired his cervical spine injury first. However, the energy needed for this rapid repair was provided by his own body."

"So What If...? you paid attention, you could have observed that the Vampires's trouser legs were sagging before he was killed. I suspect that his legs inside the trousers had abnormally shrunk."

"I don't know if the rumor that Vampires can quickly recover from serious injuries by drinking human blood is true."

"But clearly, while the potion helped him recover quickly, it didn't replenish his energy, so he ate himself. Only in this way can we explain why he was able to regain his mobility so quickly from his paralysis."

The two Vampires hunters exchanged a glance, and Blade said, "That's true. No matter what kind of injury they suffer, as long as it's not a fatal burn, Vampires can recover by drinking blood."

Picking up the remaining Erythropoietin, Abraham Whistler remarked, "Even if it can't be used as a recovery drug, its function as a temporary life-saving stimulant is quite good."

The old Vampires hunter's intention was still to use Black Super product for some additional function, rather than treating it as a regular Bloodlust Syndrome drug. But since the formula had been given out, how the recipient used it was no longer Black Super's business.

Let alone superheroes, even ordinary people wouldn't obediently follow someone else's advice that's "good for them."

As for whether doing this will get them killed? Well, damn it, they'll get themselves killed no matter what. It's not Black Super to worry about them.

However, when it came to his profession, Black Super still maintained a strong work Moral. He rummaged through the junk collected by Abraham Whistler, searching for anything useful to make makeshift filling devices.

As Black Super worked, he said, "Anyway, I've made the Bloodlust Syndrome Delay Medication that Blade needed. But how to use it—the difference between spray, injection, tablets, or powder—may not be very important to you."

"Therefore, I decided to make the reducing agent into a spray, similar to an asthma inhaler. The Erythropoietin will be administered using a needle-free injector. Both can be used quickly in emergencies."

"What If...? you wish to improve the usage method, you can mention it later. Of course, the usual liquid medication form, using a syringe for injection, will also be retained. As for the dosage, let Blade experiment on his own."

"However, don't assume that more is better. For example, the Restoring Agent is designed to restore the blood in Blade's body. Even if you drink the Restoring Agent like water, once the blood in your body has returned from Vampires form to normal, it will no longer have any additional effects."

"The same applies to Erythropoietin. Due to the limited hematopoietic capacity of the bone marrow, if the dosage exceeds a certain level, the excess erythropoietin injected into the body will eventually be excreted in the urine."

"Regarding the relevant dosage and standards, I'll give you a suggested number based on Blade's size and weight. As for how to use it, that's your prerogative; I won't interfere."

As he spoke, Black Super prepared a simple device to convert the medication into a spray, as well as a needle-free injector similar to those used by diabetic patients to inject insulin.

After finishing all the work, he clapped his hands, stood up, and said, "All the work is done. The rest is up to you to test. I've kept the samples and research data; I didn't take them with me. The drug production process is also clearly recorded."

The research on Vampires immortality was abandoned, and the Black Super were left unused. After all, the Kryptonian exposed to the Yellow Sun probably wouldn't need them. Even if he didn't live that long, he never intended to live for thousands upon thousands of years.

"Thanks, buddy." Blade rarely expressed his gratitude.

Black Super didn't mince words, replying, "Help me kill a few more Vampires, and you'll be doing me a huge favor."

This was the honest truth in Black Super's mind. Ever since the Vampires secretly declared war, the troubles and provocations from the Dark World had actually decreased recently.

This shows that "closing the door and releasing the dogs" is indeed a very effective tactic. And that justifies the significant technical and financial support given to Blade.

"This is something I'm good at," the black Vampires assassin grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.