American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 320 The Theory of Vampires

Twenty is a time of youthful restlessness, and people of all nationalities often use alcohol to mask their deepest desires.

On the second-floor sofa, several alluring women were sitting on another sofa not far away, their positions offering a clear view of the first-floor scenery.

"Betty, has anyone caught your eye?"

The blonde woman at the head of the group licked her lips and glanced at the many young men in the audience.

She could feel many secret gazes on her. The woman was wearing a black, low-cut dress, which would be a killer look for a boy her age.

"The one you've got your eye on?"

The woman called Betty had long, smooth, black hair and wore a deep red dress that made her look elegant and radiant.

The woman glanced around, then her gaze settled on two tall boys in a corner on the first floor.

One of them had an unremarkable appearance, wore black-rimmed glasses and looked like a reporter who had just come from a newspaper office; he was uninteresting at first glance.

But another person, an Asian youth with chiseled and angular features, had a handsome appearance and a cool demeanor that made women rub their legs together involuntarily.

"I think this young man is quite good."

The woman extended her slender finger and tapped Gino.

"Asian? Betty, when did you change your tastes?"

Just as Black people are discriminated against on the other side of the continent, Asians in free America are actually not as well off as Black people.

"I think he's special, don't I?"

Betty ignored her companions' teasing.

A playful smile tugged at her lips as she held up one finger and said, "Give me a minute to take down this Asian kid!"

As she spoke, Betty slowly stood up, swaying her hips and walking down the steps with her head held high. The fragrant breeze she created caused many men to show intoxicated expressions, suggesting that vampires might have the ability to seduce people's souls.

"Hey, handsome, a freshman?"

Betty walked straight to Gino's side, and upon seeing her target, many men immediately showed expressions of disappointment. Damn it, they were just as good as her, so why wasn't it them?

"Oh?"

Seeing the black-haired woman standing in front of him, Gino raised an eyebrow slightly.

Good heavens, I haven't even come looking for them yet, and these prey have already delivered themselves to my doorstep.

"My name is Betty, how are you?"

When the woman saw Gino staring intently at her, she thought she had him under her thumb, but she only smiled slightly.

What aloof male god? He was easily won over by me.

"Hello, my name is Bruce." Gino smiled and extended his hand, also feigning surprise.

Their hands clasped tightly and then quickly separated, but Betty was quite adept at it; as they parted, she even hooked her little finger around Gino's palm.

But Gino was unmoved. A vampire who had lived for countless years had no interest in old age.

"Why don't we go somewhere and have some fun?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, the woman leaned close to Gino's ear with seductive eyes and whispered something.

"Alright, find me a spot, I'm invincible!"

Gino went along with it, winking at Clark as he did so.

Clark smiled wryly; his best friend was always the one who was welcomed wherever he went.

"I know I'll get another room on the second floor. Come with me."

Betty took Gino's hand and led him upstairs.

It's fine to say that different customs are a good thing; the fact that Americans can fire their guns no matter where they are is truly admirable.

Betty led Gino to a room on the second floor.

As soon as the door closed, the woman threw herself into Gino’s arms as if she had never seen a man before.

She took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring: "You smell delicious!"

As the woman spoke, she parted her red lips slightly, revealing a pair of sharp canine teeth.

She slowly approached Gino's neck, and then her small mouth suddenly opened wide, tearing open and expanding several times its size as she bit down on Gino's neck!

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

"what!"

Betty covered her mouth in horror, and dark red, putrid blood slid down the corner of her mouth.

"Damn it, what are you?!"

Betty covered her mouth in pain; the intense pain made her kneel on the ground, her back arched.

Dracula felt as if she had just bitten into a stone.

For vampires, those two canine teeth are their feeding organs.

"What is it?" Gino smiled and lightly touched his cheek, revealing his handsome face. "I should be asking you what you are."

The boy regained his original appearance, and the previously oppressive aura was no longer pressing down; a terrifying bio-force field covered the entire room.

"Bang!"

Without a doubt, like a dead fish, Betty was firmly pressed to the floor, lying sprawled out and unable to move an inch.

The woman struggled to lift her eyes, her gaze falling on Gino, before her blood-red eyes were gradually replaced by terror.

In free America, you may not know who the president is, but you cannot be unaware of who Keno Luther is.

Betty had seen Gino in the newspapers and on television.

You can see him anywhere.

At the same time, the woman was also well aware of the other party's strength.

Rumor has it that the other side destroyed the moon and then pieced it back together.

Betty didn't think she was harder than the moon.

"Betty, is it?"

Gino pinched the woman's chin: "Let's make this quick."

How many of you are there?

"And how did you become a vampire?"

The vampires, whom people feared, were now lying on the ground like a wronged puppy. Betty, with blood flowing from her mouth, mumbled, "I was converted at the freshman orientation. Our organization is called the Vampire Sisterhood, and there are about 31 of us."

"really."

Gino pinched his chin, his expression wistful.

Just as he had guessed, this ball was a ceremony for these vampires to develop their own families.

However, judging from their numbers, this group of people has not been vampires for very long.

"That's interesting." Gino stepped on Betty's back. "Tell me, who was the original infected?"

Humans don't become vampires for no reason; to solve the problem of vampires, we must address the root cause.

"I...I don't know!" Betty shook her head blankly.

"Huh?" Gino emphasized, startling the woman who quickly explained.

"I really don't know who the original source of infection was; I only remember being bitten by Anna!"

Faced with the terror of life and death, Betty decisively chose to betray her teammates.

"Good heavens, are you guys using nesting dolls like this? One bites another?" Gino tilted his head.

Betty said, looking aggrieved, "Because, because our purity isn't high enough, each person can only develop one vampire."

"No wonder your vampire clan has rankings like dukes and viscounts." Gino pinched his chin. Regardless of who the original source of the infection was, these vampires could not be allowed to continue to develop their followers.

(End of this chapter)