Who Are You Trying to Show Off For?

It was early morning.

At least in this city, the sun has not yet appeared, and the sun has not yet risen. Is that why these vampires are not afraid?

No, that won't do.

"No matter what it is or what the reason is, I need to report it immediately, otherwise this city will be finished, and even this country will be finished!"

"Call..."

"And if they really are vampires..."

He suddenly crouched down and lay prone on the rooftop, only his eyes showing above his head as he peered over. "If it really is a vampire or something, they can fly. I'm not really safe on the rooftop. I have to be careful."

Then, he dialed the phone.

But he was clever and didn't call his own branch office, because with so few people and so few guns and ammunition, how could he possibly control the situation?

This is more beautiful than I could ever dream of!

"FBI? This is Small Captain Sam from the Los Angeles Police Department, badge number 0xxxxxxx. I need to report an emergency!"

"FBI received. We are aware of the situation and have communicated with the Capitalist Income Protection Guild. Our personnel are on their way. Rest assured, everything will be resolved within ten minutes!"

"You know what's going on?"

Sam was taken aback.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, they're the FBI. If they didn't know about something this big, that would be a miracle.

However, he was also very curious. "They can bring the situation under control within ten minutes?!"

"Of course, our capabilities, the ability of the Capitalist Income Protection Guild to deal with various crises, and even apocalyptic disasters, far exceed your imagination."

"Although we were also shocked as to why Biohazard suddenly broke out, ten minutes is enough."

Are you sure???

"Certainly..."

"Captain Sam, you should still be nearby, right? Have you been infected? Can you confirm your safety? If so, I'd like you to give us a briefing on the situation on the ground. That would make things much easier for our people in a few minutes..."

Listening to the confident and nonchalant words on the phone, Sam was a little confused, but also a little proud.

Wow.

So our country, the Eagle Country, is really that awesome?

This terrifying scene, from start to finish, won't even take fifteen minutes?! It might even be resolved within ten minutes?!

Impressive!

"Then I'm relieved!"

Sam let out a sigh of relief, "I'm in a relatively safe position now. I've climbed to a higher point and can observe the situation below. The situation isn't too serious yet; the most troublesome part is still within a block. However, a small number of those bitten have escaped, and you'll need to intercept them..."

"Don't worry, we'll definitely get things under control. In five minutes, the entire Los Angeles will be sealed off. They won't be able to escape unless they can fly!"

"We might even be able to develop a vaccine or a reversal drug to turn zombies back into humans, so don't worry too much."

"Now, Captain Sam, as one of our own, and also the calmest and safest person on the scene, please cooperate with us and let us know more about the situation..."

"Of course, of course!"

Sam nodded repeatedly. "However, I think they might actually be able to fly."

"Ah?"

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Captain Sam, time is of the essence, and this is a very serious matter. Although we are confident, this is not the time for jokes. Please be serious."

"I'm very serious!"

"These zombies might actually be able to fly, because I think they're more like... vampires, you know, bloodlust, than zombies."

"What?"

"..."

The person on the other end of the phone was a little confused.

Isn't it Biohazard?

Isn't it a zombie outbreak?!

How did they suddenly become vampires and bloodsuckers again?

Everyone says women are fickle, but you're a man, for crying out loud!

"It's a vampire, you don't misunderstand, do you?"

Sam, however, was still thinking about the other party's confident assertion that they could control the situation within ten minutes, and his mood improved considerably. "It's that kind of vampire, the kind that can fly, has a pair of fangs, and sucks blood!"

"They are not afraid of bullets."

"At least a handgun bullet wouldn't blow their heads off, even if it blew out their eyeballs, they'd still be full of life."

"And they're incredibly strong. Oh, there's one right now, and it flipped over a supercar in one go..."

"There was another one who was hit by a car and thrown dozens of meters, but he got up and continued to bite people. But that car was in a terrible state!"

"The A-pillar was completely broken, but the driver's head still managed to avoid the airbag perfectly; he was hit in the head..."

"Hmm, it's a Passat? Oh no! I'll never buy this car again!"

"Oh, you haven't finished yet!"

"They are not only unafraid of being blown up, but they also don't eat meat. They just take a bite and drink some blood. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I think you could try bringing some garlic, silver bullets, silver swords, or something; you never know when you might need them?"

"Actually, if I'm not mistaken, there's really nothing to be afraid of. You'll probably be there in a few more minutes, right? The sun will be up by then, and vampires are afraid of the sun!"

"At that time, it would be best to control the situation."

"Clang, clang..."

A strange voice came from the other end of the phone, making Sam curious. "Hello? What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Are you listening?

"Hello?"

Where are they?!

Capitalist Income Protection Guild Headquarters

Bob was woken up early from his family's bed, and he looked as pale as if he had eaten something he shouldn't have.

"Oliven Shit! What's wrong? I'm still half asleep!"

"President, something terrible has happened!"

"What important matter?"

A moment later.

Bob was stunned. "Zombies unleashed? Biohazard?"

"Are you crazy?! I know all these capitalists, whether they're openly or covertly involved. Who's involved in this bio-virus?! Nobody's doing this kind of thing!"

"But the fact is... that's how it is. Biohazard has really occurred. Please see the video sent back from the scene."

The other Capitalist Income Protection Guild leaders looked like scoundrels, and while showing the video of the scene, they quickly said, "We have already reacted, and the situation will be under control in about ten minutes, so Mr. Chairman, you don't need to worry too much."

"However, since this has happened, there will definitely be a lot of trouble afterward, so..."

Bob watched the video, his face turning even uglier. Before, it was just like he'd eaten something he shouldn't have, but now it looked like he'd eaten shit.

"Fuck?!"

"Why is this happening! Who created this Biohazard?"

"Drop!"

Just then, the phone rang.

Bob immediately pressed the speakerphone button. "This is Bob!"

"Mr. Bob, this is the FBI, breaking news..."

"I'm afraid what's erupting in Los Angeles isn't Biohazard, and those aren't zombies, but... vampires!"

"What?" Bob blinked, rolling his eyes.

"The legendary vampires!" the other party emphasized.

"??????"

Bob froze, and then...

Snap!

He slammed his hand on the table, his face beaming with joy. "That's wonderful!"

"Quickly, prepare the helicopter immediately. I need to go to the scene, I need to negotiate with them, I need to cooperate with them."

Everyone: "(ΩДΩ)????"

"..."

"Mr. Bob, the problem is that, based on what we know so far, this ' Biohazard ' is far beyond what we imagined."

"If that's true, unless they're afraid of our vampire lore, they won't last ten minutes..."

"If we don't use doomsday weapons like Mushroom Bomb, we'll probably never be able to control the situation."

"Control? Why control?"

"If the other party really is a vampire, isn't that a fantastic thing? We should be happy!"

Bob was incredibly excited.

"???"

The other party was dumbfounded.

Only the Capitalist Income Protection Guild, were truly eager for such a solution.

Vampire?!

Isn't this Superpower User?

Has it really surfaced?

If that's really the case... then we'll have a trump card to fight against the Resident Happiness Living Department, and those damned cultivators in Hua Nation!

Inside the research room.

Moose arrived in a hurry.

"Damn it."

"This has actually happened, Biohazard?!"

He frowned. "This forces me to change my plans, God's Flower... has to be exposed ahead of schedule."

"Although I don't have much of a sense of national honor, judging from the current situation, these zombies are incredibly powerful."

"If I don't get the situation under control soon, what good will it do me even if I really master the God's Flower?"

How can you show off in a way that feels good?

Of course, the more people there are, the more comfortable it is to show off.

Just like, being above ten thousand people is the same as being above two or three people, but the concept is completely different.

If a large number of residents turn into zombies, who are you trying to impress with your cool act?!

"Everyone!"

He hurriedly pushed open the door, not even looking inside, and said urgently, "Experts, the situation is urgent. Biohazard has broken out in Los Angeles, and we urgently need a group of ' Superman ' to control the situation."

"Bring out God's Flower you've cultivated before. I'll inject some of them immediately and then take them to quell the Biohazard."

Moose's words gradually became more impassioned.

"From this day forward, the name of the God's Flower will resound throughout our entire Eagle Country, and even the whole world!"

"And your efforts and research achievements will be forever remembered by our Eagle Country. You will be among the most important contributors to our Eagle Country, and from this day forward, your deeds will be sung for eternity... Hmm???"

Before he could finish speaking...

Moose was suddenly startled.

Because he started talking as soon as he entered, without even having a chance to see what was going on deep inside the laboratory.

But at this moment.

When he saw it, he was stunned.

A group of experts, led by Dr. Paige, all gave him a cold glance before looking away.

Several corpses lay between them.