Assault

This world has always been troublesome, and Donnie has had to spend more time planning for the future.

The immediate priority is to find a way to reignite the Spark and become a Level 4 Mutant again. When the Spark first awakened, it was unstable and only squandered energy, leading to a lot of wasted effort and severe damage.

He needs to become stronger, find a way to create more Transformers, and throw them into the endless wars of the future.

Donnie doesn't want to beg; he's only willing to strive for it himself.

The first hurdle will be the vampires.

Donnie was blocked by a group of guys.

A large number of vehicles surrounded Donnie's small convoy. Armed militants poured out of the cars, fully equipped with various weapons pointed at Donnie. They glared menacingly, ready to blast Donnie to smithereens at the leader's command.

The vampires had put a lot of effort into dealing with Donnie. With so many personnel and weapons, a full-on assault could indeed cause significant trouble.

A car drove directly in front of Optimus Prime, drifting to a stop sideways in front of Donnie. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

Donnie faced them indifferently. Another group of Ha-Ghosts, these lackeys who betrayed their own kind were the most detestable.

"Mr. Donnie, I've heard much about you. Today, I represent the Vampire Kingdom and wish to have a word with you." The glasses man's tone was gentle. As a negotiation expert among the Ha-Ghosts, he often represented the vampires in dealings with major human factions, achieving remarkable success. He was also highly regarded in the Vampire Kingdom, one of the few qualified to directly face the vampire higher-ups.

"Damn lackeys!" Donnie cursed, disdainful of speaking with them.

The glasses man raised an eyebrow. He had prepared for all of Donnie's possible responses. As long as he was willing to talk, it was fine. A person too lazy to even curse was the hardest to negotiate with, as it meant they were ready to break ties and fight to the death.

Donnie was still willing to curse them; this was a good sign.

"Mr. Donnie, I have a detailed understanding of what happened, and I believe this might be a misunderstanding." The glasses man was full of confidence. After much thought, he felt that the Vampire Kingdom and mutants like Donnie had no deep-seated hatred. The key issue was that slippery old bartender.

"Damn lackeys!" Donnie continued to curse.

The glasses man was somewhat displeased and said patiently, "Mr. Donnie, could you tell us why you attacked the Thompson Family's stronghold? We can actually talk and resolve this conflict, which would be beneficial for you." He adjusted his sleeve, trying to appear more confident and approachable.

"Damn lackeys!" Donnie insisted on cursing.

The glasses man's expression turned a little grim. What was the point of just cursing without addressing the issue? He took a deep breath, intending to continue the negotiation.

But someone wouldn't give him the chance to negotiate, or rather, certain individuals within the vampire ranks didn't want the two sides to reconcile. They had their own plans.

"For the glory of the vampires!"

A sudden roar came from the crowd, filled with a sense of impending doom. A burst of ineffective bullets was fired towards Donnie.

The glasses man was so angry he dropped his glasses. In a panic, he ordered his men to open fire and commanded his vehicle to turn and flee.

He had witnessed too much scheming, and at this moment, he felt a chill. There was an openly rebellious force within the Vampire Kingdom, openly defying the council's resolutions! Most importantly, the trustworthy force he brought had been infiltrated by malicious individuals! Who was it? Deacon? Did the council know about this? If they did, why send him? What did they take him for, cannon fodder?

This was utterly outrageous!

Donnie's expression was blank. He wasn't surprised by this familiar scene. Although he didn't know the ambitious Deacon's motive for insisting on Donnie going to war with the vampires, he was certain of one thing: that guy wouldn't stand by and watch a peace talk. If there was a talk, he would disrupt it.

This was also something Donnie couldn't understand. Deacon's most important task right now should be achieving godhood, so why insist on dragging Donnie into this? What benefit would it bring to Deacon, who was also a vampire?

Unless it was to eliminate rivals, but the cost was too high. A war between mutants and vampires could break out at any moment, and Deacon wouldn't escape it either. Besides, which council member would personally roll up their sleeves and fight Donnie? The deaths of some low-level vampires would be of no consequence to them.

With a series of clicks, four cars and a motorcycle transformed rapidly under the Mechanic's control. Five war machines took final shape amidst the gunfire, revealing their menacing mechanical faces, with assembled muzzles pointed at the crowd.

Donnie stood in the center, with countless Transformers of various sizes forming an irregular battle armor around his body. From behind the metal mask, his gaze was indifferent.

With Deacon around, he wouldn't be able to have any peace. He didn't want peace either. Vampires were a cancer that needed to be eradicated if the opportunity arose, especially since he was counting on plundering some wealth from them.

"Kill him! Don't give him a chance to retaliate!" "Where are the heavy weapons? Hurry up and set them up, blast this mutant to death in one go!"

The Ha-Ghosts shouted noisily. They moved with practiced discipline, clearly a well-trained unit, the Ha-Ghost clan's own armed force. They had used this unit to handle many tasks that vampires were unsuited for.

For example, ambushing Donnie in broad daylight. The Ha-Ghosts were best suited for such a task.

They had indeed trained to deal with Donnie. The most crucial point was firepower suppression; they absolutely couldn't allow Donnie's war machines any room to maneuver, or it would be over. Those mechanical soldiers were capable of easily annihilating their flesh-and-blood bodies.

Several grenades were the first to strike Donnie. Optimus Prime, being the tallest, stepped forward to shield him. Two giant Vulcan cannons assembled, their barrels rotating, unleashing a torrent of bullets that stirred up a bloody storm. Shrieking screams accompanied by flying blood formed a brutal spectacle.

A few grenades hit Optimus Prime, but they didn't cause significant damage. Although some parts were destroyed, Donnie didn't care! He didn't care how much he lost; he cared more about how much damage he could inflict on the enemy!

Donnie's ruthless attack was just the beginning. The war between the Mechanic and the vampires had officially begun.

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