Two unlucky vampires flew towards the one among the three who seemed to be the most ruthless.
One shot exploded a desperate vampire in mid-air, and as the other just lunged out the window, Frank delivered a high kick to its chin.
The vampire shrieked, spitting out dozens of grams of teeth, its head snapped violently backward, and Frank grabbed it by the hair, slamming its face down onto the floor.
Frank grinned savagely, pulling a foot-long whaling harpoon from a sheath on his chest, and viciously chopped off half of the vampire's shoulder.
Seeing the tenacious monster still struggling, he then stabbed it through the back, pinning it to the ground.
The battle ended quickly. When Frank stood up, he saw Alwyn and JJ looking at him with strange expressions.
JJ whispered to Alwyn, "How can this guy, at his age, kick his leg so high?" He then gestured to the height of his own chin.
Alwyn nodded in agreement, "Maybe he likes yoga!"
Frank, with a sour face, gave JJ the middle finger.
He said to Alwyn, "JJ and I will split up and check if there are any stragglers."
Alwyn nodded and said, "Hurry up, I'm calling the police right away. I didn't expect so many illegal immigrants here, so we'll have to leave it to the police."
Frank nodded, then motioned for JJ to check all the rooms on the second floor.
They found nothing; it seemed the vampires had been having a party, leaving only a punk singer to guard the door, and then Alwyn took them all out in one fell swoop.
It was fortunate, otherwise, if these vampires had picked up guns, there would undoubtedly have been casualties among the people here.
Ignoring the poor women, he waved them downstairs.
From now on, they would be a matter for the New York police to worry about.
After a quick cleanup of the room, Alwyn realized that fighting vampires was indeed very environmentally friendly, as there were no bodies left.
This time, he had over-fulfilled the mission, as he had left three alive.
Alwyn stomped the blind vampire's screams back into its stomach and called Chief George.
"George, old man, I think you need to send someone to the Hell's Kitchen pier."
"It's okay, I caught that thing. But there are dozens of illegal immigrants here, and I can't handle that."
"Yes, I'll take that thing back. You handle the situation here, and if you have time tomorrow, come and take a look."
"Alright, I can wait for you at home, and we can question them together, but you need to be quick. I don't want to stay up all night."
Frank and JJ checked and found no remaining vampires, so they returned to rendezvous with Alwyn.
JJ even luckily found three of those familiar, red-and-white striped woven bags, the kind Chinese migrant workers use for travel, which made Alwyn feel a sense of familiarity.
Alwyn roughly stuffed one vampire, headfirst, into a woven bag, finding it wasn't quite long enough.
He had JJ hold the vampire by its feet, and Alwyn delivered a fierce punch to its spine, making the creature completely limp.
This made it easier for Alwyn to fold it and pack it into the woven bag.
The vampire Frank had pinned to the ground was dealt with in the same manner.
The remaining one, which had been slammed against the wall by the iron door, didn't need any further treatment, as it no longer had a single unbroken bone.
At one point, a vampire even begged for mercy, but Alwyn ignored it completely.
"Are you kidding me? You treat us as food, and when you can't beat us, you beg for mercy from your food? Do you have any vampire dignity left?"
Outside the warehouse, Alwyn and the two others, carrying the woven bags like bank robbers returning with their loot, walked to the pickup truck and tossed the bags into the bed.
JJ got into the driver's seat, and the three of them headed home.
On the way home, they encountered a large convoy of police cars, sirens wailing, rushing towards the dock area.
It felt quite familiar; Hell's Kitchen was always so lively at night.
In the restaurant in the morning, Nick had gone to school, and the little girl Ginny was hunched over a dining table, struggling a bit anxiously with a bowl of noodles using two bamboo chopsticks.
Alwyn, JJ, and Frank sat at the bar, drinking coffee.
Chief George entered through the door, his face not looking too good.
Coming to the bar, Chief George wearily said to Jessica, who was nearby, "My dear, give me a cup of coffee, no sugar."
JJ glanced at the pale Jessica; she had vomited five times since last night.
He shook his head, stood up, took the coffee pot, and poured Chief George a cup of coffee.
Chief George looked at Jessica strangely and asked JJ, "What's wrong with this girl today?"
JJ shrugged and said, "Jess took a peek at our prey yesterday, it might have been a bit bloody, so~"
Chief George listened, a little anxiously, and asked, "Did you kill that thing?"
JJ pursed his lips and tilted his head, probably remembering something amusing, and said with a laugh, "No, it's precisely because they're still alive that our Jess is like this now!"
Jessica angrily picked up a spice bottle and threw it at JJ, shouting, "You're all disgusting! Why would you bring such disgusting things home? And let the stuff from their bellies spill all over the floor!"
Then she covered her mouth and rushed into the restroom again.
Chief George asked in confusion, "What stuff? Spilled all over the floor?"
JJ said with a laugh, "When we came back last night, one of those things' intestines fell out at the entrance of Frank's basement.
Our Jess stepped on it, haha!"
Chief George's expression grew a little serious, and he said, "You said earlier that thing was still alive?"
Seeing the Chief's displeased expression, JJ said seriously, "It is indeed alive, kicking and screaming.
You can go see for yourself in a bit."
Chief George sighed in relief, looked at Alwyn, and said, "Buddy, things aren't looking good!
Yesterday, the FBI forcibly took over the case at the pier.
Just now, two congressmen called me, telling me to drop the investigation into the vampires and hand the case over to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Buddy, we might be in trouble!"
Alwyn smiled, refilled Chief George's coffee, and said, "You're the one in trouble.
Remember what I said? That's a race that has thrived on Earth for thousands of years; they see humans as food.
But why is it that ordinary people don't know about such things now?"
Alwyn said, gazing into George's eyes, "Because they've infiltrated among us!"
Chief George angrily slammed the bar, cursing, "These sons of bitches, I'm going to drag every single one of them out."
After saying that, Chief George dejectedly wiped his face, "But I have to leave for D.C. the day after tomorrow; there's a very important meeting there!
Damn it~" The angry Chief slammed his fist on the bar.
Alwyn looked at Chief George's helpless expression, thought for a moment, and said, "The best way for you is to let the public know about this, let them know that such a terrifying thing exists in the darkness."
Chief George asked in confusion, "How should I do that?"
Alwyn smiled confidently, "It's simple, find a very influential person to visit.
I think a guy with the title of billionaire and genius inventor would be very suitable!