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Red and blue lights lit up the entire street as the shrill sound of sirens shattered the quiet of the night.
After the bloodbath, a few people still survived inside the nightclub. They were dazed and trembling, covered in blood—looking as if they'd just crawled out of hell.
And in truth, after what they had just experienced, it really was like stepping into hell.
Still, they were the lucky ones—at least they hadn't been bitten. At least they were still alive.
In just a short span of time, most people had been drained of their blood, and those who had been bitten but were still alive were finished off with a blade.
There was no other choice—he couldn't save the ones who had been bitten.
Hesitation wasn't an option. If those people turned into vampires the next day, they would only bring more death and destruction.
Several girls who had been locked in cages were rescued.
Their fear and trauma ran even deeper. They would need a long time to recover—and for some, this experience would become a lifelong shadow that haunted them forever.
Raven had already left with the girl.
At this moment, what that girl needed most was her family by her side.
High above, on a rooftop shrouded in darkness...
Blade, Coulson, and Mike stood silently, listening to the commotion below, each with a different expression on their face.
Blade's expression was calm. He had seen this sort of thing many times before—scenes far bloodier than this one were nothing new to him.
Vampires—these long-lived monsters—were far more depraved and brutal than anyone could imagine.
Coulson's expression was grim as he said, "Vampires... They've lived on Earth for so many years. Why was there almost no sign of them in the past, yet now they're surfacing more and more frequently, and getting bolder each time?"
It was exactly because of the increasing number of vampire incidents that S.H.I.E.L.D. had begun to take notice of Blade, the vampire hunter—and why Coulson had been sent here to make contact and recruit him.
Blade let out a cold smile, though his eyes were filled with ice. "Because of one vampire—Deacon Frost."
"He's recently become one of the vampire leaders. Compared to those thousand-year-old relics, he's a young one."
"Young people are always full of ambition and fire. Unlike the old ones who prefer to stay hidden, he does things recklessly, without restraint. That's why the vampires under him are all a bunch of radicals."
"They kill. They revel in the night. They think they're the true rulers of the darkness—and to them, Deacon Frost is their king."
Deacon Frost...
Coulson silently committed the name to memory and asked, "Any more intel?"
Blade tapped his forehead thoughtfully. "Let me think... Ah, right. Some humans want to become vampires—to gain immortality. So they work for the vampires. They're called blood thralls."
"To prevent these thralls from being mistaken for prey, vampires usually mark them with special tattoos. Like this…"
As he spoke, he used his blade to draw a few lines on the ground.
Coulson took note of the pattern. "Thanks."
Blade gave him a sidelong glance. "I'm telling you this because I want S.H.I.E.L.D. to pull its weight. Help me find Deacon Frost."
"Do something useful. Stop watching me 24/7. I've said it before—I'm not joining S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm not becoming some agent. I just want to keep doing what I do—hunting vampires."
Coulson gave a wry smile. "Alright. I'll pass your message on to the higher-ups."
Whistle!
Blade whistled and grinned. "I like guys who don't waste time."
Coulson straightened his expression. "If you need our help, feel free to reach out."
Though Blade preferred working solo, he still nodded. "No problem."
After a brief pause, he turned to Coulson and, in a low voice, nodded toward Mike—who had been silent the whole time, staring off into the distance—and asked, "Who's that guy?"
Coulson blinked innocently. "Who's who?"
Blade curled his lip and gave a low chuckle.
Clearly, Coulson wasn't going to tell him.
But that was fine—as long as he knew the guy wasn't an enemy.
Mike's scene of instantly wiping out a large number of vampires had truly shocked him.
Coulson looked at Mike and asked, "Mr. Mike... what will you do next? Head back to the hotel?"
Mike shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the distance. "The night's still young. I suddenly feel like getting some exercise."
Hearing this, Coulson's eyes narrowed slightly, while Blade looked at Mike in surprise.
"Buddy, even if you want to mess with those bloodsuckers, do you even know where they are? I don't have any info on their locations," Blade said, shrugging. "We already took out a bunch tonight—that was a lucky break."
Mike gave a faint smile. "I can find them."
At least, the vampires currently in the city—he could locate them right now.
He hadn't just been standing there in a daze earlier.
He had been using his super hearing and super vision to track down vampire activity.
Vampires were easy to distinguish—their hearts no longer beat. As long as Mike swept the area with his x-ray-enhanced super vision, he could identify them and pinpoint where they were gathering.
While Coulson and Blade were speaking, Mike had already located several vampire nests.
Just as Blade opened his mouth to scoff at Mike's words, Mike vanished in a blur.
Blade turned to look at Coulson and muttered, "Who is this guy? Cocky as hell. Whatever. I'm out."
"Wait a moment," Coulson said with a strangely calm tone. "Those vampires are done for. He's angry."
He turned to Blade and added, "He's strong—has a lot of powers you wouldn't believe. You might just witness a miracle."
"Miracle…" Blade gave a cold chuckle. "I don't believe in that crap."
Suddenly, a burst of golden light appeared in the distance. Even against the city's dazzling lights, the golden glow stood out sharply.
Blade froze, while a wide smile spread across Coulson's face.
It had begun.
Coulson had been watching Mike's expression ever since he entered the nightclub.
Disgust. Rage. Killing intent.
The vampires in this city… they were doomed.
Coulson was absolutely certain of it.
One… two… three…
Mike darted across the city, purging one vampire nest after another.
Too weak.
These vampires were far too weak.
Mike had several "Lux" cards—Light Sorceress cards—in his arsenal. After manifesting her power, he would arrive at a nest and unleash bursts of radiant, holy light magic. As the energy exploded, every vampire within would be reduced to ash.
Each purge took mere seconds.
Another nest.
Mike moved through it at a speed that no one could detect.
As he moved, he deployed orbs of light energy—created with Luminous Singularity spells—placing them at precise locations around the nest. These placements ensured that when they detonated, the holy light would flood every inch of the space.
Then, with a swift motion, he grabbed the stunned vampire leader and darted out of the nest.
(End of Chapter)