Times Have Changed
The monsters swarmed forward, demonstrating that following the proper procedures was irrelevant; their stomachs were still growling.
Russell's eyes swept across the area, and he channeled Magic Power into the Desert Eagle God, causing the Mana Light Blade to extend more than ten meters.
Blue light flashed, and sharp sword energy crossed twice in the hall. In an instant, the monsters froze in place, their bodies severed into several pieces along neat tangents.
Blood flowed freely, severed limbs littered the ground, screams mingled with piercing howls—a scene straight out of hell.
The monsters' fatal weakness is their hearts, while vampires are extremely resilient, their severed bodies and limbs healing in no time.
Russell flung his hand and pulled the trigger repeatedly, smashing all the bottles on the liquor cabinet. The Nenya, Ring of Water flashed with a faint light, and the alcohol turned into fine rain, drifting in the enclosed space.
Before the monsters could get up, Russell brandished his light blade, cleared a path, and pushed open the staff entrance door to go inside.
The moment the door closed, he turned his head and spat on the ground, sending up a burst of white light that crackled with Electric Arc.
Crackle!
The spark ignited the alcohol, and the carpets, sofas and other items easily caught fire. Soon after, the walls, ceilings and other flammable decorations were ignited, and the flames spread and turned the hall into a sea of fire. The intense heat caused the air to expand violently in an instant.
Rumble—
A violent explosion filled every corner of the bar's lobby, and roaring flames burst through the doors. Russell walked forward without looking back, glancing at the security camera above at the corner.
Inside the monitoring room, the elegantly dressed man was dumbfounded. He held a wine glass to his lips, and the crimson liquid spilled directly onto his thigh.
"Damn it, where the hell did this monster come from?!"
Realizing what had happened, the man immediately launched into a tirade of curses, grabbing the man operating the computer and yelling, "You said he was an unofficial employee with no fighting ability, then what just happened? He killed everyone!"
The younger brother was stunned and stammered, "I don't know, but... Boss, that's what it says in the file."
The man's eyes flashed coldly, his pupils turning a deep blue, and two bloodsucking fangs were revealed in his Barry: "That guy deceived us. He withheld important information. That damned bastard..."
"Boss, that monster is getting closer to us, what should we do?"
The younger brother pointed to the surveillance footage. Under the lens, two silver-white dual pistols displayed astonishing destructive power. Russell seemed to have activated a cheat code, slaughtering everything in his path. Neither vampires nor lower-level ugly monsters could stop his advance.
The man stared at the screen, his pupils shrinking slightly. "You guys try to stop him. I'm going to find the Grand Elder. There's been a major error in our intelligence. This is a conspiracy against us."
After saying that, the man pressed the red button under the control panel. The electronic instruments in the room flashed and sparked, all of them becoming scrap metal. He picked up two pistols from the table, tucked them into his waistband, pushed open the door to the monitoring room, and disappeared in a jog.
The underlings looked at each other speechlessly, imagining their mission to cover Russell's retreat, and all shuddered. They rushed out and chased after the departing man.
"Boss, wait for us..."
"You have important intelligence on your person and need our protection!"
Thud! Thud! Thud—
Russell stood on the concrete floor, holding his two pistols to his chest, switching back and forth between rapid-fire penetrating bullets and high-intensity destructive bullets, killing the monsters rushing out from both sides of the corridor one by one.
The system has rated it as a permanent skill of Gun Kata, allowing the user to wield both guns as if they were extensions of their body, moving with complete freedom and ease.
The ugly monster's attack power is negligible, and its intelligence is lacking after transformation, making it nothing more than cannon fodder. The vampires, on the other hand, perform admirably; even without close combat, it's clear that their speed, strength, and reflexes far surpass those of ordinary humans.
However, despite his quick reaction, he was still a fingertip slower than Russell. Often, the vampire would be shot in the head by a hail of bullets as soon as he raised his gun.
Therefore, from beginning to end, this group failed to mount any significant counterattack; it was a one-sided Carnage.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—
After taking down the last few vampires, Russell shook the overheated barrel of his gun, his eyes gleaming with blue light as he searched for any remaining vampires.
The sound of shattering glass rang out, and several dark figures landed one by one outside the window at the end of the corridor. Russell rushed to the window; in the parking lot, a group of eight people jumped into three black sedans, started the engines, and prepared to flee.
Russell raised his Desert Eagle, loaded it with high-intensity Mana Bullet, and was about to pull the trigger when he lowered the muzzle, smashed the window with the butt of the gun, and jumped from the fifth floor.
In the parking lot, two cars drove away first, and the last car had a problem with its ignition system. The white man in the driver's seat tried to start the car several times but failed.
This scene is very common in movies. Generally speaking, when someone is being chased by the villain, this scene will happen!
Whether the car can be started successfully has nothing to do with luck, but depends on who is sitting in the car. If it is the male or female protagonist, they will escape successfully at the critical moment.
If you're just a minor character without even a name, then you're in a pretty bad situation. The moment the engine starts, the main villain will grab you by the neck and drag you out of the car.
Amid his companion's furious roar, the white man managed to start the car. Just as he was about to smile with relief, a fist smashed through the window, grabbed his neck, and twisted it with a snap.
Russell dragged the white vampire out of the driver's seat, and Desert Eagle pointed at the other two people in the car, coldly saying, "I'll count to three, get out..."
The pristine white color contrasts beautifully with the noble gold, the Desert Eagle boasts a magnificent design, its body covered in mysterious and delicate textures, and the blade beneath the muzzle gleams with a cold light.
"1...2..."
The two men, with a gun pointed at them, hurriedly pushed open the car door and ran out.
On the ground, the vampire with his neck broken got up with lingering fear. The three of them looked at each other, stared at the taillights of the departing car, and laughed foolishly. It's good to be alive.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The three headless corpses lay at the bottom, their limbs occasionally twitching.
Shortly after Russell left, two military armored vehicles were parked in the dimly lit alley, next to the large iron gate of the trash can.
Two fully armed special operations teams rushed off the armored vehicle, their entire bodies completely covered in black Tactical Gear, including helmets, vests, and gas masks.
Armed with Submachine Gun and other weapons, their waists were full of ammunition, and they stood in tactical positions, leaning against the wall and blocking the iron gate.
On the rooftop, four snipers occupied a concealed high point and communicated via earpieces.
"Team A, in position!"
"Team C in position, no issues confirmed!"
"Team D, take your positions. Something's amiss in the parking lot. Three vampire corpses have been discovered..."
"..."
Outside the gate, a heavily armed man planted Plastic Explosive and shattered the locked door, allowing the special operations team to file in.
Two minutes later, the group rushed into the bar lobby and stared in disbelief at the devastated ruins and charred, twisted corpses.
"Fcuk, who did this? It's... it's so damn beautiful!"
Ten minutes later, the floors were cleared one by one, and the special operations team found nothing but corpses everywhere they went.
Inside the parking lot, the captain in charge of the operation examined the three bodies, looking thoughtfully at the scattered shards of glass.
A fully armed team member approached and shook his head slightly. "Bishop Ian, the surveillance equipment has been destroyed, and we can't find any usable clues."
"Fall back!"
That's right, this squad is the secret combat unit of the Church that Russell made up. Don't be surprised by their weaponry; times have changed...