A Big Shot

Old Bartender was carried away, his eyes darting around. He was somewhat expectant, yet also fearful and worried, but his mouth showed no mercy. He struggled and shouted as if resisting while secretly welcoming it. "What are you trying to do? Put me down! I never provoked you!"

Yet he did not have the slightest strength to resist. Still, he put on quite a convincing act—so convincing that even he believed it.

"Fuck, shut up! This is all because of you!" Donnie did not suspect a thing. Being straightforward as ever, he pulled out a piece of Vibranium and walked over to smack him with it like a brick.

Smack!

One blow did not vent his anger, so Donnie struck him several more times with the Vibranium brick in full view of everyone. He hit him brutally hard.

Smack! Smack!

Old Bartender's eyes bulged, foam spilling from his mouth as he passed out in despair. With his last shred of consciousness, he regretted it so badly his guts turned green. This guy's a complete idiot. I never should have tried to play games with an idiot like him.

Donnie intended to abduct this modification master. Normal modification masters were hired by major companies and could never be recruited by Donnie. Only underground technicians like Old Bartender, who took private jobs, were possible targets. Donnie had no team of his own, which put him at too great a disadvantage. He had to find a way to build one and gather some talent.

He needed this old technician to stay behind and build the strongest motorcycles for him. He could not control a large number of Transformers, nor did he have enough Spark Energy to waste. At this stage, he would rather have fewer than settle for inferior ones.

"This guy... is he a Mutant? Is he here to snatch someone away?" Someone stood there in a daze, as though he had witnessed something incredible. "Who was it that brought that old bastard here? He's about to be taken away!"

The Vampires began clamoring and laughing. They were in no hurry to rush forward. No one could enter Vampire territory and leave unharmed, and they would not provoke anyone capable of doing so.

"I think he was specifically ordered to be brought here by that big shot some time ago. He said he wanted to turn him into a Vampire." Someone egged the others on, urging his kindred to rush up and tear this human apart alive. He knew a little of the inside story. That big shot seemed to have taken a fancy to something the old man possessed and had sent people to capture him days ago.

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

The Vampires and some members of the Ha-Ghost Clan stirred restlessly, their eyes gleaming with greed. They longed to earn merit and gain the big shot's favor. A pureblood was naturally of far higher status than mixed-bloods like them.

Several Vampires could not hold back any longer. They screamed as they charged forward. "Whatever kind of freak he is, kill him!"

More Vampires were eager to make a move, but they did not rush in. They were cunning and wanted to observe this Mutant's abilities a little longer. They would let those others serve as cannon fodder, then strike at the end and crush Donnie with thunderous force, winning glory for themselves.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Donnie fired several shots in rapid succession, knocking down the Vampire who had charged fastest. But only one bullet hit his mouth, and none struck a vital spot.

Once I get out of here, I have to practice shooting and hand-to-hand combat. If it comes down to it, I'll just go straight to S.H.I.E.L.D. Donnie was deeply worried, sweat beading on his forehead. He came from humble beginnings and had only learned a little basic shooting and combat during military training. It was practically useless.

The injured Vampire quickly got back on his feet. He laughed somewhat hysterically, desperately catching the blood flowing from his wounds with his hands and shoving it into his mouth, his expression intoxicated.

"So that toy really can be used. I thought your ability was turning into a toy," the Vampire said.

The next second, he let out a scream!

The two Mini-Transformers moved with astonishing speed. They charged forward fiercely and used their chainsaws to cut off both his feet. Blood splattered everywhere, stimulating the other Vampires. They swarmed over in a frenzy, catching the blood pouring from his severed ankles to drink it, covering themselves in gore.

The blood had driven them into excitement, making them even more frenzied. They no longer wanted to play around. They wanted to kill Donnie as quickly as possible.

More Vampires rushed forward! Many members of the Ha-Ghost Clan did not possess Vampire physiques, but they all drew pistols, intending to shoot Donnie dead.

Donnie rolled and leaped behind the bar, using it as cover. The armor on his body automatically assembled into several pistols and fired at the charging Vampires.

Many Vampires were stunned by the bizarre sight. Before they could think about why it was happening, their heads were blown apart, and they appeared to die on the spot.

Vampires possessed tenacious life force and were difficult to kill with ordinary methods. Silver and sunlight could kill them instantly, but ordinary attacks were another matter. As long as they had human blood, their injuries could rapidly heal.

"Get out of my way! I'm going to drink every drop of his blood! A Mutant's blood is a tremendous tonic!" An injured Vampire cried out in agony. Faced with the deliberately enhanced, enlarged bullets Donnie had used, he was badly wounded.

A member of the Ha-Ghost Clan tried to be clever and suggested, "Should we turn him into one of us? He's so strong. He should be very useful to us."

Then the Ha-Ghost Clan member was killed, and his corpse was fought over. Trying to offer advice to Vampires in a crazed state was far too naive.

The big shot finally arrived. He looked like a middle-aged man, refined and elegant in manner, with a square face. The moment he entered and saw the lively scene, he froze in shock, then roared angrily, "What is going on? What are you all doing? Is this how you welcome me?"

Taking advantage of the moment, Donnie assembled a large blade and beheaded a Vampire.

"They aren't welcoming you. They're welcoming me." Donnie tried to control Optimus Prime and have him charge in from outside.

"Who the fuck are you?" the middle-aged Vampire, who had lived for who knew how many centuries, roared in fury. His status was exalted. Across the entire Vampire faction, few dared speak to him like that.

"I'm your dad! When you die, I'll visit your grave!"

The moment Donnie finished speaking, Optimus Prime crashed through the surrounding wall. The metal body, over two meters tall, delivered an overwhelming visual impact. He burst in, smashing through the wall as easily as paper. With a casual punch, he shattered what remained of it, kicking up massive clouds of dust as countless stones flew through the dim bar, stinging everyone's eyes.

"What is that thing?!" The middle-aged Vampire's face changed drastically. He cried out in alarm and instinctively reached into his clothes to draw his gun.

A follower entered from outside behind him and loudly warned him that a truck outside had turned into a robot. Then the big shot kicked him flat onto the ground.

"Do you think I'm blind?!" The big shot was furious. He had lived for centuries and had long become a shrewd old monster. Some time ago, a Mutant had caused an enormous uproar, and the media had been filled with reports about that Mutant. Even if he only guessed, he could piece together most of the truth.

He was a cunning old bastard. He wanted to speak, hoping to make peace with Donnie, this high-level Mutant. At the very least, he could not afford to become enemies with him.

But it was too late. Optimus Prime was faster than he was! Optimus Prime hoisted the heavy weaponry that had been hidden earlier and began bombarding the bar indiscriminately, launching a massacre!