The Secret Base Under Attack

The abandoned steel mill, fresh from a major battle, contained mostly large, durable steel machinery, but some bottles, cans, and personal belongings showed clear signs of gunfire and damage.

Some bodies were left behind, all killed by shotguns. Black Super easily spotted the Vampires markings on the back of their necks or wrists.

As for the only two survivors--

As the Black Super approached, he saw Blade in a rage and Abraham Whistler slumped in a chair, being brutally tortured.

The deliberately made footsteps naturally attracted the attention of those around them. With a flick of his Blade swiftly drew out the modified large-caliber pistol and pointed it at Black Super.

Black Super, however, paid no heed, walking straight past the enraged Blade to the old hunter with the legs. "Whistler, you're as bad as a pile of shit right now."

"Fuck, do you know I'm dying?"

The Blade, having sheathed its gun, stared sharply at the Black Super behind his sunglasses. "How did you know you were coming?"

"I helped install your alarm system, remember? It would notify me whenever there was an abnormal stop." The Black Super examined the old Vampires hunter's neck and asked, "You got bitten?"

"Yes, I've been bitten. So just give me a quick death. You know, someone in my situation will only turn into something worse than Vampires. I don't want to live like that. Do me a favor, give me a shot. Blade is a idiot, he's too scared to shoot."

Ignoring how the black man beside him could tell his face had darkened, the Black Super said, "Even if we can save you, do you want to die? Are you tired of living?"

Upon hearing this, Blade asked excitedly, "You can save him!"

"If he wants to live? What If...? he wants to die, even Jesus couldn't save him."

Abraham Whistler, as if on adrenaline, grabbed his Black Super and asked, "Can I go back to normal? To walk in the sunlight?"

The man in Black Super stopped the old man from getting up, saying, "Don't get agitated. If your blood pressure rises and the blood loss worsens, then there's really no hope. But you only want to walk? Should we take care of the leg that's ruptured?"

"Do it! Whatever you want to do, I owe you a life." The old Vampires hunter lay back in his chair, probably aggravating some wound, making him grimace in pain.

"How can I help?" Blade asked from the side.

The Black Super looked at the half- Vampires, then at a videotape on a shelf that read "Play Me," and said, "Killing Vampires isn't as good as you, and saving people isn't as good as me. Maybe you should check out their comments."

Black Super Abraham, who had been grabbed again by the old Vampires hunter, looked at the agitated old man Whistler said, "No!"

This is a trap. They angered Blade because those sour radishes need him.

Pulling the old Vampires hunter's hand away, Black Super said, "I told you not to get agitated. What if you keep bleeding?" With that, he tore open all the old man's clothes, including his pants, exposing the wound.

This rude action prompted Abraham Whistler to angrily shout, "Fuck! What are you doing?"

Pulling out the first-aid kit from the secret base, Black Super said matter-of-factly, "Treat your wounds. Nobody's interested in your old chrysanthemum. That shirt, though, has more sentimental value for you, like something your deceased wife gave you."

"Fuck! You might as well give me a bullet!"

The Old Black man, Blade, stood to the side and chuckled. The old hunter still cursed, "Fuck!"

He removed his combat black gloves and Black Super, replacing them with medical rubber gloves from his first-aid kit. While disinfecting with hydrogen peroxide, he also cleaned his wounds, causing the foul-mouthed old Vampires hunter so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to curse.

He said, "It seems I've skipped a lot of the plot. What's the situation now, Blade? Can you tell me?"

Blade spoke in his deep, menacing voice again. "Deacon Thaddeus Ross. The Vampires I've been tracking, the one who bit my mother."

"He is also a leading figure in the recent radical Vampires movement in Los Angeles. From my previous investigations, he seems to want to perform some kind of ancient ritual to transform himself into a being beyond Vampires."

"The relevant information is all on the hard drive I brought back. Whistler and his team only recently cracked it and were able to read its contents."

And I seemed to be part of this ritual, so they wanted to lure me over there.

Black Super started by treating the severely bleeding wounds, then the internal bleeding, and finally the seemingly serious lacerations, including the large wound that the Vampires with poor dining manners had bitten into the old man's neck.

The most difficult to treat is internal bleeding, because it's not visible from the outside. However, this is not a problem for Black Super with X-ray vision capabilities.

Sometimes he would use tweezers to hold the needle and thread and insert it into the wound to suture it. Other times, he would have to cut open the wound to perform internal suturing and ligation.

However, Black Super didn't explain the purpose of his actions to Blade one by one; he simply treated one wound after another quickly and efficiently.

But if a proper medical professional saw this, he would definitely be shocked by the speed at which the Black Super were used.

Black Super didn't let Blade just stand by and watch. He said, "Since the old guy isn't going to die, are you still going to walk right into our trap?"

"I suspect they also kidnapped Dr. Jason; I'll have to go rescue her too."

"Dr. Jason? Who is he? A new member of your team?"

Blade said, "No, Dr. Karen Jason, she's a hematologist. She was bitten by Quinn and First Embrace Serum. She stayed because the Vampires were after her and she had nowhere else to go."

"Besides temporarily laying low, she also wants to try to develop a serum based on your serum that can cure me while preserving my special abilities. She got involved because of me, so I have a responsibility to save her."

Black Super didn't bother asking Dr. Jason if he was having an affair with Blade like in the movies. He simply said, "Okay, tough guy. Go get me a bucket of clean water."

"I need to wipe the blood off the old man's body before I can bandage him. Otherwise, the dirt might carry bacteria and cause an infection."

At the same time, Black Super took off his medical rubber gloves and threw them into the trash can.

Seeing this, Blade asked, "Have the wounds been treated?"

Black Super said, "I've done everything I can, but I still need to get some blood plasma for this old man. Otherwise, given the extent of his blood loss, his recovery won't be very good."

"As for his foot needing an artificial joint, I need to get the medical supplies first, and then we'll deal with his foot together. You can't expect me to carry that kind of thing with me all the time."