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Mike witnessed Werewolf by Night tearing apart Vampire with his hands. The word bloody cannot describe the scene.
There were stumps and colorful entrails everywhere.
One thing is strange, these dead Vampire were not immediately reduced to ashes.
"He was left alive." Mike found that Werewolf by Night was angry, but his vision was clear, and his sanity was obviously eroded by animal nature - this is a bit remarkable.
Vampire, who was blocked in the corner, was the only survivor. This guy was so scared that he peed.
Literally.
A pool of yellow water flowed from his crotch.
Mike learned for the first time that Vampire can also excrete.
Strange knowledge increased.
When you feel that Vampire is mysterious, elegant and noble, imagine that Dracula is constipated and squatting on the toilet with a ferocious look, and you will probably not have inexplicable worship. The same applies to your god or goddess. The best place for creatures like idols to survive is in fantasy. When you think that idols can also eat, drink, and defecate and continue to worship them, it has probably been beaten by society and matured.
Of course, Mike doesn't know if Dracula is constipated, so he will ask in person if he has the opportunity.
Blade asked the frightened Vampire: "Where is Dracula?"
Vampire shook his head desperately.
"Don't tell me?!" Blade looked at him sternly and was about to draw his sword and send him on his way.
Mike held on to Blade speechlessly.
"How can he know the whereabouts of Dracula?" Mike turned to Vampire, "Is that right? Just nod your head. Calm down, okay? Inhale~exhale~, are you feeling better?"
Vampire nodded desperately, then took a deep breath.
Mike said, "You must have seen that my friend is quite irritable, so it is best to tell everything you know, otherwise the fate of your accomplice will be..."
Mike turned sideways and presented the bloody scene to the little minions again.
The little guy's legs twitched, and his prostate almost exploded with fear. He bravely said, "Unless you let me go, I won't say a word."
"Okay. Does he know who it is?" Mike thought about it for a while and pointed at Blade.
"I know, Blade."
"It will be easier if you know his reputation. Use his credibility as a guarantee."
Only then did the little guy reveal what he knew.
It turns out that the person in charge of this warehouse is a human police detective named Martin and Danica Carlos' subordinate, the Asian Vampire Viyag.
The minions are often responsible for "delivering meals" to big shots. They know that there is a building in the city center that has a particularly high security level and that big shots often come and go.
"Oh, thank you." Mike smiled.
"Can I leave?" the boy asked cautiously.
"I have no objection." Mike said.
The little guy just wanted to get up.
The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at his head.
Blade takes action.
"You said you wouldn't kill me!" the minion said loudly.
"Yes, I won't kill you, and I don't have any problem with you leaving." Mike smiled.
"I have an opinion!" Blade grinned, showing his white teeth.
"He swears on your credibility." The little guy was still struggling.
"Haha, unfortunately, I never talk about credibility with Vampire. If I have to have a number, it will definitely be a negative number." Blade pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit the little gangster between the eyebrows, and his last thought was, "A bunch of liars!"
Haha, Article 10 of the Code of Conduct for Primary School Students in a Corrupt Country: "Bad people can cheat."
Even primary school students know something, but do we still need to focus on it?
A siren sounded outside.
Blade asked Mike: "Did you call the police?"
Mike shook his head. "How is that possible? My mind is not broken."
Morbius raised his hand. "I seemed to have triggered the alarm when I opened the door."
Blade: "..., you didn't tell me earlier."
Mike clapped his hands. "The one who came must be Vampire Cultists named Martin. It's just a good idea to solve it together and save yourself a trip later."
The minions have confessed a lot of Vampire Cultists, including rich men, police detectives, lawyers, reporters, professors, celebrities, politicians... all of them are social elites. These people unite and use them to deal with civilians, and they can easily cover the sky with one hand.
Blade said, "That's right, but Martin is Vampire Cultists, and his subordinates may not be, so try to be merciful."
Mike likes the word "try to". When the Virgin Bitch is here, I will definitely use words like "must" and "certainly".
Damn, there are also United States policemen with live ammunition on the opposite side.
Mike agrees.
Morbius and Werewolf by Night also have no objections.
Blade suddenly remembered. "You have been thinking about it for a long time. Are you really considering letting that Vampire go?"
Mike laughed, "How is that possible? I'm an ADC. It's normal for people to be cautious, right?"
Blade: "..., although I don't understand what you are talking about, I am sure you are talking nonsense. Okay, on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Werewolf by Night took the lead, while Morbius took a step back and disappeared into the darkness.
People were quickly overwhelmed outside.
Mike casually knocked out a rookie policeman, only to realize that there were no more heads to pick up.
Looking at Blade, Werewolf by Night, and Morbius, the most efficient one is Morbius. He is elusive in the shadows and is very proficient in the structure of the human body - a biochemist, so that's normal. Every time he appears, at least one of them falls down.
Werewolf by Night, who rushed at the front, attracted most of the firepower. However, ordinary bullets could not break through the lush hair and tough skin.
Blade pointed a gun at Martin.
Martin is a bald black man, well-dressed and neat. He looks like the kind of leader who sits in an office rather than fighting on the front lines.
If it weren't for Vampire Factory's ability to join the noble blood clan in the future, Martin wouldn't have taken action personally. Unexpectedly, he turned over.
Martin forced himself to calm down. "Who are you? You attacked a police officer. This is a federal felony..."
Mike rolled up Martin's sleeves, revealing Vampire Cultists's tattoo, "Can you please stop acting? The acting is too awkward and has no soul."
Martin was silent, "I won't say anything. If I say it, I will be dead. You can't imagine how terrifying that is, and no one can stop him."
"Pfft!" Mike couldn't help laughing.
Capture a frog in the well.
"Oh." Blade shot Martin directly in the stomach.
Mike asked, "..., why did you shoot suddenly?"
Blade:"He said it, but he didn't say anything."
Mike: "That's just a tough talk. As villains, tough talk is their style. They are just tough talkers. Also, if you want to kill someone, can you shoot the vital part, the heart, the head... Just give it a shot, treat it as a good deed."
Martin quickly raised his hand to show that he knew everything and said that the shot did not hit the internal organs and could be rescued.
Mike:"Hehe."
How tough can such a person be if he is so afraid of death that he treats Vampire like a dog? Anyway, Mike thinks it is a big joke.
Sure enough, he and Blade sang and sang together, and Martin talked a lot in just two words.
Mike memorized more than twenty names, and the one above was Vampire Cultists provided by Martin, all of whom were senior executives of the New York Police Department.
"So many?" Blade's face changed. New York Police Department is owned by Vampire's family.
Mike talked about the paper and said, "We can't believe these bureaucrats. There are probably ten Vampire Cultists out of the twenty or so, and the rest are probably Martin's enemies or stumbling blocks on his promotion path. Don't underestimate the shamelessness of bureaucrats and politicians. They have regarded it as their instinct to eliminate their opponents."
Martin's face changed.
Mike knew that he had guessed correctly. He smiled coldly, "The mechanism is too clever, but it is useless and one person will die."