Vampires—an ancient and cursed existence in this world.
The man wrapped from head to toe quickened his pace as he saw more people gathering around the crime scene.
The investigating sergeant looked at the thugs' fatal wounds, his heart racing.
"Sharp weapon penetration, death from excessive blood loss."
The experienced sergeant quickly identified the cause and called his subordinates over. "Pull up the nearby surveillance footage."
He picked up a small knife from the ground with a handkerchief. "These guys have criminal records. This could be a revenge killing."
In modern society with surveillance everywhere, investigating certain matters wasn't as difficult as one might think. This alley had only one entrance and exit, with cameras installed at the shops outside, so they just needed to check who entered to know who did it.
Soon, they knew who the killer was. But the result left them looking at each other in bewilderment.
"A woman?"
The police chief, hearing this, had an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"
"So Black Widow did it?"
Everyone in the world knew about the Avengers, so it was no wonder the chief asked this. After all, besides Black Widow, he hadn't seen any woman who could massacre several armed thugs. Massacre—the kind where the opponents had no ability to fight back.
The blood at the scene belonged only to the deceased, no one else's. This meant that in killing these people, the woman didn't even sustain a single injury. If this wasn't Black Widow, what was it?
The sergeant was helpless, as the surveillance footage showed exactly this. Besides that woman, no second person had entered. This place was already a frequent crime area. Just last month, there had been missing person cases here. Because of this, hardly anyone came to this place.
The chief rubbed his messy hair with a headache, saying irritably, "Forget it. Have you investigated the identities of those people clearly?"
"They have criminal records and were all recently released from prison, and..." the sergeant hesitated, "they weren't released through normal procedures."
"Hmm?" The chief narrowed his eyes.
"Someone manipulated the prison to release them early, and it's likely connected to the missing person cases from a month ago."
Saying this seemed to suggest throwing unsolved cases onto dead people. He quickly added, "One of them had relationships with multiple women, but all those women disappeared without a trace."
The chief felt his headache worsen. He only needed to work two more years before retiring to play golf, but now London had such a thorny situation. Moreover, whoever could arrange early prison releases must have power and influence. The chief, about to retire, was reluctant to risk offending people by investigating.
The vampire man was meek during the day but transformed into a playboy at night. His pale face looked somewhat unhealthy, but with his blonde hair and handsome features, he successfully became a nightclub prince. His targets were young girls.
Using his handsome appearance, he successfully attracted an eighteen-year-old girl. This girl never imagined that the one time she truly fell in love, it would be with a vampire. Unfortunately, this wasn't Twilight. Vampires' purpose was always quantity over quality.
Sitting in the convertible, the girl's vanity was greatly satisfied. They vented their excess desire, kissing passionately in the car. Not even watching the road while driving. As they say, reckless driving brings tears to loved ones.
The vampire's teeth broke the girl's lip, greedily tasting that fresh female blood. The two, lost in passion, completely failed to notice that on the road they were driving, a tall, dark-skinned man wearing sunglasses and carrying a single blade was watching them from the roadside.
Just as the car was about to drive past him, the man made his move. He pulled out three shuriken and threw them. The silver shuriken spread out in flight, piercing through the speeding convertible's tires.
The tires burst, startling the previously kissing pair. The vampire pushed away the girl who was crawling on him like a snake, cold sweat on his forehead as he frantically turned the steering wheel. The car crashed into a fire hydrant, sending water shooting skyward. This doused the flames of desire.
The girl was still in shock, while the vampire suddenly turned around, baring his sharp fangs with a vicious expression. Behind them, that person walked slowly forward. Heavy boot soles stepped in puddles, splashing water. A black coat and armor hidden beneath outlined hard lines.
When the vampire saw the man's appearance clearly, his previously fang-baring expression quickly became even paler.
"It's you! Vampire hunter!"
After seeing that person, he lost all his previous arrogance. He quickly vaulted over the car door and sprinted into the distance. The girl was still in shock, completely unable to understand what was happening.
"Hey, Marvin, wait for me!" She tried to open the car door, but a large hand in leather gloves roughly pushed it back. The girl fearfully watched the black-clad giant walk past her.
The vampire named Marvin fled in panic.
"Damn, it's actually the Daywalker!" His body burst with superhuman speed as he ran through street corners.
"Fortunately, the territory is just ahead." Marvin saw familiar neon signs, and his anxious heart settled slightly.
In this city, vampires occupied several areas as territories. The purpose of these territories was to provide blood banks for vampire needs. Marvin was a vampire blood bank transporter.
Current vampires were polarized—one part was the old school wanting to maintain friendly relations with humans, while the other was the ambitious young faction. The old school would purchase blood from hospitals to sustain life, while the young faction chose to feed on living human blood to maintain their ferocity. Marvin's behavior of deceiving young girls clearly wasn't old-school style.
The once-hunting vampires, with changing times and their own weaknesses, had also become prey. Prey for vampire hunters. Humans mastered silver and garlic to kill vampires, and vampire hunters were born.
The one now chasing Marvin was a vampire hunter. The strongest one. Blade.
A lone wolf who had single-handedly destroyed several vampire territory strongholds. Being targeted by him was undoubtedly a death countdown. Marvin had only been a vampire for ten years—he didn't want to die.
During the chase, Marvin couldn't help but look back. This glance puzzled him. He didn't see Blade appearing. Had Blade given up?
Marvin thought, slowing his pace slightly. He had the common problem of many villains. He liked to showboat. The vampire territory was just ahead, but he chose to stop and look back. Such foolish behavior would come with a price.
After seeing no one behind him, Marvin finally remembered he should return to the stronghold first. The moment he turned around, his neck was pierced. Marvin never understood why he had to showboat like that until his death.
Blade withdrew his blade, performed a sword flourish, and sheathed it. As a vampire hunter, Blade clearly knew that killing one or two vampires had no real effect. So he chose to wipe out the entire nest.
Using this fool Marvin to find the vampire lair, Blade checked his equipment and entered the neon-signed building, preparing for a massacre. However, when he entered, the first thing he saw wasn't vampires.
Blade himself was half-vampire, his nostrils flaring as he smelled thick blood. Pushing open the door, he saw bodies scattered everywhere, dead in various positions. Blade's expression grew grave as he continued deeper.
Walking through corridors littered with corpses, he reached the cold storage at the end. He carefully placed a hand on the cold storage door and pulled it open. There was a hidden door leading to the blood bank, from which came an even more terrible silence. Thick blood stained the stairs. Blade put his hand on his weapon and walked down step by step.
Inside the vampire blood bank, a woman with red marks on her neck had her clothes stained with blood. The woman's eyes were full of madness as she interrogated the pitiful territory lord in a low, hoarse voice.
"Where is Eredin?"
Her sword was inserted into the mouth of the kneeling vampire viscount. The powerful viscount trembled all over—he had no idea who Eredin was. This mad woman had been brought as a delicious dinner but became a nightmare for vampires. She had cleansed all life, including the humans the viscount had gathered.
"I... I don't know."
"Lies!" The woman growled, pushing the blade deeper into the mouth that had lost its fangs, muttering to herself, "Witchers won't spare you scum, you're deceiving me!"
The viscount cried—he didn't even know what a witcher was. He was just a three-hundred-year-old vampire. Seeing Blade enter, he reached out as if seeing hope, trying to call for help. The result was the sword piercing through his head, cutting off half his skull.
The woman performed a sword flourish, flicking off vampire blood. She slowly turned to look at Blade, who had appeared behind her.
Blade was more serious than ever before. Because he discovered this woman had killed all the vampires without using silver items. And at this moment, the woman was bathed in blood, her hair soaked and stuck to her cheeks, with hints of blonde visible.
Wearing clothes that didn't belong to this world, her blade was clean of blood and full of cold intent. No matter how you looked at it, she didn't seem like a good person.
[Chapter Complete]
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