At the same time, the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Queens once again welcomed a group of uninvited guests.
"Bang—!!!"
Amidst a violent explosion, a small stray bullet shattered the warehouse door.
A dozen burly men holding weapons stood outside, with four mysterious figures completely shrouded in black cloaks behind them.
These people arrived aggressively, and their way of greeting was very impolite.
Without much thought, these uninvited guests were none other than the Half-Vampire, the Vampires' lackeys.
And the four guys shrouded in black cloaks, who couldn't see the light, were definitely also Deacon's miscellaneous Vampires.
Fortunately, these people didn't think this encirclement mission was too difficult, so they didn't bring more heavy weapons.
Otherwise, Blade's "secret" base might have already been blown to smithereens.
However, the situation wasn't much better now; the old warehouse, with a large hole blown into it and letting in drafts, was no longer suitable for continued habitation.
"Damn bastards—!"
Whistler, caught off guard, stumbled from the blast wave, and when he saw the Half-Vampire's special uniform tattoos on the necks of the newcomers, his anger flared even more.
With agility unbefitting his age, the old man took a stride and picked up the shotgun from the table.
Under the shotgun, all beings are equal—
"Bang bang… bang…"
The old man, fueled by his hatred for Vampires and the anger of his house being blown up, single-handedly suppressed a dozen people opposite him with just the shotgun in his hand.
On Mike's side, with his keen senses, he had already protected Tina and retreated to a safe corner as soon as the Half-Vampire fired the stray bullet.
Needy, on the other side, also blocked Mike at the same time.
This female bodyguard, though usually cold-faced and not very noticeable, actually possesses strong combat skills and crisis awareness.
In terms of overall combat power, she is no worse than the show-off Blade.
At this moment, after confirming Mike's safety, the female bodyguard immediately pulled out Noisy Cricket 4 and joined the battle.
It proved that the cold woman was not only good at fighting with alloy dual blades; she would also use force to suppress when the situation required it.
With Needy joining, the Half-Vampire outside immediately suffered heavy casualties.
After a shotgun blast from Whistler, the Half-Vampire might only have a few bullet holes.
But after a Noisy Cricket 4 blast from the cold woman, if the Half-Vampire member hit by the laser was lucky, they might still leave behind some shattered bones.
Before long, the Half-Vampire, with more than half their numbers lost, showed signs of breaking formation.
If it weren't for the reward of "First Embrace," these people would probably have already fled.
"No retreat! Charge in for me! Complete this mission, and I shall bestow upon you eternal life—!!"
Seeing the Half-Vampire cannon fodder's morale drop, a miscellaneous Vampire shrouded in a black robe let out an enticing voice.
Of course, what this miscellaneous Vampire truly thought in its heart was unknown to outsiders.
After all, the essence blood within every Vampire is extremely precious, and the amount of essence blood represents the magnitude of their primordial power.
A legitimate Embrace requires the Vampire to consume all the target's blood, and then reinject some of its own essence blood back into the target.
This ensures that the target will 100% transform into a Vampire.
And in this process, the original Vampire's strength will decrease to some extent due to the reduction of its own essence blood.
This also determines that every Vampire will be very cautious when choosing to develop a bloodline.
However, if one merely wishes to create a Blood Servant, it is not so troublesome.
One only needs to bite the target, infect them with the Vampire virus, and then wait.
If the target cannot withstand the Vampire toxin, then only death awaits them, which goes without saying.
But if the target is lucky enough to resist the Vampire toxin, then they will become a different kind of "undead"—a Blood Servant.
However, without the support of essence blood, Blood Servants have no possibility of growth.
And because they carry the Vampire virus, their various bodily functions are even inferior to those of ordinary people.
The only benefit might be that they can "live" for a long time.
The Half-Vampire outside the warehouse were not sure which kind of "First Embrace" the Vampire promised.
However, the temptation of "eternal life" still made them choose to go all out.
After all, you cannot expect people who worship dark creatures like Vampires to have much common sense.
And when these not-so-smart Half-Vampire members were swayed, they indeed briefly unleashed powerful combat capabilities.
After several charges, they found a breakthrough point on Whistler.
Although Whistler's combat skills were good, he was still too old after all.
After the initial anger cooled, he was forced to retreat repeatedly by the Half-Vampire's attacks.
Finally, the four miscellaneous Vampires shrouded in black cloaks, along with the few remaining Half-Vampire members, entered the warehouse where there was no direct sunlight.
"Old man, weren't you quite a fighter?
I wonder what expression that Blade will have when he returns and sees his adoptive father killed…"
After entering the room, the Vampire pulled back its hood, finally revealing its fangs.
One of the miscellaneous Vampires even charged towards Whistler while provocatively taunting him as if venting.
"Bang bang… bang…"
What greeted this Vampire was a series of shotgun blasts; Whistler did not sit idly by.
However, the silver nitrate bullets, which had always been effective against Vampires in the past, only caused the opponent to pause for a moment when they hit the Vampire's chest this time.
"How is this possible—?!" Whistler, having emptied his silver nitrate bullets, looked at the Vampire who had arrived in front of him as if nothing had happened, and a look of surprise finally appeared on his face.
"Let me tell you why you're going to die clearly…" The Vampire pulled back its large black cloak and said proudly, "After you killed so many of our companions, how could we not be prepared…"
Under the black cloak, the Vampire was wearing a simple breastplate, with a thick steel plate especially added to the heart area.
Most of the Vampire's essence blood is stored in the heart; as long as the essence blood is not destroyed, most injuries can slowly heal.
Of course, there is another way to kill lower-level Vampires, which is to blow up their heads.
It's just a pity that these four Vampires, who came prepared, also wore simple helmets that protected the back of their heads and both sides of their temples.
This was also why Whistler did not prioritize attacking the head of the Vampire in front of him just now.
On the adjacent battlefield, Needy had already eliminated all the Half-Vampire members and was now wielding her pre-silvered alloy dual Blades, entangled with two miscellaneous Vampires.
Further to the side, the last remaining Vampire, with a ferocious expression, walked towards the Black female doctor who was leaning in the center of the warehouse.
Earlier, when the Half-Vampire's stray bullet broke through the door, the female doctor seemed to have had a bit of bad luck and was directly blown away by the blast wave.
Judging by her appearance, her head was still dazed.
However, when she looked up and saw the ferocious Vampire, she instinctively retreated towards the corner where Mike was.
"Oh, there are two little lambs here…" This Vampire, who chased the female doctor to the corner, became visibly more excited after seeing Mike and Tina.
However, he quickly discovered that these two, whom he considered lambs, did not show any fear on their faces.
"How dare you not be afraid of me?" The Vampire expressed his displeasure, targeting the only male among the three first.
"This… Mr. Ferocious Vampire," Mike smiled and retorted, "Do you have an issue with handsome men?"
There were clearly three people here, including two women who appeared more delicate.
Yet, this Vampire specifically targeted Mike.
Therefore, Mike had reason to suspect that the other party was discriminating against him.
"Damn handsome, in a moment I will suck your blood dry little by little, letting you slowly experience the pain of death…" This Vampire seemed a bit unhinged; in fact, it was truly jealous.
Actually, being a Vampire isn't as great as imagined; having a long life, they can no longer enjoy the taste of delicious food from the moment they become Vampires.
Similarly, being classified as cold-blooded creatures, they can no longer feel warmth.
The Vampire in front of Mike was clearly a miscellaneous Vampire transformed later.
This Vampire, who had exchanged many good things for immense power, couldn't understand why this human in front of him dared not to be afraid of him.
Why wasn't he afraid of him?
This thought made this miscellaneous Vampire extremely angry.
"You're too weak; it's too early by a hundred… no, ten thousand years to suck my blood," Mike earnestly explained to the Vampire in front of him.
This was still a conservative estimate; truly, even after ten thousand years, this miscellaneous Vampire would not be Mike's opponent.
To the side, seeing that Mike still had the mood to joke in such a situation, Tina quietly pinched the man's arm.
It was as if she was saying: Stop playing—
Knowing Mike's abilities, she was clearly not afraid, but rather found the Vampire's ferocious appearance truly disgusting.
Moreover, further to the side, the Black female doctor, who was unaware of the situation, had been trembling constantly.
Realizing that it was not the time for jokes, Mike, being a gentleman, quickly took out a purple potion and, before the Vampire in front of him could react, injected it into its neck.
Immediately after, Mike pulled Tina and quickly left the corner.
Behind them, the female doctor also quickly followed.
Then, before the three of them, the miscellaneous Vampire, who had been baring its fangs and claws just moments before, clutched its neck in pain.
Before long, the miscellaneous Vampire's body, whose cells were being destroyed from within, gradually swelled, and the entire person resembled a broken bag filled with water.
Finally, when this no-longer-human miscellaneous Vampire expanded to the size of a four-hundred-pound fat pig, it exploded with a "bang" into a pool of blood.
Its death was extremely brutal, clearly not peaceful.
At the same time, Needy, with her silver-plated alloy dual Blades, had suppressed her two Vampire opponents and successfully kicked a miscellaneous Vampire with severed legs out into the sunlight outside the warehouse.
Before long, a shrunken, charred human-shaped corpse appeared outside the warehouse.
Clearly, the Vampire who enjoyed the sunbath was also as dead as could be.