Big Shot

The old bartender was carried away, his eyes darting around. He felt a mix of anticipation and fearful worry, but his mouth remained defiant. "What do you want? Put me down! I didn't provoke you!" he yelled, struggling as if to resist.

He lacked the strength to truly refuse, but he put on quite a show, even convincing himself.

"Damn it, shut up! This is all your fault!" Donnie, not suspecting a thing, straightforwardly pulled out his Vibranium and swung it like a brick.

Smack!

One hit wasn't enough. Donnie continued to smash the bartender with the Vibranium repeatedly under the watchful eyes of the crowd, his blows exceptionally brutal.

Smack! Smack!

The old bartender's eyes widened, bulging outwards. He foamed at the mouth and fainted in despair. In his last conscious moments, the old bartender was filled with regret: "This guy's a complete idiot. I shouldn't have tried to play games with him."

Donnie intended to abduct this master mechanic. Normal master mechanics were hired by major corporations; it was impossible for Donnie to recruit them. Only black market technicians like the old bartender, who took on private jobs, were even a possibility. Donnie didn't have his own team, which was a significant disadvantage. He needed to find a way to build one and gather some talented individuals.

He needed this old technician to hold down the fort and build him the ultimate motorcycle. He couldn't control a large number of Transformers, nor did he have enough Spark Energy to waste. At this stage, quality was more important than quantity.

"This guy... is he a Mutant? Is he here to steal people?" someone stood there, stunned, as if witnessing something extraordinary. "Who was that old guy kidnapped by? He's about to be snatched away!"

The vampires stirred, letting out chuckles. They weren't in a rush to charge forward. No one who entered the vampires' territory could leave unscathed, and they wouldn't provoke someone like that.

"It seems like that big shot specifically requested him a while back, saying he wanted to turn him into a vampire," someone incited their companions, urging them to quickly rush forward and tear this human apart. He knew a bit of insider information: that big shot seemed to have taken a liking to something the old man possessed and had him captured for quite some time.

"Even though that thing was taken by the big shot's subordinates, this old man is still valued by the big shot. Hurry and snatch him back."

The vampires and some of the Ha-Ghost Clan became agitated, their eyes gleaming with greed. They yearned to earn merit and gain the favor of the big shot. A pureblood vampire was inherently more respected than their mixed-blood kin.

A few vampires couldn't resist and charged forward, shouting, "No matter what kind of freak this is, kill him quickly!"

More vampires were restless but didn't rush. They were cunning and wanted to observe the Mutant's abilities further, letting others act as cannon fodder. They would strike at the last moment with overwhelming force to defeat Donnie and build their achievements.

Bang bang bang!

Donnie fired several shots, taking down the fastest-charging vampire, but only one bullet hit his mouth, and none struck vital points.

"After I get out of here, I absolutely must practice my shooting and combat skills. If I'm pushed too hard, I'll just find someone from S.H.I.E.L.D.," Donnie worried, sweat beading on his forehead. He came from humble beginnings and had only had rudimentary exposure to shooting and combat during military training, which was practically useless.

The injured vampire quickly got back up, laughing hysterically. He desperately used his hands to catch his own flowing blood and quickly put it in his mouth, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"So that toy actually works. I thought your ability was to turn into toys," the vampire said.

The next second, he let out a terrible scream!

Two Mini-Transformers, with astonishing speed, charged forward and sawed off his legs with their chainsaws. Blood splattered everywhere, stimulating the other vampires. They eagerly swarmed forward, drinking the blood from the severed ankles, their bodies drenched in gore.

They were all stimulated and somewhat excited. The blood made them even more frenzied. They were done playing and wanted to kill Donnie as quickly as possible.

More vampires charged forward! Many of the Ha-Ghost Clan, lacking the vampires' physique, drew their pistols, intending to shoot Donnie.

Donnie rolled behind the bar, using it as cover. His armor automatically assembled several handguns, which he used to fire at the charging vampires.

Many vampires were stunned by this bizarre sight. Without time to process why, their heads exploded, and they seemed to fall dead on the spot.

Vampires were resilient and difficult to kill by ordinary means. Silver and sunlight could kill them instantly, but ordinary methods were less certain. As long as there was human blood, their wounds could heal rapidly.

"Get away from me! I'm going to drink all his blood! A Mutant's blood is incredibly nourishing!" an injured vampire screamed in pain. He was severely wounded by Donnie's deliberately enhanced and enlarged bullets.

A Ha-Ghost Clan member, thinking himself clever, suggested, "Shouldn't we turn him into one of us? He's so strong, he'd be very useful to us."

Then, the Ha-Ghost Clan member was killed, his corpse fought over. Suggesting anything to vampires in a frenzied state was simply naive.

The big shot finally arrived. He appeared to be a middle-aged man, looking refined and elegant, with a square face. Upon entering, he was shocked by the lively scene and roared in anger, "What's going on? Is this how you welcome me?"

Donnie seized the opportunity, assembling a large sword and decapitating a vampire.

"They're not welcoming you; they're welcoming me," Donnie said, attempting to control Optimus Prime to charge in from outside.

"Who the hell are you?" the middle-aged vampire, who had lived for hundreds of years, roared angrily. He held a high status, and throughout the entire vampire hierarchy, very few dared to speak to him in such a manner.

"I'm your father! I'll visit your grave when you're dead!"

As soon as Donnie finished speaking, Optimus Prime crashed through the surrounding wall. His two-meter-tall metallic body delivered a massive visual impact. He smashed in, the walls crumbling like paper. With a single punch, he broke through the remaining wall, kicking up a huge cloud of dust. Countless stone fragments flew through the dim bar, obscuring vision.

"What in the world is that!" the middle-aged vampire exclaimed in shock, instinctively reaching into his coat to draw a gun.

A subordinate followed him in from outside and loudly informed him that a truck outside had transformed into a robot. Then, the big shot kicked him, sending him sprawling.

"Do you think I'm blind?!" the big shot was furious. He had lived for hundreds of years and was already a cunning old fox. A few weeks ago, a Mutant had caused a huge stir, with media coverage everywhere about that Mutant. Even with partial information, he could make an educated guess.

He was an old fox who wanted to speak, attempting to reconcile with Donnie, this high-level Mutant, or at least avoid conflict.

But it was too late. Optimus Prime was faster than him! Optimus Prime picked up the heavy weaponry he had hidden earlier and began a massive bombardment inside the bar, unleashing carnage!