Retreat

The wall between the vampire bar and the machine room was smashed open by a heavy blow. Pearl, in his Fang Vampire state, slowly walked out. His obesity had forced him to stay in that cramped room for years. After injecting Amazon Cells to enhance his physical abilities and regain mobility, he still didn't move much. His limbs' coordination was functionally forgotten by his cerebellum, leaving him in a state akin to a child just learning to walk. His gait was a cautious, slow shuffle.

This large, mobile target was undoubtedly an excellent target. The tactical team was first shocked by its monstrous appearance, then, under the command of their quickly recovering captain, they understood their situation.

Raising his hand to his earpiece, the captain roared, "Concentrate fire! Don't stop until the magazines are empty, maximum firepower attack."

Considering they were fighting in a confined space, the gunfire's damage to their eardrums was unavoidable. The tactical team members were all equipped with earplugs, so the captain subconsciously raised his voice.

"Roger that!"

The tactical team immediately spread out into a tactical formation, then aimed at the Fang Vampire and pulled the trigger. A barrage of gunfire erupted, and bullets, dense as raindrops, struck the Fang Vampire. However, they were deflected by its hard outer shell. The only effect they seemed to have was the impact force of the bullets, which further slowed its already sluggish pace, even causing it to retreat.

The results were minimal, but the tactical team dared not stop. They reloaded their magazines as soon as they were empty, occasionally tossing UV grenades at the Fang Vampire, attempting to use weapons developed to counter vampires against a Fang Vampire of another race.

After exhausting all ammunition except for their self-defense pistols, the gunfire ceased. Even with staggered firing to allow the team members time to reload, it had only been about two minutes from the first shot.

Pearl, the Fang Vampire, was now lying on the ground, seemingly injured.

Even with America's current Interceptor body armor, complete with two ceramic ballistic plates in the front and back, it was considered the highest level of individual protection. A soldier wearing Interceptor body armor with ceramic inserts was only bruised after being shot by an AK47 on the battlefield, and he even took commemorative photos after leaving the battlefield.

The mechanism of body armor wasn't to completely prevent damage; it only stopped the bullet. The corresponding impact force would still cause injury, and even broken bones were common. It merely reduced the tearing damage caused by the cavity effect when a bullet entered the body.

But that was after taking only a few shots, and they hit different parts of the body armor. Under such intense volleys, one couldn't claim to be unscathed. The highest-grade boron carbide ceramic ballistic plates would likely shatter into small particles in less than a second.

Whistler had been huddled in a corner with Blade, burying his head in his knees and covering Blade's ears to prevent stray bullets and noise damage. When the gunfire stopped, he dragged the unconscious Blade out.

Seeing this, the captain immediately signaled two tactical team members to help. Whistler, with his hands free, approached Wei Xiuming and said with some anxiety, "Let's retreat quickly. This monster isn't something your firepower can handle. Anything that can damage it would be at least RPG level."

Whistler had his own judgment on who was most influential among this group, so he didn't approach the captain but went to Wei Xiuming.

Wei Xiuming wasn't a mindless commander like in the movies. He turned to the captain and asked, "You've recorded everything, right? The monster's terrifying defense and powerful vitality. If you've recorded it, hurry and retreat. You can't interfere with the upcoming battle."

As they were speaking, the Fang Vampire, which had been lying on the ground, was already struggling to get up. Apart from some minor marks on its body, there was no indication it had been the target of concentrated fire.

The captain tapped his earpiece and asked a few questions on the communication channel, then made an "OK" gesture to Wei Xiuming. Their combat recorders were the latest models, and even in the dim light, the footage was clear. Seeing Wei Xiuming nod, the captain quickly led his team away.

According to the orders received before they came, their mission scope was roughly this. And since the highest-ranking officer on-site had given the order, there was no need for him to stay any longer.

# As for what measures the burly scientist would take next, that was no longer within his jurisdiction. He wouldn't even be held responsible if he were beaten to death by the Fang Vampire.

Wei Xiuming looked at the Fang Vampire, which had simply refused to get up after falling and was now on all fours like a beast, and sighed, "What a pitiful and pathetic fellow!"

Then, the power of Magnetic Field Rotation spread out, destroying all electronic equipment that might be present in the vicinity, preventing surveillance devices from recording him.

Calmly, he took out a pair of tactical fingerless gloves from his white coat pocket and put them on. Wei Xiuming's hair moved as if in a breeze, and his entire aura became more aggressive. "My research results may have been intended to deceive, but to be used on a low-life existence like you is an insult to me."

Pearl, the Fang Vampire, didn't care about any of that. Its quadrupedal stance allowed it to exert more power than standing. After taking its first step, its speed rapidly increased, charging straight at Wei Xiuming.

Wei Xiuming assumed a lunge stance, lowering his center of gravity, and adjusted his muscles to their optimal state. The power of Magnetic Field Rotation brewed, and as the Fang Vampire reached him, he threw a punch: "Electric Current Propulsion, Whale Slaying Hegemon Fist!"

Unlike the Sea Tiger Blast Punch, which delivered its power from the inside out, the Whale Slaying Hegemon Fist was fierce and direct, carrying the momentum of a whale swallowing the world. Even though Wei Xiuming suppressed his strength to avoid alerting others, it was still unrivaled, especially in this head-on confrontation.

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The strongest muscle in humans is the heart, and the hardest bone is the skull—(Don't argue with me about enamel, this is the original line from Sea Tiger)

Even after transforming into a Fang Vampire, Pearl retained this characteristic. He was hit head-on by the fierce punch and sent flying backward, crashing through the wall and into the machine room. He destroyed a large section of computer cabinets, but he wasn't seriously injured. Even his cracked skull began to heal rapidly.

He flipped over, shook his body, and let out a boar-like roar, then said angrily, "Human, you hurt me! Such a low and despicable existence, daring to hurt me!"

As a civilian employee, Pearl had never needed to hunt personally, nor was he involved in fighting vampire hunters. His combat awareness was weak, and his tolerance for pain was low.

Pearl's combat power exceeded Wei Xiuming's expectations, but within his current capabilities, it was still controllable, especially since he was all brawn and lacked combat experience.

"You should feel honored that a low-class creation like you requires me to personally deal with you. Today, even your Blood Clan's god couldn't save you. I said that!"

As his voice fell, the air in the bar began to churn violently with the activation of Wei Xiuming's Magnetic Field Rotation. It blew the debris and dust on the ground, swirling against the walls and forming a tornado. The fine dust inevitably rubbed against each other, and the exchange of electric charges generated currents, making Wei Xiuming, whose white coat fluttered in the center of the storm, appear as terrifying as a demon god.