I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Instead of showing "Midnight Howl" on the movie screen, Craven's live stream video was projected onto the screen.

Chapter 116 The Real Culprit Behind It

Orange soda?

Fletcher shook his head. "Didn't I tell you? I don't share your interests."

“I know you like blood drinks, but perhaps you could try other flavors.”

The cinema manager, Gina, said to her, "I thought if we chatted, or just took a walk, or watched a movie, your tastes would align with mine."

"People's tastes don't change easily, just like their personalities; once they're set, they won't change."

Fletcher watched Craven's boastful talk on the movie screen and continued, "If I were you, Gina, I would stay away from me. After all, I'm not a good person and have been planning to destroy this city."

"Great, because I'm a complete scumbag too."

Gina frankly told Fletcher, "There's nothing good about me. I have evil thoughts and do evil things. I swear all the time, I smoke and drink. To be honest, my mouth and brain are almost full of shit, and it just keeps spewing out like swarms of maggots."

After giving herself a precise assessment, she took off her glasses, revealing her dark pupils. "Or do you think, Fletcher, I'm an honest and kind person, a good person? Anyone who associates with someone like me will only get into trouble."

My troubles, my problems, my emotions, everything about me—I'll dump a bucket of dirty water on your head. A good girl is well-mannered, wears a pretty sundress, and doesn't constantly utter words like "motherfucker." But I'm not.

Fletcher is a film investor, and Gina is a movie theater manager.

However, their relationship was not simple.

Fletcher works behind the scenes, often filming "reality TV" movies.

Without exception, everyone in her movies is killed, hunted down by the monsters she creates.

“Since I boarded your ship, I, who am not a good person, have no way out.”

Gina said while watching the movie screen.

Seeing the hunter Craven making witty remarks on the screen, she couldn't help but chuckle and remark, "This hunter is quite the romantic."

Fletcher shifted his posture. "What? You want to go on a date with him? Or do you think it's romantic for a man to act like an animal in the woods?"

"Go ahead and be sarcastic, but if you look at it from another angle, it is indeed quite romantic. I mean, he might encounter romantic things, like a romantic date with an orangutan or a baboon."

"Unfortunately, he won't meet him today. I've already sent his favorite prey over there."

Fletcher said casually, "I hope this reality show will satisfy me."

Aren't you afraid of attracting public attention?

Gina felt that bringing this matter to the media might attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

"Who do you mean will stand in my way? The vampire princess? Or that vampire hunter?"

Fletcher said calmly, "Are those the two Spider-Men who were all the rage before? That Spider-Man was a bit troublesome, but he was just one person."

"No one can stop my plan."

Fletcher stood up and walked outside. "There's going to be a good show soon, you can enjoy it to your heart's content."

"how about you?"

"I'm going to make a phone call and order a pizza while I'm at it."

Her eyes gradually turned blood red, shining even brighter in the shadows.

"Who? Who called you?"

Brooklyn, a back alley of a bar.

With a dull thud, a guy was violently thrown out of the door.

The person who was beaten out was practically a mountain of flesh, with the excess flesh covered by tattoos resembling layers of terraced fields.

The fat man, or more accurately, a fat man who was shirtless, with two of his fingers in splints, staggered out.

The Blademaster grabbed his body and slammed it heavily against the door.

The fat man's body shook the walls, and countless pieces of plaster fell down.

A fire-breathing snake was tattooed around his navel, while another snake coiled around his thigh, which was as thick as a bucket, and stretched towards the inside of his thigh.

The Blade Runner punched him hard in the fire-breathing snake spot on his stomach.

The fat man collapsed to the ground in pain.

"If you keep being stubborn, I don't mind touching the place where you have the tattoo on your lower body."

Threatened by Blade, the fat man exhaled and said, "If you dare, believe me, I'll shoot you in the mouth?"

"Very good, I like your temper."

The blade pressed directly against his groin and struck him hard.

The fat man immediately covered his groin and knelt on the ground.

Then Blade stepped forward and reached for his clothes.

Unfortunately, his arms weren't that long.

Blade remained expressionless, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his throat.

The fat man screamed loudly and raised his fleshy hand to slap Blade across the face.

Blade leaned back, and the fat man's hand struck a nearby rusty trash can.

His index and middle fingers bent backward at a frightening angle, followed by a crisp snapping sound and a heart-wrenching scream.

Blade slowly drew the silver knife from his back with one hand and said, "Very good, cut off two fingers on your left hand as well, so it will be perfectly symmetrical."

He released the fat man's throat and gave him a shove.

The fat man stumbled and fell backward into the trash can.

The trash cans seemed to have been converted into temporary shelters by homeless people—dirty plates were everywhere, attracting swarms of flies.

Next to the back trash can was a simple bed with a deep indentation in the middle of the bed surface.

Then Blade grabbed the fat man's pumpkin head and slammed it onto the filthy and crumbly garbage lid.

Holding a silver knife in his left hand, he reached for the fat man's head with his right.

After the fat man's head was lifted up, Blade placed a photograph in front of his nose.

He blinked his teary eyes and stared at the photo.

"The woman in the background is named Fletcher Gaines."

Blade asked her, "She's your superior, isn't she? You're in this photo! Tell me, who exactly is she?!"

This photo was taken at a party. The fat man is holding a glass of what may be beer and is laughing heartily.

Everyone else around was bathed in the glow of bright red Christmas lights.

On the stage behind him, there was a woman sitting in the very center.

Even just sitting there, she can still attract everyone's attention.

"A bartender said you might know him."

"Yes, yes," the fat man cried out in anguish, "I know her. Why didn't you show me the photo sooner?"

He simply raised his splinted hand and shook it, like an injured penguin waving its flipper.

"Tell me, what is her real identity? Is she behind those vampires that have recently appeared in New York?"

“A major shareholder of Midnight Film Company, I met her when I worked on film sets before. Although she is a vampire, she rarely communicates with us.”

"Which faction of vampire is she?"

"Nobody knows her. She seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and there seems to be a werewolf with her, but nobody has ever seen her."

"that is all?"

"That's all. She's very close to the manager of Qianen Cinema. Maybe you could go find her. I remember her name is Gina."

Blade raised his longsword and continued, "Who was on the phone with you just now?"

"It was her, Fletcher Gaines, who wanted us to continue recruiting a group of actors."

"actor?"

"Yes, some extras."

"What does she want to do?"

“I don’t know! I really don’t know! I know these actresses often disappear. Maybe she just fed herself to her werewolves, or maybe she did something else, but we dare not ask her. No vampire is her match. Everyone is afraid of her.”

After confirming that he didn't seem to be lying, Blade nodded. "Very good, thank you for your cooperation."

After Blade left.

"Damn it, all of you will die a horrible death," the fat man sobbed and cursed.

But suddenly a dart flew from the darkness, striking the fat man's mouth and knocking out several of his teeth with its sharp point.

He rolled over and coughed violently, blood bubbles appearing at the corners of his mouth, and a bloody tooth fell to the ground.

The silver-tipped dart plunged deep into his mouth, and a searing pain immediately shot through him.

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Chapter 117 You will be torn to pieces!

"Sonic gun! It can take lives silently, like a ghost."

Craven, holding up his gun, addressed the audience:

"Unlike guns, which make gunshots or explosions, sonic weapons can be used to attack without the victim's knowledge. This undetectable attack method makes sonic weapons an extremely deadly weapon."

Craven proudly told the viewers watching the live stream, "I've used it to hunt rhinos before!"

"This weapon is good enough to deal with Spider-Man. To be precise, I used it to deal with Spider-Man, but using it here is a waste of its potential."

He made a regretful expression, but quickly added, "But don't worry, I've studied the two Spider-Men. I know their habits. After this live stream ends, I'll continue to stream how I hunted the two humanoid spiders."