How to Tell the Boss from the Underlings

Suburbs of Los Angeles!

The roar of engines grew louder as three expensive black sedans sped past, creating a whirlwind of hot air.

Three cars engaged in a series of thrilling lane changes and overtaking maneuvers, their black paint reflecting off the cars and creating a trail of dazzling light. But this wasn't a street race between street racers, nor was it a scene from a filming production; it was a high-speed chase where one car was chasing the other.

Inside the first black sedan, the manager of the Vampire Bar gripped the steering wheel with both hands, gritting his teeth and sweating profusely. His already pale face was now even more bloodless, turning deathly white.

Vampires possess superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and reflexes, with physical abilities far surpassing those of humans. Even without much driving practice, their extraordinary senses and reaction speed allow them to accelerate at breakneck speed.

However, something was amiss today. The priest chasing them was an amazing driver, and they couldn't shake him off no matter what they did.

"Boss, why don't we go to the Grand Elder's place?" the underling in the passenger seat asked tremblingly.

"Idiot, you've exposed the location of headquarters. The Grand Elder will execute us without the priest even lifting a finger."

"But... Boss, if this continues, we'll still die!"

"Contact headquarters and tell them we're being hunted by a very powerful priest. Ask them to set a trap so we can bring the priest over..."

"Yes, boss!"

In the last car, Russell gripped the steering wheel slowly and deliberately, not killing the vampires outright, but giving them a way out so that he could follow the clues and catch them all in one fell swoop.

By this time, Russell had already put on a black robe, with Cross necklace pulled out from his collar and hanging in front of his chest, indicating that he was a clergyman, in order to prevent his striking appearance from being too conspicuous and being accidentally injured by friendly forces.

I changed into this outfit to avoid unnecessary trouble—not trouble from the vampire camp, but trouble from the human side.

Sister Madeline once said that faith is no match for money and power, a sentiment Russell wholeheartedly agreed with, noting that humanity's desire for satisfaction is endless.

Those who have nothing crave money and power, while those who have money and power will try every means to keep everything forever.

It's good for people to have ambition, but unrestrained pursuit of desires can turn into addiction, leading to unscrupulous means and the use of any means necessary.

The world is never short of people willing to make deals with the devil, especially in the America, a country that dares to use the banner of God for the sake of desire. Those who have money and power will never give up the olive branch offered by vampires.

Vampires need to drink blood to survive. They are afraid of light, silver, Cross, and everything that dark creatures fear. However, vampires are long-lived and can live for a very, very long time.

This alone is enough to make many people follow in their footsteps. As for faith... who would want to see God if they were alive? Besides, it's not even certain that they'll actually see Him!

Having witnessed the underground blood bank in a small Mexico border town and the chaotic bar he had previously visited, Russell had reason to believe that humans were serving vampires.

Hissing sound—

The tires screeched against the ground, and the first black sedan suddenly swerved into the opposite lane, while the second car continued forward.

Without a second thought, Russell turned the steering wheel and followed the first black sedan, still trailing behind at a half-dead, steady pace.

He could sense that the other party had identified their target and was no longer wandering aimlessly.

Twenty minutes later, the black sedan braked suddenly to a stop, and three figures pushed open the car doors and fled in three separate groups.

This was a cemetery complex that was rarely visited at night. The slow speed of the car almost made Russell fall asleep. Before he could step on the brakes, he accidentally hit one of the fleeing figures.

The unfortunate vampire tumbled four or five times in mid-air before crashing to the ground with a thud, his neck twisted in a deformed way at a rather poignant angle.

On a human, such injuries would be incurable, but this vampire did not die immediately; instead, it gradually repaired the wounds in various parts of its body.

Buzzing!

Click! Click—

Russell floored the gas pedal and drove past, then reversed back, repeating this process three times before finally stopping, opening the door, and getting out.

The vampire lying on the ground had blood and filth flowing from his mouth and nose, and his mentality had completely collapsed. He had never seen such a sadistic clergyman as Russell; he was a complete devil.

"I know you're not dead yet. Tell me, did you set up an ambush here?"

A dark gun barrel was pointed at his head. Terror flashed in the vampire's eyes. He had willingly transformed into an undead creature because he was afraid of dying. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of foul blood, unable to make a sound due to his severe injuries.

"Not bad! I didn't realize there was such a courageous warrior like you among vampires..." Russell praised, then his tone turned cold. "If you keep playing dumb with me after I count to three, I'll shoot you dead."

"Hehe... I..."

"3!"

Clang!

Russell silently counted 1 and 2 in his mind, then uttered 3. The Mana Light Blade extended, sending the indomitable vampire warrior to hell.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, the moonlight dimmed, and the cemetery was shrouded in darkness. Only the blurry shadows of tombstones could be seen in the distance, and the occasional eerie hooting of an owl only intensified the terrifying atmosphere.

Russell glanced at it and didn't intend to go any further.

It's too open, with no cover or defense. What if the enemy has set up a dozen Gatling guns? If you walk in blindly, you'll just be asking for trouble.

After thinking for a moment, Russell silently chanted a spell and stuffed a wisp of soul into the vampire's corpse.

Jason: (゜一゜)

This body is quite good; judging from Jason's angle of view, he was only a few centimeters taller than Russell.

Russell rummaged through his Space Ring but couldn't find Jason's favorite Great Cleaver or Hockey Mask. He handed him the Adamantium Blade and, ignoring Jason's disgust, kicked him in the butt.

"Sneak in, kill them one by one, but don't kill them all..."

Russell paused, then added, "Keep the leaders behind. You follow them quietly. I need them to guide me."

Jason: (゜一゜)

"You don't know how to distinguish between a leader and his underlings?"

Jason: (゜一゜)

"Fool! The one with the Submachine Gun is the henchman, and the one with the pistol or a melee weapon is the leader!"

Watching Jason and his wife disappear into the night, Russell shook his head repeatedly. The good-for-nothing hadn't improved at all after following him for so long.

Russell returned to his car to wait, and soon after, a series of rapid and brief gunshots rang out from the cemetery.

The engines roared to life, and the vampires in the cemetery, suffering heavy casualties, began a strategic retreat. Perhaps many among them were genuine humans, but Russell would show them no mercy.

Those who plunge into darkness must eventually face the light!

Besides, it's just a few individuals; some websites lose tens or hundreds of billions of dollars every day!