The black modified muscle car and the red Propulsion Vanguard were driving on a country road, having left New York City and arrived in the countryside.
Both cars were moving very fast, and with their drivers accelerating recklessly, they soon arrived outside a large farm.
This farm grew many crops, and several agricultural tractors were parked in a nearby warehouse, looking completely normal.
But as Blade approached, he could smell a strong odor, the kind that only a large gathering of people would produce.
Ailer could also hear the overlapping sounds of many heartbeats.
In the center of the farm was a super-large warehouse, which looked like it could store a lot of goods, and this was just the exposed part; if the underground was hollowed out, there could be even more space.
The two arrived at the warehouse entrance, and Blade threw a pistol to Ailer. This was a specially modified pistol, with a huge magazine capacity for firing silver-plated bullets, making it very suitable for dealing with Vampires.
"Use this; it kills them faster," Blade explained.
Although the Magnum Shooter 40X had a higher rate of fire and greater power, it couldn't completely kill Vampires, so Ailer still had to finish them off personally with a silver dagger.
"Thanks," Ailer replied.
Then, Blade kicked open the large door.
The two huge door panels flew backward, knocking away the Vampire guards ambushing behind the door.
With a few more garlic juice smoke bombs thrown out, Blade and Ailer used the cover to charge into the blood source warehouse, which was protected by dozens of Vampires.
These Vampires were only a small obstacle in front of Blade and Ailer. Soon after, all the Vampires remaining in this blood source farm were killed.
"Here, take it back," Ailer prepared to return the gun to Blade.
But Blade replied, "No need, consider it yours."
Hearing this, Ailer didn't decline and neatly took the pistol.
Only then did Ailer and Blade carefully observe the interior of the farm together.
The warehouse looked like a wooden structure from the outside, but the interior was a combination of reinforced concrete, with a layer of steel plates on the walls, and the large door kicked open by Blade was also made of pure steel.
If it weren't for someone like Blade, who could kick with dozens of tons of force, it would probably have remained completely still.
In addition to its formidable defense, the interior of this farm was also equipped with as many as sixty pure-blood Vampire warriors twenty-four hours a day, a truly luxurious setup.
It was just a pity that they encountered Blade and Ailer, who specialized in killing Vampires.
And after the defensive measures, what shocked Ailer even more was the scene before him.
Countless humans were wrapped in vacuum bags and connected by several tubes; they were neatly categorized like goods in a supermarket.
They all had their frontal lobes removed, a technique once believed to cure mental illness but which would turn patients into dazed individuals who struggled with self-care.
The Vampires used this technique here to create speechless commodities for themselves. The Vampires only needed to periodically deliver nutrient solutions and insert tubes into these people's excretory systems to continuously extract blood.
There were people of all ages here: elderly, adults, children, and all races were present, looking as if all of humanity had been gathered.
They were divided into sections based on race, and further by age and gender. Each vacuum bag also had each person's height, weight, blood type, etc., and different prices were assigned based on different indicators.
The younger the age, the healthier the height and weight, and the rarer the blood type, the more expensive they were.
Wealthy Vampires could even come here personally to select them and use them as dedicated blood bags. Ailer even saw an eight-year-old girl among them priced at ten thousand U.S. dollars for three hundred milliliters, specially supplied for Vampire Elders.
An unnamed rage brewed in Ailer's heart. He reached out and touched the girl through the vacuum bag.
The girl was still wearing a White dress, her hair forcibly shaved by the Vampires, but she was still a beautiful little girl.
If she hadn't been captured by Vampires, she should have been enjoying affection with her parents, not being sold as a commodity.
This was a Vampire blood source farm; they didn't differentiate by race; as long as the blood was clean, they would capture it.
Ailer clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his palms, and tiny drops of fresh red oozed from between his fingers.
These Vampires were living far too modernly!
At this moment, Blade cut off the nutrient supply to everyone. Following a series of muscle spasms, these people captured by the Vampires stopped breathing one after another.
"Let them go peacefully," Blade had seen similar scenes before, so his emotional fluctuations were not great.
The removal of the frontal lobe, coupled with excessive and unscientific blood extraction, as well as the use of large amounts of hormonal drugs, all indicated that these humans were not far from death.
"Don't blame yourself; we can't save that many people," Blade came to Ailer's side and comforted him.
Ailer's throat moved slightly, and after a long while, he finally uttered, "I know."
Ailer would not blame Blade's actions, because this was the only thing they could do now.
If Ailer were in that position, he would do the same, because he didn't have the power to save these compatriots.
However, someone needed to pay the price for this behavior!
Blade sensed a convoy approaching the warehouse. He listened carefully, then said to Ailer, "Enemies are coming, a lot of them. Let's hide first."
"You're right, we need to hide," Ailer loosened his clenched fists, then prepared to walk towards the entrance.
"What are you doing! We haven't even figured out the enemy's numbers yet!" Blade reprimanded.
"I'm going to do something that must be done." Ailer took out the Desire Driver and a purple buckle from his dimensional pocket.
At this moment, more than thirty Humvee off-road vehicles, similar to those used by the Marine Corps, surrounded the warehouse, with many of them equipped with machine guns.
More than a hundred militarily trained pure-blood Vampires disembarked from the vehicles. They were armed with various high-power firearms, each bullet capable of blowing up an elephant's head.
"By the way, when I said 'hide,' I meant you, Blade. I'm afraid I won't distinguish between friend and foe next." Ailer had already put on the Desire Driver around his waist. He inserted the purple buckle and let out a soft cry.
"HenShin."
[Set: Zombie]
At this moment, the Vampires outside the door threw several smoke bombs, stun grenades, white phosphorus bombs, and fragmentation grenades into the warehouse.
They knew the place was exposed, and the goods inside were no longer important; the key was to kill the enemy.
Various explosions rang out one after another, a large amount of smoke filled the air, and all gun muzzles were aimed at the only exit.
As the Vampires' concentration peaked, a sudden mechanical sound came from the smoke.
[Prepare: Battle!]
"All of you... atone!!!"
Accompanied by a roar that seemed to tear the sky, Kamen Rider Geats - Zombie Form, clad in purple heavy armor and wielding a chainsaw, charged out.