After the tension eased, the atmosphere in the dilapidated warehouse became harmonious.
After all, both sides shared the same goal: targeting Vampires.
"Dr. Karen, you truly are a genius. To have developed an anti-coagulant, something specifically for Vampires," Mike said, complimenting the Black female doctor after observing a tube of pale purple liquid.4
This anti-coagulant was incredibly destructive, capable of directly killing the red blood cells within a Vampire's body at a cellular level.
Dealing with low-level pureblood Vampires was effortless. Furthermore, if the dosage was sufficient, it could even kill high-level Vampires like Counts and Dukes.
For ordinary people, researching such a thing was already quite remarkable.
"Uh, it's nothing," Dr. Karen felt a bit awkward being praised at such close proximity by a super handsome man, even though she knew he didn't mean it that way.
This was practically using good looks to commit a crime—
After collecting her thoughts, the Black female doctor continued, "Actually, at first, I only wanted to research a cure for Vampire toxins. The inspiration came from Whistler's father's original antitoxin serum."
The Black female doctor did not hide the fact that she had been bitten by a Vampire; there were two distinct blood holes on her neck, with whitish edges showing signs of decay and enlargement.
"With your abilities, perhaps you could cooperate with the MIB to research a more effective antitoxin serum," Mike suggested to the female doctor and Whistler.
The undead Vampire clan was quite a troublesome issue for the MIB.
Especially those rogue Vampires, who would continuously infect new people, creating more Blood Servants.
And the female doctor and Whistler had the ability and need to research a cure for Vampire toxin infection. Joining the MIB would be a win-win situation
"I won't abandon Eric..." Whistler shook his head, rejecting Mike's suggestion.
To him, Eric was his everything. Moreover, he still needed to handle a lot of preparatory and follow-up work for him.
He was essentially the indispensable logistics personnel in their two-person team.
In this situation, the importance of improving the antitoxin serum had to be put on hold for Whistler.
"Joining the MIB..." Faced with the suggestion, Dr. Karen was somewhat tempted: "I need to think about it."2
Her experience of being bitten by a Vampire made the Black female doctor deeply hate Vampires.
Although she had injected the original antitoxin serum developed by Whistler, this serum only lasted for half a month. After half a month, she would need another injection, otherwise, this female doctor would still turn into a Blood Servant.
Blood Servant: A servant of a Vampire, even worse than the lowest-level rogue Vampires.
The original antitoxin serum independently developed by Whistler, due to crude conditions and lack of multiple trial-and-error experiments, was quite rough in its completeness.
Not only was its effect against Vampire toxins poor, but its injection was also accompanied by severe pain, and there was even a certain probability of causing the host's death.
Under these circumstances, the Black female doctor truly needed to find a suitable environment to thoroughly cure the Vampire toxin in her body and better research a new antitoxin serum.
...
While Mike and the others were waiting for Blade in the old warehouse, Blade, wearing a stylish black trench coat and dark sunglasses, was coolly standing on the main road of Queens, also waiting for someone.
Yes, before noon, he received an invitation from the Vampire leader Deacon, with the meeting point being the main road of Queens.
Although this area was known as a slum, its pedestrian traffic was no less than that of Fifth Avenue.
Basking in the warm afternoon sun, Blade, in his handsome black trench coat, was starting to get a bit impatient.
His patience was never very good—
Of course, part of it was probably due to his dislike of sunlight.
Yes, Blade, who was half-Vampire, was not afraid of sunlight, but he also disliked basking in the sun, as it made him uncomfortable.
"Daywalker, we finally meet again..."
Just as Blade was gradually losing patience, a man's voice echoed in his ears.
Deacon, the current leader of Vampires in New York, now covered in sunscreen and UV-blocking foundation, appeared before Blade.
"You're as white as a ghost—"
Enemies meeting each other always caused a surge of animosity. Upon seeing his old adversary, Blade scoffed, then pulled out his silver nitrate bullet pistol, ready to attack.
"Wait, don't you want to know why I'm looking for you?" Deacon, who was prepared, pulled out a little girl from behind him and held her in front of him, threatening, "Or do you want to kill this innocent little girl?"
"Oh? Then tell me what other evil plans you have," Blade's tone was flippant, and he didn't forget to disengage the safety on his pistol.
The sunglasses on his face made it impossible to discern his expression.
"I'm here to negotiate. We don't have any deep-seated hatred..." Deacon tried to tempt him, "Now there's an opportunity before you, join us... We can rule all of New York. It's even possible to rule the world in the future..."
This was indeed Deacon's true intention: to rule the world and become its king.
He just hadn't told Blade that in his plan for world domination, Daywalker was merely a sacrifice to be offered to La Magra, thereby transforming into the power he needed to conquer the world.
"Do you know what you look like now?" Although he didn't know the other party's true thoughts, Blade remained unswayed.
After all, in Eric's perception, every single Vampire was no good.
Therefore, there was no need to listen to anything they said.
The situation was the same now. Without waiting for Deacon's reply, Blade proactively gave the answer: "You look like a clown."
"Die!!!"
As he spoke, Blade, disregarding martial ethics, launched a sneak attack.
With a series of "da da da" sounds, a volley of silver nitrate bullets flew towards Deacon's head.
The Vampire leader opposite seemed to understand Blade's personality very well. As the bullets flew, he adopted a graceful backward lean, dodging all attacks.
"You're still so impulsive." Deacon, whose negotiation failed, then threw the little girl into the middle of the busy road with heavy traffic.
This was forcing Blade to make a choice: save the person or seek "revenge."
"Damn it—!"
Seeing the little girl in danger, Blade, who still retained his humanity, abandoned his plan to continue attacking Deacon, put away his weapon, and rushed towards the middle of the road.
At the critical moment, he hugged the little girl in front of a large truck, then rolled back to the side of the road, a narrow escape.
"Clap clap... clap..."
Opposite, Deacon, who had watched a good show, raised his hands and clapped, his elegant demeanor forming a stark contrast with the disheveled Blade.
Of course, he hadn't refrained from a sneak attack during the previous good opportunity because the nature of Vampires dictated that even with sunscreen, these dark creatures were not suited for fighting in sunlight.
Blade understood this point, which was why he dared to meet Deacon alone in the middle of the day.
"The rise of Vampires is an unstoppable trend! You can save this one little girl in front of you, but how many people can you, alone and weak, ultimately save?"
At this moment, Deacon, who was not suitable for combat, seemed not to notice Blade's anger, retreating while saying, "If you still remember your mother and want to know who bit her when she was pregnant, come find me before dark tomorrow. Perhaps you will get your answer..."
Having achieved his meeting objective and left a "hook," Deacon disappeared into the crowd.
The reason he chose to meet Blade at noon this time was also to divert his attention.
Counting the time, the people Deacon sent to raid Blade's lair should already be in action.
Speaking of Blade, one very important reason why he hated Vampires so much was that before he was born, a Vampire bit his mother, making him an orphan at birth.
For years, he had been searching for the Vampire who bit his mother to avenge her.
However, due to the asymmetry of information, he did not know that Deacon, whom he had met several times, was the culprit who bit his mother back then.
Of course, this didn't really hinder Blade's hatred for Deacon, the Vampire leader, and his constant readiness to eliminate him.
But by the time he put down the little girl in his arms and drew his weapon, the cunning Vampire had already fled far away.
Then, Blade, holding his gun with a murderous aura, lowered his head, and his eyes behind the sunglasses met those of the little girl in front of him.
This little girl, whether brave or stunned by the previous events, was now blinking her big, bright eyes, neither crying nor making a fuss.
She looked somewhat cute and a little pitiful.
"Go home to your mom." Blade said, putting away his weapon, trying to soften his tone, and even forced a kind smile on his stiff face.
However, perhaps because he hadn't smiled in too long, Eric's smile was a bit distorted.
And he probably hadn't considered the impact of a Black man suddenly showing a row of big white teeth on a little white girl.
Opposite, the little girl, forgetting to say thanks, timidly took two steps back, then turned and quickly "fled" from there.
Behind her, only Blade remained, awkwardly touching his face, then resuming his cool expression.
Soon after, Deacon's words before leaving echoed in his mind.
"Mother... Vampire..." Blade's brows gradually furrowed.
It was foreseeable that those messages concerned Blade's mother's death. Without a doubt, Blade would go willingly tomorrow, just as Deacon wished.
This was clearly also part of Deacon's plan, as La Magra summoning ritual required Daywalker.
It seemed that the Vampire leader had already controlled everything.