We succeeded! Let's do it too! Charge in!"
Donnie roared, controlling the smaller Arcee to charge in first, instantly killing several still-unaware Hagui. Even though Arcee was the smallest, her strength was astonishing. The average Hagui were as fragile as lambs in front of Arcee.
Blade's mouth was grinning, a bit ferocious. He rushed in with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, his speed astonishing, far exceeding the speed of an ordinary human. The old bartender was at the back, looking around vigilantly, his eyes filled with unconcealable excitement and pleasure.
All three of them have grudges against vampires and Dickon. This is a great opportunity to take revenge!
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?!"
"The enemy is coming, grab your weapons!"
The remaining Hagui people and the vampires who were lucky enough not to be directly exposed to ultraviolet rays screamed in fear and looked for weapons. Some of them were too timid and afraid of death to find a secluded corner and lie down and pretend to be dead.
Many people were a little confused. They were still drinking and dancing, but in just a moment, countless ultraviolet rays suddenly appeared from all over the club, killing many vampires in the first place, and their deaths were inexplicable.
Someone invaded, a powerful enemy invaded. Only those powerful enemies dared to do such a cruel thing to Deacon's club.
One vampire went a little crazy. He sounded the alarm, took out his weapon and started shooting around randomly, accidentally injuring many vampires.
Arcee transformed into two machine guns and fired crazily like a war machine. Many small fry were killed, turning the club into a slaughterhouse.
"Who is it? Could it be the Daywalker? How did he find his way here?!"
"And the mechanic, these two evil stars have met!"
The survivors were in a state of panic, not even daring to think of resistance. The most elite vampire troops had been annihilated by the UV grenade, leaving only a handful of scumbags. A few took advantage of the chaos to hide, while a few attempted to escape.
No one chose to surrender. These two guys who had become famous recently would never accept surrender from the vampire camp.
Blade fought his way through, no one standing in his way could match him. The master wielded his spear and sword with unparalleled skill. He grabbed a Hagui who was pretending to be dead and bared his white teeth. "Hello again! I haven't had time to thank you for leading me here yet. Tell me, where is Dickon?"
The Hagui man opened his eyes and nearly fainted. Not long ago, Blade had hunted him all the way, capturing and releasing him each time, treating him like a toy, leaving him with a huge psychological trauma.
Blade slashed the Hagui tribe's face with a knife, letting the blood flow. Blade threatened: "If you don't tell me, I will kill you now and find it yourself. If you tell me, I will kill Dicken now and let you go."
The ghost nodded repeatedly, trembling, and crawled to the refrigerator. With a few operations, he opened the door, revealing a secret passage behind it. He cried, "Dicken is in there. Please let me go. I will never dare to be your enemy again!"
At this time, the old bartender opened fire and killed the Hagui.
"He said he would let you go, but I never said that." The old bartender was very cruel.
Blade glanced at the old bartender in surprise and shrugged indifferently, realizing that he was somewhat similar to his old partner. He turned around and was about to call Donnie to go in with him to kill Deacon.
He called out once, but Donnie ignored him. He called out twice, but still no response.
Tang Ni walked around in circles, putting valuable-looking things into his pocket without hesitation, and as he did so, he kept shouting, "Why are you so poor? Don't you know how to put some antiques, calligraphy and paintings here? How can you have such poor taste!"
Behind him, several little Transformers were holding a bag they had found from somewhere, and some of them were showing off their power to the trembling Hagui people, violently pulling off their watches and necklaces.
He put it in his bag with satisfaction.
The old bartender couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed Donny and was about to leave, saying as he walked, "I only realized today why you are so greedy for money. Are you crazy because of poverty?" As he said that, he took a bottle of good wine without any hesitation.
Tang Ni couldn't find anything valuable, and he was in a bad mood. "You've been eating and drinking at my expense for so long. Do you think my money is all blown away by the wind? I finally got a job killing vampires, and you don't even allow me to earn a little money."
The old bartender and Blade were both speechless. Killing vampires was a job, and it seemed that this was not wrong.
After clearing out the last few enemies blocking their way, the three of them quickly went down the secret passage. They all had excellent hearing and could hear the noise coming from below while walking up the stairs.
Donny, wearing armor, rushed to the front, withstanding the oncoming bullets and rushing directly into the crowd. Two silver daggers appeared in his hands. He made them with some silver bullets and they were specially used for situations like this.
"This monster!"
This group of vampires were the elite who followed Deacon. They were fearless and when they saw that their guns were useless, they simply threw them away and engaged Donnie in close combat. Although Donnie had learned some fighting skills, he was still far behind these battle-hardened vampires and was a little embarrassed for a while.
Blade seized the gap in Tony's movements and fired several shots in succession. The silver bullets instantly burned the vampire into ashes.
"Your close combat ability is really poor!" Blade teased.
The big screen in the basement suddenly lit up, and Deacon's face appeared on it.
Bang!
He clapped his hands and looked at Donny and the other two who were killing people. His expression was as if he was watching several slaves fighting desperately to please their masters in the Roman Colosseum.
"Dicken..."
Blade stared at the big screen, gritting his teeth, and a gleam of hatred flashed behind his sunglasses.
Deacon was in his helicopter, having immediately flown towards the altar, which had been prepared in the suburbs. There was no way Donnie and the others could catch him. He held his laptop, watching Donnie and the others running around like a dog chasing its tail, and he almost laughed out loud.
"You are more foolish than I expected. I wanted to lure you here to prevent you from disrupting my plan, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."
Dickon said this as he picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. His messy hair and wrinkled clothes made him look even more like a madman.
"What the hell did you do?" Donnie frowned. Even though he'd seen the plot of Blade, that didn't mean he could grasp every dynamic from the movie. Deacon must have done something recently, even using himself as bait to lure Donnie and Blade over.
Dickon laughed, a little madly, a little proudly.
"The altar is ready, and the twelve required sacrifices are already prepared! If you want to stop me, come find me in the Golden Beach area south of Ocean City. I'm looking forward to seeing you all. Don't even think about catching up to me right now. There's a powerful figure nearby who needs your help. Kill me, or save him? What's your choice?"
Amidst bursts of crazy laughter, the screen went dark, and Donnie and the others lost their golden opportunity to kill. Donnie sighed inwardly. Dicken had already taken advantage of this time to capture twelve noble vampires of different bloodlines. With the blood of the Daywalker, combined with the pile of ancient stone tablets and altars, Dicken could become a blood god.
Donnie looked around and finally pulled a bleeding middle-aged man out from a narrow, winding corner. The man was in a very bad condition. His face was pale, and although the wound on his neck had barely stopped bleeding, there was no doubt that the virus had spread.
"I'm Tony Stark. Save me! Inject the serum into me quickly. If that doesn't work, just kill me..."
The middle-aged man spoke these words with his last remaining consciousness before passing out completely. The raging vampire virus had caused his body temperature to rise rapidly, and he relied on his willpower to hold on until Donnie and the others arrived.
"Tony Stark?! Why are you here?!"
Donnie was horrified, and he was actually a little nervous. Tony's appearance was terrible at the moment, completely different from the glamorous appearance he usually appeared in the media, so he didn't recognize him at first, and Donnie didn't even think about it!
But why is Tony Stark here?!