The massacre is still going on. The Hagui tribe is large in number, about a hundred people. If they dare to mobilize a small force of a hundred or so people with various heavy firepower in a place like New York, they really can't do it without a reliable force behind them.
In a big city like this, there are countless eyes staring at you. If you don't have a background to erase the traces behind you, don't expect to have a good ending.
Although the man with glasses hated the power behind him, he felt that he was so loyal but was abandoned like garbage, which made him very disheartened.
If the man with glasses knew that there were satellites watching from the sky, he would probably be even more desperate.
He was a discarded pawn, and the vampires didn't even have the interest to conceal his whereabouts, and sent him out without any care.
Many major powers silently monitored the situation via satellite. They watched scenes after scenes, and this small-scale battle resembled a slaughterhouse, bloody and utterly devastating. Several large metal hulks cut through the ranks like wheat, slicing away lives one by one, leaving few with intact bodies.
Those who were lucky enough to survive held their broken limbs in their hands, grinning miserably, and didn't want to live at all.
Everyone who witnessed this scene gasped. They had experienced war before, but such a brutal scene still filled them with fear. This mechanic, with his uncanny abilities, became increasingly ruthless, with no regard for the enemy's life.
"How did he become like this? He's becoming more and more ruthless..." Nick Fury rubbed his forehead as he watched the footage from the satellite. "He's clearly a good citizen with no criminal record, but he's become increasingly murderous. It seems he has an amazing ability to adapt to this kind of thing. I thought that after spending some time with Charles, he'd be influenced and more restrained..."
"So when do you plan to visit him?" Coulson remained gentle, unfazed by the scene. When Donnie woke up in the hospital, he had already noticed the young man's composure; he wasn't fazed by his sudden arrival in the extraordinary world.
He was even a little abnormally calm. After thinking about it, Coulson could only attribute it to the indifferent and numb mentality after the sudden changes in his family and life.
"Get me a helicopter, I'm going now." Fury was always decisive. He wanted to act immediately and go to Donnie's house to wait. This didn't seem out of place, after all, Donnie's house was occupied by an old bartender. The place was already surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and no vampire or goblin could get in.
Donnie commanded the center, sending the Transformers charging down and decimating the Hagui tribe. They were utterly terrified and in constant fear. Those who managed to survive would likely be haunted by a lifelong nightmare. Even if they managed to escape, they would likely never dare to fight Donnie again.
But Donny had no intention of letting them go. He considered the Haru tribe even more hateful than vampires. Vampires were the enemy, and it was understandable that they would do anything to harm them. But the Haru tribe, on the other hand, were a bunch of treacherous people, ready to stab him in the back at any moment.
"Go to hell, I'm going to blow you to death!"
A Hagui pretending to be dead waited patiently for Donnie. He had a bomb strapped to his body, ready to kill Donnie, the controller, in a suicide attack. He found the perfect time to leap up, rushed to a position very close to Donnie, and resolutely detonated the bomb.
With a loud bang, Donnie was knocked over by the sudden explosion and was covered in dust.
Many of the remaining Hagui tribe members looked hopeful, but their hopes were quickly dashed. Donnie coughed and stood up as if nothing had happened, looking only slightly disheveled. His body was covered in miniature Transformers armor, and coupled with his increasingly strong physique, it was enough to protect him without worry.
"I was careless... I must learn from this..." Donny shot another traitor who rushed towards him with his backhand, his face calm. He was trying to sum up his gains and losses, so that he would not make the same mistake again next time. No matter how insignificant a person is,
Anyone can create incredible miracles, and history has told him this countless times.
In the increasingly brutal battlefields at all levels, he doesn't have many opportunities to make mistakes and reflect. He might be killed by a single mistake in a battle with a big boss.
Donny is aware of his shortcomings. He forces himself to grow up quickly, shedding his former ridiculous innocence and purity. He looks at his surroundings with the most cautious eyes.
In the midst of the war, a car took the lead and turned around and drove away. In just a few seconds, it increased its horsepower to the extreme, leaving the others behind to escape alone.
Some of the Hagui people who were still alive and lying on the ground were cursing loudly. They were in despair. They fought bloody battles but were betrayed and abandoned by their own people. This was the easiest way to crush their fighting spirit.
There was no need for Donnie to fight anymore; they had already lost their fighting spirit. The leaders had abandoned them and fled, so why were they still fighting?
Some began to rise, dropping their weapons and kneeling on the ground, hands raised high in surrender. The dozen or so survivors followed suit, kneeling and raising their hands high, a gesture understood by all races, a universal language.
Donny did hesitate for a moment, but he still steeled himself and fired.
The last dozen or so members of the Hagui tribe fell in a pool of blood, their eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief and despair.
"If you were vampires, I might have accepted your surrender, but you are human rapists."
Donnie muttered to himself, sighing softly. His words felt incredibly hypocritical. He knew it was nonsense. Even if a vampire surrendered to him, he would strike with even greater decisiveness, without even a moment's hesitation. Vampires reproduce at an alarming rate. Unchecked, a single vampire could quickly raise an entire army. These new vampires would then convert even more humans into vampires, causing the vampire population to explode exponentially.
The man with glasses was driving furiously, urging the driver to go faster. He was so anxious that he didn't even have the courage to look back. He just kept urging the driver to go faster. He was terrified that a few shells would hit him from behind and blow him to pieces, and then everything would be over.
Donnie was indeed planning to do so. He narrowed his eyes, and one of Optimus Prime's arms immediately assembled into a giant cannon muzzle. Inside the muzzle was already a huge metal lump. Even if it didn't explode, being hit by this thing would shatter you to pieces.
He aimed at the receding shadow, and the car kicked up a cloud of dust.
At this moment, a figure appeared without warning, which surprised Donnie!
Someone was even faster than Donny! So fast that you couldn't even see what it was!
In an instant, time seemed to stand still. The man with glasses and his driver were thrown in front of Donnie, with confused expressions on their faces. The car that was driving away was still moving, but it quickly lost control and overturned on the side of the road.
"Are you the so-called mechanic?" This was a silver-haired young man who appeared in front of Tony in an instant, as if the distance in space was just a joke in front of him. His speed was countless times faster than a bullet, and every action could be completed instantly.
Everything in the world is in slow motion in his eyes.
He crossed his arms, raised his chin, and looked at people with squinted eyes, which was very annoying.
"The old man specifically asked me to protect you. From now on, you are my little brother." The silver-haired young man was very arrogant. He looked at people with squinted eyes, as if he was despising someone, with his chin raised almost to the sky.