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Some information cannot be made public, but as someone within the system, he knows some inside information. He knows that the violent explosion in Stark Tower some time ago was caused by a fight between two tin men.

Judging from the results, the final winner is undoubtedly Tony Stark, and the one who was knocked down must be Obadiah, the second-in-command of Stark Group who has disappeared.

Since this incident, it seemed as if some sensitive fuse had been ignited all of a sudden. Various cases continued to emerge, causing their pressure to increase unprecedentedly.

George collected his thoughts and began to concentrate on his work. He put on gloves, took out tools, and carefully collected all traces around him.

"It was indeed too quiet. It was as if all the animals had disappeared overnight."

"There were scattered traces of blood on the ground. Someone had attacked these animals."

George frowned. The mention of blood brought up bad associations in his mind.

Soon they won't have to worry about that because someone is coming.

"Gentlemen, what are you looking for?"

"Who are you? Let me see your hands!" Several policemen drew their guns vigilantly.

But this man not only did not stop, but walked towards him even more aggressively. In the light of the flashlight, his open mouth showed his sharp teeth.

Several policemen fired decisively, and the bullets hit the pale man, leaving only a few holes. In a blink of an eye, the wounds began to heal.

Even the bullets were squeezed out by the healing flesh.

Swish!

The man moved, leaped over ten meters, and bit a policeman on the neck.

"Vampire?" This thought popped into George's mind in a flash.

"Boss, there is more than one enemy!"

Several guys with the same pale skin came out one after another, rushed to the bitten policeman, and shared the food with big mouthfuls.

This tragic scene made the policemen's scalps numb. Even if they fired, they could not cause fatal injuries.

The leading vampire wiped his mouth and looked at them with a playful look, clearly sizing up a group of delicious food.

"It seems that we are not the only ones eyeing this place. There are others as well. Why would people from the New York Police Department appear in a place like this? I don't remember arranging such an operation for you." he asked.

"Bah, since when did vampires become able to command us?" George took a deep breath.

"Oh, you know nothing about our power. Since you won't say anything, forget it. I'm not here for you anyway."

The vampire licked his fangs. Compared to these ordinary people, he wanted to find out who provided the strong acid weapons that the daywalker obtained from this area.

"It's obviously highly corrosive. Whether it's injected or exploded, it will effectively kill some mixed-blood vampires... But for some reason, I can clearly smell the scent of blood from these liquids."

Being born into one of the Thirteen Clans, Dennis shoulders the responsibility of expanding the power of the clan. His stronghold was taken down by the Blade Warriors and a large number of people died, but it was not a complete failure.

It is not known whether it was intentional or not, but Daofeng did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts during this period, allowing him to rely on various cameras and motorcycle tracks to follow the clues and lock down several areas.

Dennis was very interested in this thing that looked like blood.

As we all know, vampires obtain energy to increase their strength from blood, so if it's blood, they can drink it.

Unfortunately, this strange blood evaporated quickly after coming into contact with the air, leaving him no chance.

"Go ahead and kill these foods." Dennis waved his hand.

"What were you thinking about killing someone without my permission on Weyland's territory?"

A voice came from afar.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, Duva's figure was faintly visible a hundred meters away.

"That Blade guy is really hard to complain about. I didn't ask for a few vampires in this way."

(End of this chapter)

3. Chapter 3 Long Live Peace

Chapter 3 Long Live Peace

It seemed that there was some deviation in the communication between him and Blade.

According to Duva's idea, they have to capture people secretly, but in Blade's opinion, there is no need to capture anything, just let the vampire come over by himself, and the rest depends on Duva himself.

"Six, that's fine."

Duva counted them and thought that it was okay. With the power he had now, it was more than enough to deal with these six guys.

George looked at this harmless young man and shouted anxiously, "Run away! These guys are dangerous!"

"I know, I know." Duva whispered, ignoring the blood on the ground, as if he didn't notice it at all.

This is also reasonable, at night, the interval is 100 meters.

A vampire raised his head, licked his mouth of blood, and rushed towards him excitedly.

Dennis felt something was wrong, but he didn't say anything and just watched with his powerful eyesight.

If nothing unexpected happens, this human will soon be pinned to the ground by the vampire and have his neck bitten - the absolute strength and speed of a vampire are greater than those of an ordinary person.

George's face suddenly changed. He wanted to save the young man's life. He knew too well what kind of monsters vampires were. But at this distance, it seemed too late.

It seemed that the vampire who attacked was about to bite Duva's neck.

At this moment.

Swish!

A tail gleaming with silver luster suddenly shot out from the darkness, brushing against Duva's shoulder and stabbing over. It was silent, but clearly filled with a fierce murderous intent, and was aimed precisely at the face of the attacking vampire.

"Chest."

Duva gave the order in time, and the tip of the tail moved down slightly, piercing the vampire's chest with one blow, stringing up the whole person like a string of candied haws and lifting him high.

A shrill scream was uttered, but the vampire's strong vitality prevented him from dying on the spot. Fear was mixed with disbelief.

What is this? !

Cackling!

There was a burst of slight noise.

Then, there were several ghostly figures moving through the darkness, spreading out in all directions and surrounding the vampires at close range.

Dennis frowned as he stared at these strange creatures.

"Four...what kind of creatures are these?" Dennis showed a surprised expression on his face.

It seems this is the place, the police who came here inexplicably, strange humans, and strange creatures.

Dennis thought of that special blood and observed these aliens with his powerful night vision.

If you look closely, the appearance of these things are generally of the same style, but there are subtle differences. Some are slightly strong, while others are slender but have higher speed and agility.

The only similarity was that these four aliens were all on all fours... but Dennis had a strange feeling, as if animals with different body structures were wearing the same vest and lying in front of him.

George and the others were also stunned, their mouths wide open in surprise. The scene before them was completely beyond their expectations.

"Do you know Blade? It seems that you are the one who provided him with that strange weapon." Dennis said.

At this distance and with this tone, both parties can still clearly hear what each other is saying.

"That's right, it's just that things went a little awry. Killing you might help correct it a little."

As Duva spoke, his eyes were fixed on the vampire that was skewered by the alien's tail.

Fortunately, it was just a hole in the chest and he wouldn't die. If we take him back in time, he might still be saved.

"The liquid you gave to Blade must be blood, right? Where did it come from? Don't tell me you made it, or..." Dennis observed these aliens repeatedly with his eyes.

Although it seems a bit ridiculous, after eliminating all possibilities, it may be related to these strange but powerful creatures.

The fact that it can easily string together a strong vampire with just a tail shows that this creature has extraordinary power.

"Get started." Duva gave the order first.

The other three aliens moved quickly and pounced on the enemy first, and the alien beside Duva also joined the battle soon after.

The vampires immediately drew their pistols and shot at the aliens.

They were very smart and initially judged that the aliens were good at hand-to-hand combat, so they used guns to deal with them.

Bang bang bang!

Minor wounds began to appear on the aliens' bodies, but they continued to attack as if they had no sense of pain at all. When they got closer, blood from the wounds began to drip and hit the vampire, making a sizzling sound.

"!!"

“My feet are worn out!”

"Be careful, the blood of these guys is highly corrosive, just like the weapons used by the Daywalkers, which can easily corrode even steel! But the effect is not as strong as this time..."

Now the truth was completely revealed, but because of their speculation, the vampires were even more shocked.

How could there be such a weird thing in the world? Even the blood shed after being injured could have a strong killing effect on the enemy? No, relying on the body to carry such corrosive blood is outrageous.

This creature is simply a weapon born for fighting!

Heavy gunshots rang out one after another, and some vampires were aroused to ferocity. They abandoned their guns and started to rush forward to fight hand-to-hand, but he soon realized that this was a wrong decision.

The moment he rushed forward face to face, he saw an alien opening its mouth and spitting out blood.

This made one vampire lose his fighting ability.

Vampires fell one after another, but for some reason they were not killed despite their injuries. Their limbs were brutally torn off by the aliens, and they lay on the ground wailing in pain.

The harder they fought, the more wounds they inflicted on the aliens, the more blood splattered on themselves, and the greater the price they paid.

Even Dennis was surprised. He was really shocked by the alien's actual combat ability. It was well-trained, as if it had rehearsed countless times. Although there was no communication of any sounds or movements, it was able to carry out perfect tactics. Its individual combat ability was also extremely formidable, and it was not afraid of injury or death.

No, in other words, under the premise that bleeding also causes harm to the enemy, one's own injury and death have become one of the means of combat that this creature can use.

"Enough, stop, I'm here to negotiate!"

Dennis fought off an alien, and looking at his subordinates falling one after another, he couldn't help but shouting loudly, waving his arms vigorously, aiming at Duva's position, and shot immediately.

The shooting is very accurate.

But Duva just slightly turned sideways and accurately avoided the bullet.

Dennis's face changed and he fired continuously, but despite his shooting skills, not a single shot hit the target!

This is not something that can be explained by good luck. It means that the other party's physical fitness exceeds that of ordinary humans, and at least has super perception ability.

Dennis was then knocked down by an alien, his body was severely corroded and he could only howl in pain.

He felt extremely regretful and thought he had been too arrogant and should have called more people.

But even if more people were called, it seemed difficult to prevent such a nimble opponent from escaping.

More importantly, Dennis felt confused from beginning to end. God had pity on him, he didn't even know who his opponent was or where he came from!

"Six vampires, that's really cool."

Duva then came over unharmed, looking at the six injured but not dead guys in front of him with admiration.

"You don't kill us, so you want to negotiate with me? Tell me, what do you want, money? Or status or power?" Dennis was relieved when he saw that no one on his side was killed.

As long as there is something to talk about, there is a chance to survive, and then consider how to retaliate.

"Neither. I need you to stay alive in the next few hours. I can't wait to verify something crucial from you guys who rely on sucking human blood to survive."

There was an inexplicable desire for exploration in Duva's voice, like the whisper of a devil.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 4 Blood Alien

Dennis still didn't realize that falling into the hands of this guy, living would be more painful than death.

"Tell me your account number, and I will transfer a lot of money to you!" Dennis did not understand the horror hidden in Duva's words, and just said quickly, "No matter what your purpose is, I can help you. I swear in the name of the blood clan-"

"That's enough. Clan or not, they are worthless in my eyes."

Duva interrupted him and waited until the battle was over before he slowly walked over.

Four messenger aliens faced off against six vampires with guns, and two of them were slightly injured in the end. This casualty ratio was barely acceptable because the messenger aliens were already pitifully weak.

The Messenger Alien is a parasite that parasitizes lower mammals such as cats, dogs, cows and horses. It is born with the ability to walk on all fours and spends most of its life moving on all fours like its host. It is the lowest level existence in the alien social structure.