Attack

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

His most urgent task was to find a way to rekindle his AllSpark and become a Level 4 Mutant again. When he had first awakened, the AllSpark had been unstable; he had only known how to squander its power recklessly, achieving half the result with twice the effort and leaving it far too severely damaged.

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

Donnie had no desire to pray humbly for favors. He only wanted to fight for what he wanted himself.

The first hurdle would begin with the vampires.

Donnie was stopped by a group of people.

A large number of vehicles surrounded Donnie's small convoy. Armed men poured from the cars, fully equipped and aiming all kinds of weapons at Donnie with predatory stares. At a single command from their leader, they would blast Donnie to pieces.

The vampires had put considerable effort into dealing with Donnie. With so many men and weapons, concentrated fire really could cause enormous trouble.

A car drove directly in front of Optimus Prime, then drifted sideways to face Donnie. Its window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of a bespectacled middle-aged man.

Donnie regarded him coldly. Another bunch of Ha-Ghost Clan members. These lackeys who had betrayed their own kind were the most detestable.

"Mr. Donnie, I've heard much about you. Today, I represent the Vampire Kingdom and would like to have a talk with you." The bespectacled man's tone was warm. As a negotiation expert among the Ha-Ghost Clan, he had often represented the vampires in dealings with humanity's major factions, achieving remarkable results. He was also highly valued within the Vampire Kingdom, one of the few qualified to meet the vampire higher-ups directly.

"Damn lackeys!" Donnie cursed, disdaining to speak with them.

The bespectacled man's brows rose. He had prepared for every possible response from Donnie beforehand. As long as Donnie was willing to speak, that was enough. The most difficult people to negotiate with were those too lazy even to curse, because that meant they had already decided to tear off all pretenses and fight to the death.

The fact that Donnie was still willing to curse them was a very good sign.

"Mr. Donnie, I've already learned the details of what happened. I believe this was most likely a misunderstanding." The bespectacled man was brimming with confidence. After considering it carefully, he felt that the Vampire Kingdom did not truly have any deep-seated grudge against a Mutant like Donnie. The key lay with that slippery Old Bartender.

"Damn lackeys!" Donnie continued to curse.

The bespectacled man grew somewhat displeased, but patiently said, "Mr. Donnie, could you tell us why you attacked the Thompson Family's stronghold? We can talk this over and resolve our conflict. It would benefit you as well." He adjusted his sleeves, trying to appear more confident and approachable.

"Damn lackeys!" Donnie stubbornly continued cursing.

The bespectacled man's expression darkened. What was this supposed to mean? Why did Donnie keep cursing without saying anything useful? He took a deep breath, preparing to continue the negotiations.

But someone would not give him another chance to negotiate. Or rather, certain people within the vampires did not want the two sides to reconcile. They had their own schemes.

"For the glory of the vampires!"

A sudden roar came from the crowd, carrying the resolve to die. A burst of harmless bullets shot toward Donnie.

The bespectacled man was so furious that he threw down his glasses. In a panic, he ordered his men to open fire and commanded his car to turn around and flee for its life.

He had seen too many schemes, but even he felt chilled at this moment. There were actually forces within the Vampire Kingdom openly splitting apart and publicly defying the council's decision! Most importantly, people with ulterior motives had infiltrated the trustworthy forces he had brought! Who was it? Deacon? Did the council know about this? If they did, why had they sent him here? What did they take him for, cannon fodder?

This was utterly outrageous!

Donnie remained expressionless. He was not surprised to see this familiar scene unfold again. Though he did not know why Deacon, that ambitious man, was so determined to drag him into a war with the vampires, one thing was certain: no matter what, Deacon could not stand by and watch the two sides negotiate peace. If they tried to talk, he would sabotage it.

This was also what Donnie had never been able to understand. Deacon's most important task right now should have been becoming a god. Why was he so determined to drag Donnie into this? What benefit could it possibly bring Deacon, who was also a vampire?

Unless he was eliminating dissidents, but the price was too great. One misstep could trigger a full-scale war between Mutants and vampires, and Deacon would not be able to escape it either. Besides, what councillor would personally roll up their sleeves and fight Donnie? The deaths of a few low-level vampires meant nothing to them.

Mechanical clanking rang out as four cars and a motorcycle rapidly transformed under The Mechanic's control. Five war machines took shape amid the gunfire, revealing savage mechanical faces as one assembled gun barrel after another aimed at the crowd.

Donnie stood in the middle as countless Mini-Transformers transformed into an irregular suit of armor around him. Behind the metal mask, his gaze was cold and indifferent.

With Deacon around, he would never have peace. Nor did he want peace. If he ever had the chance, he would uproot the cancer that was the vampires. Besides, he was counting on looting a batch of valuables from them.

"Kill him! Don't give him a chance to strike back!"

"Where are the heavy weapons? Set them up, now! Blow this Mutant to death in one shot!"

The Ha-Ghost Clan members shouted frantically, yet moved with disciplined coordination. It was clear that this was a rigorously trained force, the Ha-Ghost Clan's own armed unit. They had used this force to handle many matters unsuitable for vampires.

For example, ambushing and killing Donnie under the sun. The Ha-Ghost Clan was best suited for that.

They had indeed trained to deal with Donnie, and the most important point was fire suppression. They absolutely could not allow Donnie's War Machines even the slightest room to act, or they would be finished. Those mechanical soldiers were more than capable of easily wiping out their flesh-and-blood bodies.

Several grenades slammed toward Donnie first. Optimus Prime, the tallest among them, stepped forward to stand in front. Two massive Vulcan cannons assembled into shape, their barrels spinning as they roared out countless bullets and stirred up a bloody storm. Piercing screams and spurts of flying blood formed a cruel kind of beauty.

Several grenades struck Optimus Prime, but they did not cause much damage. Though they destroyed a few parts, Donnie did not care! He did not care how much he lost; he cared more about how much damage he could inflict on his enemies!

Donnie showed no mercy. This was only the beginning. The war between The Mechanic and the vampires had officially begun.

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