Sneaky Tactics

Daywalker Blade!

Donnie's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected to run into this legendary figure here.

Before Daywalker Blade was even born, his mother had been bitten by Deacon and infected with the vampire virus, beginning to turn into a Vampire. Yet she gave birth to Blade midway through the transformation.

From birth, Blade had been a unique half-human, half-Vampire lifeform. He was the greatest miracle born from countless impossibly unlikely events. He possessed the formidable physique and vitality of a Vampire, yet feared neither sunlight, silver, nor garlic like an ordinary human. Blade was the only person in the world who embodied all the advantages of both humanity and Vampires. But likewise, he had the same bloodlust impulses as other Vampires. He periodically developed an intense craving for human blood, forcing him to regularly inject serum to suppress it.

Blade was the most famous of all Vampire Hunters. Every day and every night, he lived in pursuit of Vampires, as though the meaning of his existence was to kill them all. Countless Vampires turned pale at the mention of his name. This powerful hunter who could walk beneath the sun was their greatest nightmare, and far too many Vampires had died by his hand over the years. Out of fear, the Vampires called Blade the "Daywalker," meaning a Vampire who walked in sunlight.

Blade could freely use silver weapons and UV Weapons, carry garlic spray close to his body, and kill Vampires as easily as slaughtering dogs.

Old Bartender did not recognize Blade Warrior, but he did not relax his guard in the slightest. With his eyes, he signaled Donnie, asking what they should do.

Donnie sized up the burly man who radiated a fierce, battle-hardened aura, remaining equally wary.

"The famous Blade Warrior... how did you know we'd come here?" Donnie asked. It made no sense. Blade was a fighting master, not someone with sensory abilities like Professor X.

"Strictly speaking, I didn't find you. My old partner did. He's an old guy—you should have seen him during the day." Blade put his sunglasses back on. They protected his eyes from harsh light, especially when he used flash grenades to kill Vampires.

Seen him during the day?

Donnie rubbed his bald head, his face twitching. "That annoying old man? I was so mad I wanted to punch him!" The old man who had stirred up trouble had left a deep impression on him. He had yanked off Donnie's wig, making the situation unbearably awkward.

Because his head was too shiny, it had even caused a commotion at the scene and nearly gotten him mobbed in the stands.

Blade burst out laughing, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. His four long fangs were especially conspicuous. "We had to confirm whether the legendary The Mechanic was truly lawfully neutral. For all we knew, you could have been some violent psychopath who slaughtered people indiscriminately. More importantly, we had to confirm whether The Mechanic had gone bald. A lot of people were saying The Mechanic had become a baldie."

That last line was delivered in a teasing tone, with more than a hint of gloating.

Donnie flew into a rage. "What's wrong with being bald? Don't you know it'll grow back soon? And what if I am bald? Am I eating your rice?"

Old Bartender suddenly asked, "How did you determine who we were after we disguised ourselves?" He did not trust this burly man who had appeared out of nowhere; his identity might have been fabricated. More than that, Old Bartender needed to know what had gone wrong. They had been so careful, so why had they still been discovered?

Blade Warrior told Old Bartender that Donnie's body temperature and heartbeat differed from those of ordinary people. Donnie's body temperature was lower than average, but the temperature of his brain was markedly higher. His heartbeat was also far slower than that of the ordinary people in the stands.

"My partner is very good at making this kind of body-scanning equipment. You should know that a Vampire's body temperature is around fifty degrees. You need this sort of device to determine whether someone is a Vampire," Blade said.

Old Bartender was only half-convinced, but he put away his weapon. Though he had not fully trusted this stranger, Blade at least did not seem to be an enemy. He kept his guard up deep inside.

The three gathered together to discuss their plans. Their objective was the same: hunt down Deacon. Blade wanted to avenge his mother and had never stopped pursuing Deacon. As for Donnie and Old Bartender, there was even less need to say it. Even just to prevent the Blood God from appearing, they had to give it everything they had.

Blade was battle-tested. He had experienced more combat than Donnie and Old Bartender combined, and he was more proficient in the world's major fighting styles. He advocated charging straight in and capturing the person in charge alive.

"Deacon would never set up one of his bases in a club out in the open. It's likely hidden somewhere, perhaps behind a secret passage or inside a concealed room. We need to capture the manager alive and make him lead the way." Blade spoke confidently. He knew Deacon better than anyone.

Donnie confirmed with him that the club could not possibly be filled entirely with Vampires. There had to be Ha-Ghost Clan members stationed there, since daytime was unsuitable for Vampire activity.

"Then let me handle it. I have a more reliable method. We'll kill all the extra Vampires and leave the Ha-Ghost Clan behind," Donnie said. He pulled out several newly purchased phones. As the AllSpark leaped, they rapidly assembled into several fully featured Mini-Transformers. Each one bared its teeth and claws, hopping around and showing off.

Blade lowered his head and stared in astonishment. Though he had heard much of Donnie's exploits and paid close attention to his actions because they were both fighting Vampires, only upon seeing these miraculous creations for himself did he understand why so many people were shocked by the wonder of this Mutant ability.

Creation Ability—such an ability had never existed in Mutant history. It was simply too astonishing, a miracle that turned decay into magic.

Holding his gun, Blade cautiously prodded one of the Mini-Transformers and clearly heard the crisp sound of metal striking metal.

"Don't underestimate these little guys. They're all Killing Machines. One little guy is enough to crush a whole group of people." Donnie smiled faintly, removed a row of UV grenades from his waist, separated them one by one, and handed them to the Mini-Transformers.

Each little guy held two or three grenades and spun around all over the floor. One of the Transformers simply flipped open a switch, making the other two men's eyes widen in alarm.

"An accident, an accident." Donnie sounded embarrassed as he hurriedly controlled the little guy to switch it off again.

To ordinary people, the greatest danger posed by these UV grenades was merely dazzling their eyes. Thus, they had no pull rings like ordinary grenades; one only needed to flip the switch.

Under Donnie's control, the little guys silently moved out while clutching the grenades, making not the slightest sound. Like grim reapers in the night, raising black scythes high, they rushed into the club.

They were too small to be easily noticed beneath the dim lights, but the UV grenades in their hands were deadly weapons of mass destruction. This tactic was extremely sneaky, but it was remarkably effective against Vampires.