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After an intense battle, Coulson dragged half of Deacon Frost's body, bound in vine whips, and quickly made his way toward Mike and Blade.
It was two in the morning, and the streets were nearly deserted. Since the fight had ended swiftly, it hadn't drawn much attention.
At this point, Deacon Frost was reduced to just the upper half of his body. Covered in wounds and filthy blood, he looked absolutely pitiful.
But even in that state, he stubbornly clung to life.
Vampires—their most remarkable trait was their cockroach-like vitality.
Don't be fooled by Frost's miserable appearance. As long as he received enough blood, he could still recover.
With a flick of the vine, Coulson returned to the rooftop, dragging Deacon Frost with him. He loosened the whip and dropped his "trophy" to the ground.
Frost let out a grim laugh, his gaze toward the three of them filled with rage and resentment.
Mike remained indifferent, but Blade seemed to enjoy the hatred in Frost's eyes.
He stepped forward and stomped on Frost's head, mocking him coldly. "What right do you have to be angry?"
"We didn't even lay a hand on you. You're the one who failed."
Though Blade preferred to deal with his enemies quickly and decisively, when it came to Deacon Frost, he didn't mind being cruel—letting the bastard savor every drop of despair.
Frost looked up at Blade with a sneer and chuckled coldly. "Heh, did you know? Your mother is still alive."
Blade froze, his expression flickering ever so slightly. "What did you say?"
"Hahaha!" Frost, noticing Blade's reaction, burst into manic laughter. "That's right. When I bit her back then, she didn't die. She became a vampire."
"Where is she?" Blade asked coldly.
"Where?" Frost licked the blood on his lips, a twisted grin on his face. "She's in my bed! She was quite good at it, too. By that logic, shouldn't you be calling me Daddy? Hahahaha!"
Murderous intent poured off Blade. His icy gaze locked on Frost as he slowly increased the pressure of his foot. Frost's face began to deform under the strain—his head on the verge of being crushed.
Coulson quickly pulled Blade back. "I still need him. Hold on."
He wanted to extract any useful intel on the vampires from him.
Blade hesitated, then reluctantly lifted his foot. Under Frost's gleeful, deranged gaze, he turned his head away with effort.
Looking at Coulson, Frost said cheerfully, "What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything—but give me a clean death."
He knew he was a dead man, so all he wanted was to die quickly. But he feared falling into Blade's hands—because that would be a fate worse than death.
As for betraying those old bastards from his clan...
He didn't feel a shred of guilt.
He was already as good as dead. Why should he care about what happens after he's gone?
Don't make him laugh.
So, after Coulson promised him a swift end, Frost decisively gave up a location. Then, with a sinister smile, he said, "Those old fools are holed up there. But if you want to take them down, you'd better hurry."
Maybe a few of those old relics would be joining him in hell.
Coulson nodded slowly at Frost.
The intel could very well be a trap, but S.H.I.E.L.D. would verify its authenticity before making any moves.
After a brief pause, Coulson asked, "One more thing—where is Blade's mother?"
Frost sneered. "You think I'd just tell you?"
"This is part of our deal. Didn't you say you'd tell me everything I wanted to know? If you won't, I'll just hand you over to Blade."
"Pah!"
Frost spat at Coulson. "Shameless."
"I'm a spy," Coulson replied calmly.
Frost: "..."
Seconds later, after extracting the information he needed, Coulson borrowed Blade's weapon and reduced Deacon Frost to ash—allowing Mike and Blade to fulfill their agreement.
Blade took back his weapon, his face a little dark.
If what Frost said was true, and his mother really was still alive… how was he supposed to face her, now that she was a vampire?
His mind was a complete mess.
"Thanks, Coulson," Blade muttered. He nodded at Mike, then leapt off the rooftop, vanishing swiftly into the darkness.
Watching Blade disappear into the night, Coulson allowed himself a faint smile.
This mission was, for the most part, complete.
Although Blade had not agreed to join S.H.I.E.L.D., they had exchanged contact information. At the very least, when it came to dealing with vampires, they could align their efforts and work together.
In addition to that, Coulson had also acquired crucial intelligence regarding the vampires.
As expected...
He glanced at Mike and grinned with satisfaction.
This guy was his lucky star.
Just then, he felt the power within his body quickly fading. Startled, he looked at Mike and asked, "Wait… this power isn't permanent?"
"You wish!"
Mike shot him an annoyed look.
Coulson sighed in disappointment.
He had really thought he'd gained some kind of supernatural ability.
Mike looked at Coulson and let out a low chuckle.
Though this type of card had originally been made as a joke, its effect wasn't half bad.
From the look on Coulson's face, it seemed like he was already addicted to it.
"Coulson."
Mike's tone suddenly grew serious.
Coulson paused. "What is it?"
"Don't play dumb. Don't forget to transfer my money back."
"Ah, come on!"
Coulson scratched his head and chuckled. "I thought it was all mine by now."
"Keep dreaming."
Mike curled his lip. "Raising kids is expensive."
Expensive…
What kind of kid costs billions?
Coulson was speechless.
Mike gave Coulson his bank account details, then said after a moment of thought, "There are still some scattered vampires left in the city. I'll leave them to you guys."
Just a few low-level stragglers—not enough to stir up real trouble. S.H.I.E.L.D. could handle them.
With that, Mike's figure flickered and vanished from sight.
Coulson looked down over the edge of the building, a faint trace of longing in his eyes.
After a few seconds, he let out a sigh and turned to head down the stairs.
He, too, wanted to walk an extraordinary path. He already missed that fleeting power.
…
At the same time, Mike, having teleported, appeared in his hotel room.
After a night of slaughter, the fury sparked by the vampires had mostly drained from his system.
"An unexpected bonus…"
Thinking of the money that was soon to hit his account, Mike murmured to himself with satisfaction.
He mentally calculated the assets he had left. The old father inside him finally felt a little less anxious.
It should be enough to cover those kids' wild antics for a while.
He walked over to Gwen's door and carefully cracked it open. Seeing her fast asleep and resting peacefully, Mike smiled and headed to the bathroom.
After a shower, feeling completely relaxed, Mike lay down and drifted off to sleep.
P.S.: Hmm…
Thank you to all the brothers and sisters who sent their "blessings." I'm truly touched.
I sleep late not because of the update time, but because I have to write until 1 a.m. every night just to keep up with the current release pace.
And lastly, to the brother who said I'm updating from the underworld...
If everyone's already asleep, I'll have to start calling out names.
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