The Mechanic and the Vampire Start Fighting

Even with their strong life force, these mixed-blood vampires would die thoroughly after being reduced to slag!

Blood instantly covered the entire bar. A large number of vampires were blown to pieces by heavy weaponry, dying as much as they possibly could, never to be revived! The ground was littered with the corpses of vampires and the Ha-Ghost Clan. This vampire stronghold had been completely cleansed.

The roar of heavy weapons was deafening. Even the strongest vampires were like paper before Optimus Prime, this colossus, quickly falling into pools of blood, never to rise again.

"How can he be this strong? He even brought a robot as a bodyguard?" A vampire broke down, shouting in disbelief that such a person existed. Was he the heir to some major corporation? Someone with such a powerful, large-scale robot guarding him when out and about.

"How can something like this exist in the world? Who did we offend!" Others wailed in pain amidst the gunfire. They had never imagined they would face something so terrifying one day.

Some of the Ha-Ghost Clan were quick-witted and had already found a place to hide, quickly warning others. Perhaps a large conglomerate had been provoked for some reason and specifically wanted to purge the vampires, with that young man being a lure to draw them out.

"He might not be a mutant at all, but someone from a major conglomerate, equipped with tons of high-tech gear," the Ha-Ghost Clan member asserted confidently.

Optimus Prime stood in the center of the bar, a rocket launcher and Vulcan cannon in each hand, firing at full capacity. It was like a sci-fi weapon walking out of a screen, radiating killing intent and vowing to exterminate the vampires, to slaughter them all.

The exquisite bar, under this insane bombardment, became dilapidated, giving off a sense of ruin and destruction. Countless precious decorations were smashed like trash and vanished in the artillery fire. Many rare fine wines on the counter were also shattered. The wine fueled the flames, burning fiercely and quickly spreading into what seemed like an endless, roaring sea of fire.

The vampires went mad, feeling surrounded from all sides, as if the whole world was against them. They wailed in agony, their former arrogance gone, brought down to dust by iron and blood, worthless, slaughtered like livestock.

Donnie and his Optimus Prime flickered in and out of the sea of fire, striking terror into the hearts of these monsters. It was as if a god of slaughter was indifferently cleansing filth, restoring purity to the world.

And that's exactly what Donnie was doing.

"Enough! I surrender! I swear loyalty to you, please spare me!" A Ha-Ghost Clan member went mad, running out and shouting, begging for Donnie's forgiveness. He was Ha-Ghost Clan, he still considered himself human, and there was still a chance for salvation.

But Donnie had no intention of saving him. He would only save humans, not livestock. The word "beast" was invented by humans to insult others, and livestock referred to the things in the bar.

Donnie killed the Ha-Ghost Clan member with a headshot.

He had no intention of sparing anyone in the bar. He knew exactly what these damned things were and what their nature was. Vampires didn't like blood from blood bags; they preferred to put living people into hibernation pods, connect tubes, and drain their blood daily, so they could drink fresh blood every day.

Those put into hibernation pods would never wake up again. They would be continuously drained of blood until, after a period, they could no longer provide enough blood, at which point they would be killed.

Especially that pure-blood, that so-called big shot, had to be killed. This method of blood-draining was first invented and perpetuated by those noble pure-bloods, becoming a tradition.

Donnie didn't know who was setting him up to clash with the vampire forces, but he was determined to settle the score. For now, he would first clear out this batch of vampires, considering it payment for his naivety.

Whoosh!

A black shadow flashed, and a wound deep enough to see bone appeared on Donnie's thigh. A very strong vampire had taken advantage of the chaos to sneak-attack him.

The vampire was shocked. Holding his bloody knife, he asked Donnie, "Why wasn't your leg severed by me? Many humans have their legs severed by my light touch, why yours didn't break?" He was skilled and had intended to sever Donnie's neck, but Donnie's armor had protected it tightly, so he went for the leg instead.

Bang bang!

Donnie first shot the vampire's legs with his pistol to prevent escape, then Optimus Prime smashed him to pieces. If not for the AllSpark also quietly strengthening his physique, that stab might have actually crippled him.

At this moment, Donnie's heart became unusually calm. The tension and apprehension from before seemed to vanish instantly. He entered the zone, focusing on the battle, forgetting his own emotions.

He seemed well-suited for this line of work.

"Enough! Mechanic Donnie, you've done enough! Everyone, stop fighting! I am a noble member of the Thompson Family, and I declare a truce with you!" The big shot, looking disheveled, hid behind a wall. To be precise, he was cowering behind it. That wall couldn't block the Vulcan cannon's attack at all and was being smashed to bits.

This old vampire, whose face resembled a middle-aged uncle, had lived for several hundred years. He was shrewd and cunning, with schemes and tricks having become his instinct. He tried to make peace with Donnie, to save his own life first. As for retaliation, that would naturally be decided by the Vampire Council.

"Where did my people offend you? Tell me, name your price. As long as you name your price, anything can be discussed!" The big shot was sensible, assessing the situation and adopting a very humble stance. This mutant before him, despite his rampaging, was too young and lacked experience. Young people couldn't resist flattery and were generally soft rather than hard; talking nicely would make communication easier.

But he had the wrong person. Donnie knew many of their inside stories and had no intention of letting them go. He wanted to finish clearing this place in one go, not letting a single one escape, so as to prevent any leaks that might attract the vampire army's pursuit.

"For the glory of the vampires!"

Suddenly, a shout came from somewhere, filled with resolve. A rocket-propelled grenade unexpectedly blasted towards Optimus Prime, hitting him squarely and causing a violent explosion! The explosion was astonishing, causing Optimus Prime, who was caught off guard, to lose a batch of parts.

Your damn glory! Your whole family's glory! Who the hell is screwing me over at this critical juncture!

The big shot cursed furiously, about to explode. He wanted to find that idiot. He couldn't even save his own life, and he was talking about glory? The big shot had lived for several hundred years and, barring any accidents, would live for a long time. He wanted to keep living, not die.

Donnie didn't want to wait any longer. He had already sustained injuries. Fortunately, it was a knife wound; a bite would have been a major problem. He controlled Optimus Prime, aiming the rocket launcher and Vulcan cannon simultaneously at the big shot, blasting him into powder amidst the latter's desperate curses.

After a period of slaughter, facing the hysterical counterattacks of the vampires, Donnie sustained many more wounds, mostly from gunfire to his thighs. But in the end, he turned the place into ruins, cleansing all the vampires and Ha-Ghost Clan members there. He threw the old bartender into the car and fled in the darkness.

That night, for some unknown reason, a message quietly spread through the underground world, told with great detail and conviction:

That Mechanic Donnie had clashed with the vampire clan again, going on a killing spree.