You're in Trouble

Waaaaah———

A retro-style steam locomotive slowly approached the station, and after a long whistle, the long black train came to a stop.

Amelia's subordinates gave the signal, and soon the waiting welcoming party responded.

Russell pushed open the car window, looked at the hazy night and rainy scene, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand, his fingertips rubbing together to moisten them. "It's raining, I love rainy days the most."

"Why?" Amelia, dressed in a black, tight-fitting leather outfit, gently wiped her Knight Sword and asked casually.

Because schadenfreude is the root of happiness, every time it rains, you can see hurried pedestrians running wildly in the rain.

As Russell thought this, he said aloud, "Rain can wash away restlessness and cool down this noisy world; it's a kind of purification!"

Amelia didn't continue the topic, but instead said, "You were right, there really was an ambush in the station, because it was too quiet here."

"What do you mean? Does that mean your vampire welcoming ceremony involves banging drums and setting off firecrackers?"

"No, it's so quiet here that it's chilling me to the bone..."

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap—

A burst of gunfire interrupted Amelia's words.

On the parking sheds on both sides of the station platform, dozens of dark figures with guns stood, bursts of fire erupting as dense crossfire swept down.

The train windows shattered instantly, and bullets pierced the Ironhide, leaving numerous bullet holes. The gunfire continued for half a minute before stopping.

Inside the carriage, a water curtain rose up to form a barrier, protecting Russell on both sides and blocking this premeditated attack.

Amelia brandished her Knight Sword, deflecting the incoming bullets. Perhaps because Russell was only concerned with himself, which displeased the petty woman, several bullets occasionally bounced towards him.

After the gunshots stopped, the attackers on both sides noticed something was wrong. There wasn't a single scream on the train; it was as if it were an empty train.

It was indeed an empty train. Following Russell's friendly reminder, Amelia had her subordinates leave halfway through the journey and follow behind the train. As soon as the gunfire ceased, more than fifty vampire warriors rushed out from the dark end of the train tracks.

They moved with incredible speed, firing their guns at the attackers on the platform. Using the cover of fire, they accelerated their charge, leaping onto the train roof and parking shed in an instant.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap—

Gunfire erupted again. The attackers reloaded their magazines, and a bizarre thing happened: Amelia's subordinate, after being shot, not only failed to heal himself but also collapsed to the ground in agony. Purple light emanated from a single hole in his body, and the red blood in his veins turned fluorescent purple. In no time, his entire body withered and turned into a desiccated corpse, gradually turning into ashes.

The scene was horrific, like being scorched by the blazing sun, only much slower. Amelia's subordinates were horrified, terrified by the tragic deaths of their comrades, and scattered in all directions to find cover.

In just a few seconds, more than half of the fifty vampire warriors were dead, with no one injured and none of those shot survived.

The unexpected turn of events surprised Amelia in the carriage. Russell suddenly remembered something, and a curtain of water enveloped one of the attackers, snatching his pistol away.

Russell removed the magazine, looked at the specially made fluorescent bullets inside, and grinned, saying, "You're in trouble. UV Bullets, using sunlight as a weapon, to kill vampires one shot at a time."

Upon hearing this, Amelia's face turned cold. Instinctively repelling sunlight, she immediately took two steps back and picked up the walkie-talkie beside her, ordering her subordinates to evacuate immediately.

Sunlight is an insurmountable obstacle for vampires; the attacker is armed with a sharp weapon, and her people have no chance of winning.

The vampires, relieved to receive the order, fled in all directions, brandishing their guns in retaliation. A perfect counter-encirclement battle, under the authority of science and technology, turned into an embarrassing farce of suicide.

In fact, among these escaped vampire warriors, there are many powerful experts. For example, when Russell encountered four vampire guards at the amusement park, they were capable of blocking bullets when they got serious.

But the Sunlight Weapon were too terrifying; one shot was enough to kill, and they simply couldn't muster the courage to fight.

The attackers persisted, splitting into two groups. One group pursued with guns drawn, while the other group surrounded the carriage where Amelia was located.

Amelia's face was as cold as ice. She stepped onto the platform with her Knight Sword, and a rain of purple bullets came, all of which she deflected with her longsword.

Upon seeing this, the attackers ceased their pointless firing and, under Amelia's astonished gaze, roared and transformed into Werewolf over two meters tall, covered in black fur.

Amelia was surprised by how many times she'd been there tonight. Seeing this, she chuckled to herself, "With so many Werewolf, is London the stronghold of vampires or Werewolf...?"

"Roar roar roar————"

More than twenty Werewolf charged, leaving afterimages in their wake, and lunged at Amelia with their claws.

Sword light! Claw shadows! Blood!

On the platform, Amelia gripped her sword with both hands and swung it rapidly, her speed doubling in her rage.

The air seemed to freeze under the rapidly dancing sword shadows, first being sliced into pieces by the chaotic sword energy, and then exploding and swirling under the wind pressure.

The interplay of light and shadow creates mottled marks that appear densely on the platform floor, walls, and train. As these marks accumulate, the hard ground is upturned, intersecting to form deep ravines.

Several dark figures flashed around Amelia, but they were far inferior to her in both speed and strength. Corpses and blood flew and fell to the ground, yet they strangely formed a circle around her, none of them able to get close to the range of the Knight Sword.

In no time, the platform was riddled with holes, the nearby stone pillars were cut off by the sword energy, and the ground was as if it had been bombed, with large swaths of soil turned up and the area completely unrecognizable.

In the other carriage, Russell watched the beautiful woman wielding a sword and suddenly realized he had talked too much. If he hadn't reminded Amelia, the scene would have been even more exciting to watch her fight in an evening gown.

"Roar roar roar————"

A low growl sounded, and five tall Werewolf surged in from both sides of the carriage, their fangs bared and drool dripping, clearly targeting Russell as well.

It was a misunderstanding, but there was nothing to explain. Russell glanced at the Werewolf and continued watching the battle.

The five Werewolf were swept over with disdainful gazes, roaring as they pounced. Just a second before they were about to touch Russell, a burst of water erupted before their eyes, and they were all enveloped in a water sphere.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Werewolf struggled fiercely, its claws lashing out with immense force, sweeping away large swathes of water; its strength far surpassed that of the vampire.

More and more trickles of water crept in from outside the car window, merging into the water sphere and expanding. Just as the Werewolf's struggles were losing strength, Russell abruptly cut off the water source, pulled out his Desert Eagle, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Watching the bullet holes on the Werewolf heal rapidly, Russell estimated that their vitality was stronger than that of the vampires.

After loading a few Silver Bullets given to him by Amelia, Russell fired again, hitting five Werewolf in the forehead.

No need to overthink it, just like with vampires, shoot them in the head!