The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 186 Carnival

Kingpin extinguished his cigar, and the wisps of smoke gradually dissipated into the air.

"These people dream of becoming vampires." His voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "They are blinded by the allure of immortality, completely disregarding their identity and responsibilities. To achieve their goals, they are willing to collude with vampires and sell their souls."

Kingpin's tone was full of disdain for these people.

"If you're going to fight vampires, these people will be an obstacle for you," Kingpin said seriously.

His eyes were filled with worry, as if he had already foreseen the difficulties that Wes was about to face.

"These corrupt high-ranking officials and capitalists wield enormous power and wealth, and they will do everything in their power to protect the vampire. They may use their connections and even the power of the government to oppose you."

Kingpin's words were full of warning; he hoped Wes would fully realize the seriousness of the problem.

"Do you think I care?" Wes's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

Wes didn't take these people seriously. In his view, these corrupted high-ranking officials and capitalists were nothing more than a rabble.

The Marvel universe is full of all sorts of strange and wonderful things, especially in New York, a place known as the center of the world.

This place seems to be a mysterious stage, where all sorts of strange creatures and supernatural forces make their appearance.

From superheroes to evil villains, from mysterious magical creatures to high-tech creations, New York City is home to countless amazing beings.

The people here have suffered many hardships, and almost all the major events in Marvel have taken place here.

Whether it's an alien invasion or a supervillain's conspiracy, New York always becomes the first battleground.

However, despite countless disasters and crises, the people of New York have remained steadfast in their commitment to the city.

The strangest thing about New York is that ordinary people in New York don't move away from New York.

He couldn't understand why these ordinary people could remain so steadfastly in the face of so much danger. Didn't they know they could face mortal peril at any moment?

Wes was filled with doubt, but he also had to admire the courage and resilience of these ordinary people.

"Do you need my help?" Kingpin looked at Wes, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

He hoped to offer some assistance to Wes in this battle against the vampires, while also using the opportunity to solidify his own position.

"No need," Wes decisively rejected Kingpin's offer.

He believed he was capable enough to deal with vampires on his own and didn't need anyone's help.

"Then I'll wait and see what happens. I've already sent you the locations I know."

Kingpin smiled slightly. He knew that Wes' strength was not to be underestimated, and this battle was sure to be very exciting.

He was hoping that Wes would deliver a heavy blow to the vampires.

After receiving the address, Weiss left the Fisk Building.

He drove the car alone, his mind calm and resolute.

His target was a vampire stronghold.

The car sped through the streets of New York and arrived at its destination in no time.

"Hell" is the name of this bar.

In the bustling metropolis of New York at night, it is like a mysterious and alluring dark corner.

As night falls, a long queue forms outside this bar, filled with handsome men and beautiful women dressed in fashionable clothes, their faces beaming with anticipation and excitement.

Some of them chatted excitedly in twos and threes, while others stood alone, their eyes revealing a hint of urgency.

Two burly security guards were carefully screening the young people.

Their gazes swept over each person like a scanner.

Young people who did not meet the physical requirements were all ruthlessly eliminated, regardless of their pleas or protests.

The security guards seemed to have very strict standards, only selecting tall and good-looking people to enter the bar.

"I heard this bar has something special that can make you feel amazing," a young man in the group whispered to his companion.

"Is it **? I don't want to get involved with this." Another young man frowned, looking worried.

"It's not that kind of thing, it's something much more advanced." The first young man's eyes gleamed with excitement, as if hinting at some unknown secret.

The more these young people discussed it, the more excited they became. Their imaginations were unleashed, and they couldn't wait to start tonight's revelry.

But what they didn't see was that the two security guards' gazes towards them weren't lustful, but rather ravenous.

It was a kind of greed hidden beneath a cold exterior, as if they were looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

After careful selection, only 8 "lucky ones" were chosen.

The eight young people proudly raised their heads, as if they were chosen darlings, and strode in with confident steps.

The others could only sigh, mutter "face-value fanatic" under their breath, and then disperse helplessly.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Just as the two security guards were about to close the door, they saw Wes.

"Hey buddy, you're too late. The place is already full."

One of the security guards said this and was about to push Wes out.

"It doesn't matter if I'm one more, does it?" Wes's voice was calm yet powerful.

Instantly, the two security guards were hypnotized.

"Yes, I don't think there's any problem," they replied mechanically, then let Wes into the bar.

Wes walked through a long, dark corridor.

In the silent corridor, he could only hear the echo of his own footsteps.

As he went deeper, deafening heavy metal music gradually began to play.

The intense rhythm seemed to penetrate one's soul, causing one's heart to beat faster involuntarily.

When he walked out of the corridor and into the dance floor area, men and women were all wildly twisting their bodies in the middle of the dance floor.

They seemed to have forgotten all their troubles, immersed in the frenzied atmosphere.

Colorful lights flashed, illuminating their excited faces.

Their movements were full of passion and energy, releasing the pent-up emotions deep within them.

"Everybody, the real party is just beginning!!"

As the DJ roared, the sound, like a surging wave, instantly swept through the entire bar.

The intense rhythm and passionate shouts intertwined, making people's blood feel like it was on fire.

The passionate voice echoed in every corner of the bar, stimulating people's eardrums and awakening the madness deep within them.

Large amounts of red liquid were spraying from the water pipes in the ceiling.

The liquid cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering eerily under the lights.

It was as if some kind of catalyst instantly amplified people's inner desires.

(End of this chapter)