No matter how resilient these mongrel vampires were, once they were blasted to pieces, they were dead for good!
Blood instantly covered the entire bar. Large numbers of vampires were torn apart by heavy weapons, dead beyond death, with no chance of ever coming back to life! The floor was littered with the corpses of vampires and Ha-Ghost Clan members. This vampire stronghold had been completely purged.
The roar of heavy weapons was deafening. No matter how powerful a vampire was, before a giant like Optimus Prime, they were no more than paper. They quickly fell into pools of blood, never to rise again.
"This is way too powerful! He even carries a robot bodyguard around with him?" Some vampires broke down, shouting in disbelief. Could such a person really exist? Was he the heir to some massive conglomerate, traveling with such a powerful giant robot as a guard?
"How can something like this exist in this world? Who the hell did we offend?!" Others howled in agony amid the gunfire. They had never imagined that one day, they would face something so terrifying.
Some of the more clever Ha-Ghost Clan members had long since found places to hide. They quickly warned the others that perhaps some major financial conglomerate had been enraged for some reason and was specifically planning to massacre the vampires. That young man was merely bait, drawing them into making a move.
"He might not be a Mutant at all. He could be working for some major financial conglomerate, equipped with loads of high-tech gear." That Ha-Ghost Clan member sounded utterly certain.
Optimus Prime stood in the middle of the bar, a Rocket Launcher in one hand and a Vulcan cannon in the other, firing at full force. He looked like a sci-fi weapon that had stepped out of a screen, brimming with murderous intent and sworn to wipe out every last vampire.
The exquisite bar was reduced to ruins beneath the insane bombardment, filled with a sense of decay and destruction. Countless precious decorations were smashed like trash and vanished in the artillery fire. Many prized bottles of fine liquor behind the counter were shattered as well. The alcohol fed the flames, burning fiercely and rapidly spreading into a roaring sea of fire that seemed to have no end.
The vampires went mad, feeling as though enemies surrounded them on all sides, as if the entire world had turned against them. They wailed in pain, stripped of their former arrogance, hammered down into the dust by iron and blood. Worthless, they were slaughtered like livestock.
Donnie and his Optimus Prime flickered in and out of view amid the flames, terrifying those monsters out of their wits. It was as though a god of slaughter was coldly washing away filth and restoring clarity to the world.
And that was exactly what Donnie was doing.
"Enough! I surrender! I swear loyalty to you—please, spare me!" A Ha-Ghost Clan member went insane, running out while shouting and begging for Donnie's forgiveness. He was a member of the Ha-Ghost Clan, but he still believed himself human, still believed he could be saved.
But Donnie had no intention of saving him. He only saved humans, not livestock. The word "beast" had been invented by humans to insult people, and livestock referred to things like those in this bar.
Donnie killed that Ha-Ghost Clan member with a single shot to the head.
He had no intention of sparing anything in the entire bar. He knew exactly what these freaks were and what kind of nature they had. Vampires did not like drinking blood from blood bags. They liked putting living people into hibernation pods, inserting tubes into them, and draining their blood every day so they could drink fresh blood daily.
Anyone placed into a hibernation pod would never wake up again. They would be drained continuously until they could no longer provide enough blood, after which they would be killed.
Especially that pureblood—the so-called big shot. He had to die. That method of bloodletting had first been invented by those noble purebloods and passed down by them, becoming something of a tradition.
Donnie did not know who was plotting against him and making him clash with the vampire faction, but this score would definitely be settled. For now, he would clear out this batch of vampires and consider it payment for his own naivety.
Whoosh!
A black shadow flashed past, and a bone-deep wound appeared on Donnie's thigh. A powerful vampire had taken advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack.
That vampire was shocked. Holding a bloodied blade, he asked Donnie, "Why wasn't your leg cut off? I can sever most humans with a light slash. Why didn't yours break?" He was highly capable and had originally intended to cut off Donnie's head, but Donnie's neck was tightly protected by armor, so he had targeted his leg instead.
Bang! Bang!
Donnie first used his pistol to cripple the vampire and stop him from escaping, then Optimus Prime blasted him to pieces. If the AllSpark had not been silently strengthening Donnie's physique as well, that strike might truly have crippled him.
At that moment, Donnie's heart became strangely calm. The tension and wariness from before seemed to vanish in an instant. He entered a state of focus, concentrating on the battle and forgetting his own emotions.
He seemed well suited for this line of work.
"Enough! The Mechanic Donnie, enough! Everyone, stop! Stop fighting! I am a noble member of the Thompson Family, and I declare a truce with you!" The big shot hid miserably behind a wall—or rather, he was lying behind one. That wall could not withstand the Vulcan cannon's attacks and had been blasted to pieces.
This old vampire, whose face resembled that of a middle-aged man, had lived for centuries. Hardened and cunning, schemes and tricks had become his instinct. He tried to make peace with Donnie, intending to preserve his life first. As for retaliation, the Vampire Council would naturally discuss and decide that.
"How exactly did my people offend you? Tell me. Name your terms—so long as you can name them, anything can be negotiated!" The big shot knew how to read the situation and kept his posture low. This Mutant might be slaughtering everyone in sight, but he was too young and inexperienced. Young people could not resist flattery. They were usually soft rather than hard, and speaking nicely would make negotiations easier.
But he had chosen the wrong person. Donnie broadly understood many of their secrets and had no intention of letting them go. He wanted even more to wipe this place out in one go, leaving no one alive. Only then could he prevent information from leaking and drawing the wrath of a vampire army.
"For the glory of the vampires!"
Suddenly, a resolute shout came from nowhere. Without warning, a Rocket Launcher shell slammed solidly into Optimus Prime, triggering a violent explosion! The blast was tremendous, catching Optimus Prime off guard and costing him a number of parts.
Glory my ass! Glory to your whole damn family! Who the hell stabbed me in the back at a time like this?!
The big shot cursed furiously, nearly dying of rage. He wanted to drag that idiot out. They could not even save their lives, and they were still talking about glory? The big shot had lived for several centuries and, barring accidents, could live for much longer. He wanted to keep living. He did not want to die.
Donnie did not want to wait any longer. He was already injured. Fortunately, it was a blade wound. If it had been a bite wound, that would have been a serious problem. He controlled Optimus Prime, aiming both the Rocket Launcher and the Vulcan cannon at the big shot. Amid the man's desperate curses, he bombarded him into dust.
After the slaughter, facing the vampires' hysterical counterattack, Donnie had gained many wounds. Most were gunshot wounds to his thighs, but in the end, he still turned the place into ruins. He purged every vampire and Ha-Ghost Clan member there, threw the Old Bartender into the car, and hurried away under the cover of night.
That very night, for some unknown reason, a piece of news quietly spread through the underground world, detailed and convincing:
That Mechanic Donnie had gone to war with the vampires again, unleashing a massacre.
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