Vampires

"Take this. Secretly shine it on everyone. There's at least one vampire spy within SSR."

After confirming that the Howling Commandos had not been replaced, Su Ming handed the tube lamp to Fury.

Nathaniel had handed the blood sample to Howard within SSR. Logically, the vampires outside should never have known about it, much less organized an assassination.

Someone inside must have leaked the matter, and the most likely suspect was a vampire or one of the Worshippers of Death.

The so-called Worshippers of Death were vampire devotees. They were humans, but for various reasons, they served the vampires.

Most of them had experienced the ultimate pleasure and become the vampires' sex slaves. They did everything they could to please their masters just so they could experience the pleasure of being fed on again.

There would be even more Worshippers of Death in the Future. People controlled by drugs or money could easily become one.

"What abilities and weaknesses do vampires have?" Fury did not rush into action. Instead, he asked about the enemy's weaknesses. He understood Deathstroke's style.

"They have every ability you've read about in storybooks, but most of the weaknesses recorded in those books don't apply." Su Ming gave him an approving look, as though he thought highly of the charcoal-black man. "A stake through the heart is useless. Crosses are useless too."

"What about garlic?" Dugan lifted his bowler hat and scratched his head.

"If you're bitten by a vampire and embraced, injecting fifty milliliters of concentrated garlic essence within eight hours gives you a twenty percent chance of surviving cleanly."

Deathstroke answered calmly. As for what happened to the other eighty percent, there was no need to say.

"Then how are we supposed to deal with a group of mythical creatures?" asked one of the