Mike hadn't lied; as someone who had achieved transcendence at the genetic level, everything on him was a treasure.
Among them, naturally, was protein.
From now on, his female companions would all be blessed.
...
"Alright, let's head back!" Watching the sunset dip below the horizon, Mike decided to return to the villa for a good rest.
Although integrating the light cluster was beneficial to his body, it was a huge drain on his mental energy.
"Needy, thank you for your help this time," Mike said to Needy, who was driving, as he got into the car.
Although what she did earlier was a "futile effort," Mike appreciated her intentions.
Moreover, given Needy's conscientiousness as a bodyguard, she deserved this thank you.
"Hmmph!" Needy, who was driving, snorted but remained expressionless.
Mike didn't pay much attention to this.
Soon after Mike closed his eyes to rest, the car's ride seemed much smoother than usual.
At the same time, in a dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of Queens, Blade's face was as dark as iron as he looked at the scene before him.
The previous battle had not only left a pool of foul-smelling bloodstains in the warehouse but had also made the already old warehouse leaky everywhere.
Compared to the wilderness, this place probably only had a roof.
Blade was already considering where to find a free warehouse to live in after dealing with Deacon tomorrow.
After all, he had no regular job and was unwilling to have much contact with the MIB, so his funds were not abundant.
"Eric, you should already know. Deacon has deciphered the secret on the Book of the Dead and found a way to summon La Magra. He only lacks the Daywalker now..." Whistler advised, "So, there will definitely be a conspiracy waiting for you tomorrow. For your own safety, I hope you don't go looking for Deacon tomorrow."
The Book of the Dead was an experimental journal left by an ancient Vampire, recording many conjectures about how Vampires could increase their strength.
It was from that journal that Deacon found a way to summon La Magra.
"My mind is made up. No matter what schemes or tricks await me tomorrow, I will face them..." Blade said with determination, "I will find the Vampire who harmed my mother and send it to hell—"
It must be said that acting cool had become Blade's habit; even when talking to his adoptive father, he maintained a cool demeanor.
The only difference might be that he was willing to explain his reasons for doing so a bit more to his adoptive father.
On the other side, Whistler, who had originally wanted to persuade him further, naturally had no reason to do so after hearing his adopted son speak like that.
"Alright, I'll go with you tomorrow," Whistler stated his stance.
Tomorrow, Blade might face a mountain of daggers and a sea of fire. Unable to dissuade him, Whistler intended to lend a hand.
He was determined to advance and retreat with his adopted son.
"Tomorrow is my personal vendetta; I want to go alone," Blade coolly rejected his father's suggestion.
Knowing that tomorrow would be very dangerous, he didn't want his father to risk it with him.
It was meant to be a heartwarming consideration for the other person, but coming from Blade's mouth, it somehow sounded a bit off.
"That's fine too. I'm old and useless now; I can only do some logistical work for you," Whistler felt a bit powerless, recalling his disheveled appearance during the fight with the Vampire today.
Moreover, knowing his adopted son's personality, he actually understood the concern hidden beneath his words.
Afterward, Whistler went to the makeshift workbench to prepare the weapons and equipment Blade would need for tomorrow: silver nitrate bullets, silver boomerangs, silver-plated steel nails, etc.
Meanwhile, Dr. Karen, the Black female doctor, listened to the exchange between the adoptive father and son and finally understood where Blade had learned his speaking style.
Yes, Whistler might not have noticed that he, too, spoke awkwardly to his adopted son.
The original meaning of care in his words had to be entirely guessed by the other person.
"I heard from Dad that the anticoagulant you made killed two Vampires today." Blade, after his conversation with his father, turned his gaze to the female doctor.
"Yes, I also didn't expect that stuff to be so powerful against Vampires," Dr. Karen still had vivid images in her mind of the horrific scene when the Vampires exploded like water balloons.
To be honest, that kind of scene was not suitable for viewing without a certain level of psychological endurance.
"Tomorrow I'm going to the Vampire lair. I need you to make more of that medicine; I might need it then," Blade stated his request dryly.
Actually, as a fellow Black person, the female doctor Dr. Karen quite fit Blade's aesthetic. This was why he had previously brought the bitten female doctor back to the warehouse alone.
It's just that Blade, who had never received any education in this area, simply didn't know how to express his feelings correctly.
"Do you always speak so directly?" The female doctor Dr. Karen, finding courage from somewhere, suddenly stared directly into Blade's eyes, as if trying to see through his inner thoughts.
Yes, sometimes a person's intuition is that amazing.
At that moment, the female doctor vaguely understood Blade's intentions.
Under their gaze, Eric, who wasn't wearing sunglasses, quickly looked away as if embarrassed.
"I'll go now and make more anticoagulant for you..." The female doctor Dr. Karen, having won the eye contact battle, curved her lips slightly, looking in a good mood, and then bounced to her experimental table.
Behind her, Blade, watching the female doctor leave, looked a bit annoyed, then also copied her action, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"If you like her, go after her! Dr. Karen is a good girl, and she's a great match for you. If you miss out, you'll regret it." Whistler appeared beside his adopted son at some point, his face showing the eagerness of someone who had been there before.
"How could I like her...?" Blade, startled, quickly hid his micro-expressions and then chose to be stubborn.
For some reason, at this moment, he felt a bit like he'd been caught doing something bad, and he was inexplicably flustered.
"I understand, I understand. When I was young, I also felt this way..." Whistler found an opportunity and prepared to give his adopted son some emotional enlightenment.
It's just a pity that a bachelor who doesn't even have a wife wants to give others a lesson on relationships, which doesn't seem very reliable at all.
"I have things to do tomorrow, so I'll go rest first," Blade also didn't want to listen to his father's nagging, so he decisively went to find a chair nearby and then closed his eyes, feigning sleep while hugging his alloy long sword.
"Sigh—"
Seeing his adopted son's reaction, Whistler shook his head and sighed, seemingly lamenting his lack of ambition.
...
Meanwhile, in the brightly lit MIB Headquarters, Agent O and Agent Z were also not resting.
"The arrangements for capturing the Half-Vampire tomorrow have been made. Is there anything else we need to prepare?" Agent Z's expression was very serious, as it was a grave matter.
"After tomorrow, that group of Half-Vampire should be quiet for a while... And the Vampire problem..." Agent O pondered for a moment, then said, "Let the new partners, L and J, also join tomorrow's operation. Perhaps they can develop more chemistry."
Yes, the Vampires were making a big commotion this time, and the MIB Headquarters also had their own plans to counter their actions.
Besides having Blade and Mike fight the Vampires, the MIB also intended to use this opportunity to round up all the Half-Vampire in New York.
It's not hard to imagine that the ancient castle in Queens will be very lively tomorrow.
That will be a grand spectacle—
Now, perhaps only Blade, who is accustomed to acting alone, would naively believe that he would truly be fighting alone tomorrow.