American TV series: Starting with exploiting young Sheldon

Without the support of blood essence, blood servants have no chance of growth. Furthermore, because they carry the vampire virus, their physical functions are even inferior to those of ordinary people.

The only advantage might be that it can "live" for a long time.

The vampires outside the warehouse weren't sure what kind of "embrace" the vampires were promising. However, the allure of "immortality" still made them decide to take the plunge.

After all, you can't expect people who worship dark creatures like vampires to be very smart.

And when this group of dim-witted Ha Ghosts were bewitched, they did indeed briefly unleash a powerful fighting force.

After several attempts, they found a breakthrough with Whistler.

Whistler, though a skilled fighter, was simply too old. After his initial rage cooled, he was forced to retreat repeatedly by the attacks of the Hag tribe.

Finally, the four ragtag vampires shrouded in black robes followed the few remaining members of the Hag Clan into the warehouse, where no sunlight shone directly.

"Old man, weren't you supposed to be pretty good at fighting? I wonder what kind of expression that Blade Warrior will have when he comes back and sees his adoptive father killed..."

After entering the room, the vampire pulled down his hood, finally revealing his fangs. One of the ragtag vampires charged at Whistler, taunting him in a fit of rage.

"Bang bang... bang..."

The vampire was met with a barrage of criticism, but Whistler did not give up.

The silver nitrate bullets, which had always worked well against vampires, only made the vampire pause for a moment when they hit its chest this time.

"How is this possible?" Whistler, who had run out of silver nitrate bullets, looked at the vampire who had come up to him as if nothing had happened, and finally showed a look of surprise on his face.

"Let me make this clear..." The vampire lifted his wide black robe and said smugly, "After you killed so many of our companions, how could we not be prepared..."

Beneath the black robe, the vampire wore a simple breastplate, with a thick steel plate added to the area around his heart.

Most of a vampire's vital essence is stored in their heart, and as long as the vital essence is not destroyed, most wounds can heal slowly.

Of course, there is another way to kill low-level vampires: blow their heads off.

Unfortunately, these four vampires, who came prepared, were wearing simple helmets that just covered the back of their heads and the sides of their temples.

This is also why Whistler didn't attack the vampire's head first.

On the battlefield nearby, the cold-faced woman, Nidi, had already wiped out all the Hags and was now wielding her pre-plated silver alloy twin swords, entangled with two ragtag vampires.

Further to the side, the last remaining vampire, with a ferocious expression, walked toward the black female doctor who was leaning against the middle of the warehouse.

When the stray bullets from the Hag tribe broke through the door earlier, the female doctor seemed to have some bad luck, as she was directly blown away by the shockwave.

Judging from her appearance, she's still in a daze.

But when she looked up and saw the hideous vampire, she instinctively retreated to the corner where Mike was.

"So, there are two little lambs here..." The vampire who had followed the female doctor to the corner became even more excited when he saw Mike and Tina.

But he soon discovered that the two lambs he thought they were were not afraid at all.

"How dare you not be afraid of me?" The vampire expressed his displeasure, his first target being the only male among the three.

“This… ferocious-looking vampire gentleman…” Mike asked with a smile, “Do you have a problem with handsome men?”

There were clearly three people here, including two women who looked even more delicate. Yet, this vampire specifically targeted Mike.

Therefore, Mike has reason to suspect that the other party is discriminating against him.

"You're so handsome, I'm going to suck your blood dry bit by bit in a little while, and let you slowly experience the pain of death..." The vampire seemed a bit vulnerable, and in fact, it was indeed jealous.

In reality, vampires are not as wonderful as one might imagine. With their long lifespans, they can no longer enjoy the taste of food from the moment they become vampires.

Similarly, those classified as cold-blooded animals can no longer feel warmth.

The vampire in front of Mike was clearly a ragtag vampire who had been transformed later in life.

This vampire, who had traded many wonderful things for immense power, couldn't understand why the human in front of him dared to be unafraid of him.

Why is he not afraid of himself?

This idea enraged the ragtag vampire.

"You're too weak. You're a hundred... no, ten thousand years too early to be drinking my blood," Mike earnestly explained to the vampire in front of him.

This is a conservative estimate. To be honest, even if this ragtag vampire were to live for another ten thousand years, he still wouldn't be a match for Mike.

Seeing that Mike was still in the mood to joke even in this situation, Tina quietly pinched the man's arm.

It's like saying: Stop playing around!

Knowing Mike's abilities, she was clearly not afraid, but rather found the vampire's hideous appearance quite repulsive.

And further to the side, a Black female doctor, completely unaware of the situation, was trembling with fear.

Realizing this was no time for jokes, Mike chivalrously took out a vial of purple potion and, before the vampire could react, plunged it into the vampire's neck.

Immediately afterwards, Mike pulled Tina away from the corner.

The female doctor quickly followed behind.

Then, right before the three of them, the ragtag vampire that had been baring its fangs and claws earlier clutched its neck in pain.

Before long, the ragtag vampire's body, whose cells were destroyed from the inside, gradually swelled up, making him look like a tattered sack filled with water.

Finally, when this ragtag vampire, who had lost his human form, swelled up to the size of a 400-pound fat pig, he exploded into a pool of blood with a "bang".

Si Xiang was extremely cruel, and clearly did not die peacefully.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the cold-faced woman, Nidi, was also suppressing her two vampire opponents with her silver-plated alloy twin swords, and successfully kicked a ragtag vampire with both legs cut off into the sunlight outside the warehouse.

Before long, a shrunken, charred humanoid figure appeared outside the warehouse.

Clearly, the vampire who had enjoyed sunbathing was now completely insane.

Chapter 395 Refusal to Cooperate

Finally, seeing his two vampire companions killed, the ragtag vampire who had been toying with Whistler's father lost his previous leisurely expression.

"As long as I kill you and make Blade regret it, my mission will still be considered complete."

After the ragtag vampire finished speaking, it pounced on Whistler, its two sharp fangs about to bite the old man's neck.

Just then, a piece of wood flew by and hit the ragtag vampire in the neck, causing it to stumble and almost split up.

Yes, that piece of wood was quite powerful; it wedged itself directly into the ragtag vampire's neck, almost piercing it.

Even so, the ragtag vampire with its neck drooping still pinned Whistler down, trying to bite him again.

The scene was quite brutal at one point.

"Please help Whistler's dad again!" The Black female doctor, who had witnessed the whole thing, looked at Mike pleadingly.

Yes, that piece of sawdust was thrown out by Mike.

The Black female doctor, too, truly witnessed Mike's fighting prowess.

“Don’t worry, that vampire is no match for Whistler anymore,” Mike stated, then continued, “If you’re still worried, you can go help. There’s plenty of the anticoagulant you made on the table.”

Vampires are not weak in overall combat, but their weaknesses are equally obvious.

If Whistler hadn't been intimidated by the ragtag vampires in front of him, he would have had many opportunities to retaliate.

Even if he ultimately fails to find a solution, there is still the option of "shifting the blame eastward."

Luring the ragtag vampires to the powerful and aloof Neytiri is a good idea.

Knowing how to effectively "hitch a ride" is also a valuable combat strategy.

Over here, the Black female doctor glanced at the dangerous scene of Whistler's father being locked in a stalemate with the vampire with a broken neck, then turned to look at the man beside her, who had no intention of intervening.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and went to the lab bench, took a vial of the anticoagulant she had developed, and then, still not entirely reassured, pulled out a "pepper spray" containing allicin from her pocket.

After all the preparations were completed, the female doctor slowly walked towards Whistler's father.

At this moment, Whistler's neck and arms were covered in bloody scratches from the ragtag vampires, making him look rather miserable.

The good news is that he also managed to grab the neck of the ragtag vampire opposite him with both hands, preventing the vampire from sucking his blood.

After the Black female doctor approached, she aimed at the face of the charlatan vampire, then raised her allicin "pepper spray" and sprayed it indiscriminately with her eyes closed.

Although allicin cannot directly kill vampires, the pain it causes them is like a normal person being splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid.

That level of pain is unbearable for most people.

Even the ragtag vampire in front of Whistler couldn't resist. Sprayed with allicin, it covered its face, howled, and rolled onto the floor.

Even the pain in my neck was temporarily masked.

The Black female doctor was startled by the commotion caused by the ragtag vampire writhing on the ground in pain. It took her a while to react before she shakily lifted the anticoagulant test tube, intending to insert it into the vampire.

The vampire was just thrashing around wildly, giving her no chance to strike.

On the other side, Whistler's father was also sneezing repeatedly from the strong smell of allicin, and his eyes were almost watering from the spiciness.

However, he quickly overcame this situation.

Then, seeing the female doctor's cautious manner, Whistler's father immediately stood up, took the anticoagulant from her hand, and angrily pounced on the ragtag vampire on the ground who had no ability to resist.

After a struggle, Whistler finally found an opportunity to put the anticoagulant into the vampire's mouth.

Then, this ragtag vampire visibly swelled up.

With a violent explosion, Whistler, drenched in blood, collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

Smelling the strange odor emanating from himself, he slowly pulled out a cigar from his person and put it in his mouth with relish.

Meanwhile, on the cold-faced Nidi's side, she single-handedly used her alloy twin blades to cut the breastplate of the last ragtag vampire into a pile of scrap metal.

Finally, amidst the horrified expression of the ragtag vampire, the cold-faced woman's silver-plated twin blades pierced his heart, delivering a fatal blow to the ragtag vampire.

As its essence and blood were destroyed, this ragtag vampire's body aged rapidly, eventually turning into a severely decomposed 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 desiccated corpses burning on fire.

"What happened?" Blade asked, looking at the dilapidated warehouse behind them.

"And Dad, who did these injuries to you?" As he got closer, Blade also noticed the dense bloodstains on Whistler's neck and arms.

Soon, Blade gave Mike and his two companions a hostile look.

Because of this, only Mike and two others were "strangers" at the scene.

“Alright, Eric. It was vampires who attacked this place. Luckily, Agent M and his partner helped me…” Whistler’s father briefly explained the attack to his adopted son.

"Damn it! This is all Dickon's conspiracy!" Although Blade's personality is eccentric, he is definitely not stupid.

He quickly realized that Dickon had used a "luring the tiger away from the mountain" tactic.

"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, so be nicer to him.” Seeing his adopted son’s tough attitude, Whistler’s father “scolded” him.

On one hand, the old man was genuinely grateful to Mike for saving him. On the other hand, he realized from Mike's previous actions that Mike was exceptionally capable.

Moreover, there's a cold-faced woman on the other side with equally explosive strength.

In addition, Blade has recently encountered troubles and also needs the help of the Men in Black.

All things considered, Whistler hoped that his adopted son Eric could talk to Mike properly.

"Alright, thanks for saving old Whistler~" Blade's tone softened a bit, then he asked knowingly, "So, what brings you here this time?"

It has to be said that Blade's way of doing things can be quite annoying at times.

“I’m here to cooperate with you…” Mike gestured for his bodyguard, Nidi, who was standing in front of him with her hand next to the alloy twin blades, to step back, and then gave his answer to Blade.

"Cooperation? To deal with vampires together?" Blade glanced at the cold-faced woman who had stepped back, then paid her no further attention and continued, "I don't think I need to. I can handle the vampire problem myself."

Although Blade was also an agent of the Men in Black, he didn't have much contact with the organization. As for cooperating with other agents in the organization, he had never even considered it.

He had always lived this way before. He didn't feel he needed to change in the future.

"Alright then, see you again sometime~" The other person's attitude was written all over their face, and Mike indicated that he wouldn't stand for this kind of treatment.

Since I'm in a good mood right now, leaving is the best option.

Of course, this "good" applies to Blade Warrior; otherwise, Mike might not be able to resist giving that show-off a good beating.

Then, under Blade's indifferent gaze and Whistler's hesitant expression, Mike led Tina and Nidi toward his "supercar" storage location not far away.