Finally, seeing his two Vampire companions killed, the miscellaneous Vampire who had been toying with Whistler no longer had his previous leisurely expression.
"As long as I kill you and make Blade regret it, my mission this time will still be considered complete."
After the miscellaneous Vampire finished speaking, he pounced on Whistler, his two sharp fangs seemingly about to bite the old man's neck.
It was at this moment that a piece of splintered wood flew over, hitting the miscellaneous Vampire's neck, causing it to stumble and almost complete a separate action.
Yes, the splintered wood had enough force to directly wedge into the miscellaneous Vampire's neck, almost piercing it through.
But even so, the miscellaneous Vampire, with its neck drooping, still pressed down on Whistler, trying to bite him again.
The scene was once very brutal—
"Please help Whistler again!" The Black female doctor, who had witnessed the entire process, looked at Mike imploringly.
Yes, that piece of wood splinter earlier was thrown by Mike casually.
And the Black female doctor could be said to have truly witnessed Mike's combat power.
"Don't worry, that Vampire is no longer Whistler's opponent." Mike stated a fact, then continued, "If you're still worried, you can go over and help. Don't you have a lot of the anticoagulant you made on the table?"
Vampires are not weak in overall combat power, but their weaknesses are equally obvious.
If Whistler hadn't been intimidated by the miscellaneous Vampire in front of him earlier, there would have been many opportunities to counter.
Even if he ultimately couldn't think of a way, there was still the option of "diverting the disaster to the east."
Leading the miscellaneous Vampire to Needy, who had explosive combat power, would be a good idea.
One should know that learning to properly ride coatails is also a good combat wisdom.
Here, the Black female doctor looked at the dangerous scene where Whistler and the Vampire with the broken neck were in a stalemate, then turned to look at the man beside her who had no intention of making another move.
Finally, she gritted her teeth and went to the laboratory bench, took a tube of the anticoagulant she had researched from the table, and then, still not reassured, pulled out a "wolf deterrent spray" containing allicin from her pocket.
After all preparations were made, the female doctor slowly walked towards Whistler.
At this time, Whistler's neck and arms were covered with many blood marks from the miscellaneous Vampire's scratches, looking a bit tragic.
But the good news was that he also had both hands clamped around the miscellaneous Vampire's neck, preventing it from sucking his blood.
After the Black female doctor got close, she aimed at the miscellaneous Vampire's face, then raised the allicin "wolf deterrent spray" and sprayed wildly with her eyes closed.
Although allicin cannot directly kill Vampires, the pain it causes Vampires is like an ordinary person having concentrated sulfuric acid spilled on their body.
That level of pain is unbearable for most people.
The miscellaneous Vampire in front of Whistler also couldn't bear it; under the spray of allicin, it covered its face, howling and rolling on the floor.
Even the pain in its neck was temporarily masked.
The Black female doctor was also startled by the commotion made by the miscellaneous Vampire rolling around in pain, and it took her a while to react before she tremblingly held up the anticoagulant test tube, wanting to insert it into the Vampire.
However, the Vampire's wild thrashing made it impossible for her to find an opportunity to act.
On the other side, Whistler was also stimulated by the strong smell of allicin, sneezing repeatedly, and tears were almost "spiced" out.
But soon, he overcame this situation.
Then, seeing the female doctor's cautious appearance, Whistler directly got up, took the anticoagulant from her hand, and angrily pounced on the miscellaneous Vampire on the ground, which had no resistance left.
After a struggle, Whistler finally found an opportunity to send the anticoagulant into the Vampire's mouth.
Then, the miscellaneous Vampire visibly swelled up.
With a violent explosion, Whistler, covered in blood, sat on the ground, exhausted.
Smelling the strange odor on himself, he slowly pulled out a cigar from his body and enjoyed putting it in his mouth.
On Needy's side, she, with her alloy twin blades, forcibly cut the chest armor on the last miscellaneous Vampire into a pile of scrap metal.
Finally, in the miscellaneous Vampire's horrified expression, the silver-plated twin blades in the cold woman's hand pierced through her opponent's heart, giving the miscellaneous Vampire a chilling blow.
As its vital essence was destroyed, the miscellaneous Vampire's body rapidly aged, eventually turning into a severely weathered mummy.
When Blade returned, he saw several people standing in the open space outside the warehouse, and in front of them was a pile of burning mummies.
"What happened?" Looking at the dilapidated warehouse behind the group, Blade asked a soul-searching question.
"And Old Man, who did those wounds on you?" After getting closer, Blade also noticed the dense blood marks on Whistler's neck and arms.
Soon, Blade looked at Mike and the other two with ill intent.
After all, only Mike and the other two were "strangers" at the scene.
"Alright, Eric. The Vampires ambushed this place. Fortunately, Agent M and his partner helped me..." Whistler briefly explained the process of his attack to his adopted son.
"Damn it! This is all Deacon's conspiracy!" Although Blade's personality was strange, he was definitely not stupid.
Soon, he realized that Deacon had used the "lure the tiger out of its den" strategy earlier.
"You're the one from the Organization who contacted me before?" Having figured everything out, Blade finally turned his gaze back to Mike.
He hadn't forgotten that the other party had stood him up.
"Eric, Agent M just saved me, be nicer to him." Seeing his adopted son's strong attitude, Whistler "scolded" him.
On one hand, the old man was indeed very grateful to Mike for saving him. On the other hand, the old man realized from Mike's previous actions that he was exceptionally strong.
Moreover, there was also Needy, who was equally powerful, on the other side.
In addition, the troubles Blade had recently encountered also made him very much in need of the MIB's help.5
Considering all these circumstances, Whistler hoped that his adopted son Eric could speak nicely to Mike.
"Alright, thank you for saving Whistler." Blade's tone softened a bit, and then he asked knowingly, "So, what are you doing here this time?"
It must be said that Blade's way of doing things can sometimes be very annoying.
"I'm here to cooperate with you..." Mike motioned for Needy, his bodyguard, who was standing in front of him with her hand near her alloy twin blades, to step aside, then answered Blade.
"Cooperate? To deal with Vampires together?" Blade glanced at the retreating cold woman, then paid no more attention, continuing, "I don't think I need to; I can handle Vampire matters myself."
Although Blade was also an agent of the MIB, his contact with the Organization was not extensive. As for cooperating with other agents of the Organization, he had never even considered it.
In the past, he had always been like this. In the future, he did not feel that he needed to change.
"Alright then, we'll meet again if fate allows." The other party's attitude was written all over his face, and Mike indicated that he would not tolerate such disrespect.
While he was still in a good mood, leaving was the best option.
Of course, this "good" was for Blade's sake, otherwise Mike was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist giving this arrogant bastard a good scolding.
Then, under Blade's indifferent gaze and Whistler's hesitant expression, Mike led Tina and Needy towards the location of his "supercar" not far away.
"By the way, Dr. Karen. If you decide to join the MIB's R&D department, you can contact me. We can be your intermediary..." After walking a distance, Mike suddenly turned around and said to the female doctor who was staring blankly in front of the warehouse.
"Okay... okay, I understand." The Black female doctor reacted for a moment, then avoided Blade's scrutinizing gaze and replied.
Finally, she didn't forget to politely wave goodbye to Mike and the others.