American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 73 Eric the Blade

Allen's actions completely baffled the five female vampires.

Normally, when they lure men in, they get them almost drunk, and once they reveal their fangs, they are all terrified.

Suddenly faced with such an eager prey, I was momentarily at a loss.

Come on, come on.

Allen deliberately lowered his collar to show off his fair neck, boasting, "I shower frequently, so there's no dead skin or grime on my neck."

It would be impolite not to accept such hospitality.

"You're such an adorable little guy."

The five women bared their fangs, their eyes already gleaming with hunger.

They stepped forward and surrounded Allen, getting closer to his neck, their breaths coming out slightly rapid.

Allen said shyly and hesitantly, "Just suck, don't blow on it, it tickles."

They didn't care about anything else; the next second, their lips couldn't wait to press against the skin of her neck.

Sizzle...

Ah! Ah! Ah...

The five women covered their mouths, angrily demanding, "What did you put on your body?"

When their lips touched each other's skin, they immediately felt a burning sensation.

"Hehe... I'm the kind of hot-blooded youth who'd be steaming even if you threw me into the river."

Allen looked at the tricked vampire with a smug expression.

On his way here, he passed by a restaurant, barged into the kitchen uninvited, and casually extracted garlic to make garlic extract, which he then applied to his body.

To prevent vampires from detecting the garlic smell, perfume was deliberately added to mask it.

He's crazy, but not stupid.

"Kill him."

Realizing they had been tricked, the vampire stopped pretending and extended his fingernails, revealing two sharp fangs. However, his upper and lower lips looked as if they had been kissed by a red-hot iron, turning them black and blurry.

"It seems a fierce and exhilarating battle is inevitable."

Allen jumped back, assumed a fighting stance, and solemnly declared, "Green Mountain Strongman Fist."

"..."

The five women exchanged glances and then rushed forward.

Ah-da.

Ah, sprinkling.

Ah, right?

Ah, doge.

Ah, what a joke.

The battle was over in five seconds. The five women covered their eyes, wincing in pain, and looked at Allen, who was still holding his chicken wings outstretched. They really couldn't understand how a mentally ill person could be so good at fighting.

Although mixed-race individuals are similar to ordinary people, at least ordinary weapons cannot cause fatal injuries, they still experience pain.

"I won the championship in Southeast Asia in 1974 when I fought my first free fighting match. In 1980, I defeated Lei Long, a heavy hitter from Taiwan, who was nicknamed the 'Devil Muscle Man' who could shake with his left hand and absorb with his right."

As he spoke, Allen made a grasping motion with his hands in a cone shape.

"Who cares if he's a demon or a muscleman?" one of them said dismissively. "This is the vampires' home turf. Everyone downstairs is one of our own. Call them up and deal with him."

If they were outside, their first thought would probably be to escape.

But this is a vampire's lair, and the dance floor downstairs is full of vampires. How could they not be able to deal with an ordinary person?

Press the call bell on the table and wait for the waiter to come.

After staring at each other for a long time, and seeing that no one came to check on the situation, they immediately realized that something was wrong.

Even lower in status among mixed-race individuals were male mixed-race individuals, who typically served as waiters and handled menial tasks such as disposing of corpses.

When wandering around at night, there are more men than women, and if you're skinny, you have to consider whether you can fight them.

Therefore, they can only serve as waiters in the nest, eating the leftovers of their kind.

Allen looked out the window of the private box and could see the dance floor.

At this moment, a black man dressed in black clothes, black pants, a black trench coat, and black sunglasses is wielding a sharp sword and is killing indiscriminately, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

With a single strike, the vampire instantly turned to ashes.

If he's not Blade Runner, then who is?

"You're doomed."

Allen turned around and grinned: "The main character from the vampire story has arrived."

protagonist?

The five women looked completely bewildered.

Blade is seen as a major villain by the vampires, who relentlessly hunt him down, much like Batman is to Gotham's criminals.

Hearing the name alone is enough to make me wet myself; how could I possibly consider it the main character?

Blademaster Eric Brooks wiped out a group of vampires, but didn't forget to strike a rather awkward pose.

Fighting has to be cool, posing is essential, sunglasses are the real deal – you can tell at a glance you're a sophisticated person.

At that moment, a dark figure descended; it was none other than Batman, Bruce Wayne.

"Blade Runner, Eric Brooks?"

"Batman, Bruce Wayne?"

The two looked at each other, nodded, and shook hands as a sign of respect.

Gotham City is suddenly invaded by vampires. The members of the Bat-Family have returned to the cities they need to protect. Bruce is caught in a dilemma and has no choice but to seek help from the Sky Eye and S.H.I.E.L.D.

There are simply too many vampires for one person to handle.

Normally, he can deal with criminals one by one, but this doesn't work on the vampire problem, mainly because it harms the public.

After all, criminals have no interest in tormenting ordinary people; even if they torture them to death, they won't get any gold coins. So their focus naturally falls on bankers and capitalists.

Therefore, Batman must fight evil, because he is also a capitalist.

"Frey has already explained the situation to me," Eric said coldly. "I will not let vampires destroy Gotham."

"Thank you so much for your help. I hope to rescue the Gotham citizens who have been kidnapped by the vampires first."

During this period, Gordon provided intelligence that, excluding homeless people, at least a thousand people had gone missing, leading Bruce to suspect that something big was about to happen.

"It's probably hopeless."

Eric stated bluntly, "Once you are transformed into a vampire and have consumed blood, it is impossible for you to turn back into a human. Under the constant erosion of your bloodlust, your consciousness will be lost and you will no longer be human."

Bruce paused for a moment, then persisted, "I hope to try and see if we can salvage the situation."

He has discovered that the vampire invasion was a conspiracy by the Court of Owls, and that it all started with him, so he doesn't want to see innocent people involved.

"Suit yourself, but let me make one thing clear beforehand: once it's determined that the patient can't be saved, I will eliminate him myself," Eric said.

"Can."

Bruce is not a saint either. Those infected who cannot be saved will inevitably become vampires, thus harming more innocent people. Taking timely measures to stop the damage is necessary.

"Bat!"

Allen leaned out the window and called out, "Come upstairs and have a seat. I've ordered you a lady."

After speaking, Allen turned back and gave the vampire women, who were preparing to escape, a good beating.

"Do you know him?"

"Um."

Alan's sudden appearance caught Bruce off guard.

When the vampire invasion occurred, Allen was the first person I thought of, but after going to Arkham Asylum and not finding him, I had to find another way.

The two went up the stairs to the second floor and heard a sound of fists and kicks coming from in front of the treasure chest.

"Powder-shattering milk-crushing fist".

"Silicone foot bursting open."

"The Girl Goes to Sea"

"The madam is making a comeback."

"A muscular man whimpers with his legs"

……

Pushing open the door, one is greeted by Allen punching and kicking five female vampires huddled in a corner, as if he were the one who had forced them into prostitution.

The five women were already bruised and swollen, trembling with fear like quails.

It's so humiliating to be beaten up by a mentally ill person. If word gets back to my fellow human beings, I'll be too ashamed to show my face.

(End of this chapter)