Chapter 62 Vampire Feast

Sean held up a black umbrella transformed from a three-pointed double-edged sword, and walked forward with his slender legs in the rain. No one noticed that no drop of rain could wet his body, not even the water droplets splashing on the ground.

Thinking about the group of vampires and werewolves he met this time, Sean felt that they seemed to be different from the group that appeared in New York before.

Although they were all vampires, the group of vampires in New York did not seem to have the characteristics of blue pupils when they appeared.

I don’t know where his little blood servant Nisha is now. Should I go to play with her?

At this time, Nisha was following the invited Blade, and beside her was the Blood Alliance team that their Vampire Empire had been practicing for two and a half years.

Interestingly, this Blood Alliance team that had been practicing for two and a half years was used to deal with Blade. Unexpectedly, they had the opportunity to cooperate now because of the alien mutant.

The two sides who were supposed to fight to the death naturally met with sarcasm and mutual provocation.

As a result, Blade planted a small silver nitrate bomb on the back of the head of the overly arrogant Blood Alliance team leader Reinhardt. Although the bomb was small, it was powerful. In addition, silver nitrate was deadly to vampires, so Reinhardt had to temporarily submit to Blade.

The group walked into the largest existing blood bank in the Vampire Empire with a reckless pace. Because of the attack of the mutants on the blood bank, they were ready to wait and see.

Basically, every blood bank is a gathering place for a large number of vampires. As soon as they entered, they could see vampires dressed in various styles.

As the iron gate rose, Blade saw a group of vampires at a carnival party.

Dynamic music, raised hands, shaking bodies, and cheering and screaming from time to time.

"Are you fucking kidding me..." Blade cursed.

He thought the blood bank was a well-defended and orderly military place, but he didn't expect it to be a party feast.

Blade frowned slightly as he looked at the vampires eating in the blood bank. His conditioned reflex made him want to draw his sword and turn these fallen species into ashes one by one.

But Nisha had already told him in advance before entering the door, and they had a more important purpose for this trip - hunting mutants.

Holding back his eager hands, Blade and the others separated to search around.

A male and female vampire put blades into each other's mouths, and then began to hug and bite each other, blood flowing down their lips that kept touching; there was also a bald man who was holding a knife behind a vampire whose skin was cut open and cutting his back, and the vampire seemed to feel no pain; there were even a few vampires who just started to hug each other and move, and it was a few against one.

Blade walked to the side with disdain, and attached the micro camera in his hand to the pillar behind him, while contacting the support of the scud outside.

Outside the building, the sprinter in the van received the images from the camera. He looked at the revelry of the vampires and greeted Whistler on the roof of another building with a smile on his face. It was raining outside and he was very comfortable in the covered van.

Whistler responded with a spit. He held a large-caliber sniper rifle in one hand and supported an asbestos tile removed from the roof with the other hand.

Whistler had planned to go in with Blade. He didn't trust the vampires at all, even though they were in a cooperative relationship now. Unfortunately, Blade asked him to support outside.

Whistler, with a frown on his face, didn't dare to let down his guard. He always felt that there was something wrong, but he didn't know where the problem was.

Suddenly, Whistler noticed a figure, a figure that was out of tune with the whole scene in front of him.

A man in a suit holding a black umbrella was walking slowly next to the building opposite.

Whistler keenly noticed the man's unique temperament. He was different from those low-level vampires who were drunk and dreaming, and he was also different from those vampire nobles who claimed to be noble. To be honest, Whistler felt that he was more like a human.

Watching the black figure put away his umbrella and enter the building opposite, Whistler felt that he had seen it wrong. If he was not a vampire, why did he come to the gathering place of vampires?

Sean put away his umbrella and just stepped into the building. The next second, he had passed through the guards and the iron gate that was not opened at all, and appeared in the middle of the carnival vampire group.

Damn, the taste is really strong. Sean looked at the bald man who was removing bones or cutting meat for people, and curled his lips in disdain.

This group of vampires is a perfect interpretation of what it means to be full and have nothing to do. The long life makes them gradually degenerate, and they only know how to enjoy themselves and live a life of drunkenness and dream.

Because of Sean's unique dress and temperament, several female vampires with smoky makeup couldn't help but approach him. The most outrageous thing was that two sturdy male vampires actually looked at him with a lewd smile.

Sean snapped his fingers lightly, and his figure instantly disappeared in the middle of several female vampires who were constantly flirting around him, leaving several female vampires looking at each other in confusion, not knowing what happened.

Standing in the middle of a group of dancing vampires on the stage, like a sculpture's blade, he glanced in the direction where Sean disappeared.

Hmm? Was there someone there just now?

Nisha walked up the stairs on both sides to the second floor, ignoring the few vampires on the stairs who looked like they had lost all hope.

Nisha came to the second floor and carefully observed any possible disturbance.

The corridor full of European style was empty. Suddenly, a black figure turned out at the end of the corridor. Nisha took out the double guns on her waist and aimed at the target like a frightened bird.

"Wow, is this how you welcome your master? It's quite special, but I don't like it very much, little maid."

Sean didn't care about the double guns pointed at him at all, and looked at Nisha who was surprised at the other end of the corridor with a smile on his face.

"You... why are you here?" Nisha asked.

The next second, Sean stood in front of Nisha. Seeing Nisha who took two steps back because of his speed, Sean grabbed her wrist holding the gun and gently pulled it. Nisha's delicate body under the leather coat immediately stuck in front of him.

"What? Don't welcome your master?" Sean raised his eyebrows and looked down at her.

Nisha smelled the smell on Sean's body. She could feel the heat of Sean's body through several layers of clothes. That weird feeling climbed up her body again.

Forced to not fall into that strange feeling, Nisha took a step back and looked up at Sean.

"No... no, it's just that I'm on a mission now." Nisha's pale face actually showed a faint pink.

"Hmm? Mission? Is it about those mutants you mentioned?" Sean asked thoughtfully. He had heard Nisha talk about it in the bar before.

"Yes."

Sean opened his ears and he did hear the movements of several special creatures, which were different from the vampires and ordinary people in this building.

Oh? One of them actually went around behind him.

"It seems that someone else is looking for you." Sean raised his mouth and looked at Nisha.

"Nisha."

Nisha heard the voice behind her and immediately turned around. It was Blade.

"What's wrong?" Blade noticed that Nisha seemed a little strange. He thought Nisha had encountered something.

Nisha shook her head and looked back again. Sean's figure was gone.

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