American comics: The Savior Who Started with Vampires

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Chapter 103 Vampires in the Central District

"Lauren, hahaha, we meet again!"

Two burly men embraced tightly, but aside from the smiles on their faces...

Whether it was the henchmen following behind them or themselves, one hand was discreetly tucked into their waistband, where a bulge clearly indicated the hidden guns.

Nothing unusual happened, and the two slowly separated.

"How's it going? Has the goods arrived yet?"

Lauren stared at the man in front of her and laughed in a seemingly cheerful manner.

The dimly lit room was cluttered with miscellaneous items, making it look messy. Only a neatly arranged table and two chairs stood upright to one side.

The man slowly walked to the table and patted the only black box on it.

At his signal, his henchman standing in the room came to the table, carefully opened the box, and the bald man walked over and casually pulled out a bag containing what looked like white powder.

I tore it open, lightly touched it with my finger, and then took a deep sniff.

A strange, intoxicated look appeared on his face.

"Great, this batch of goods is fine!"

The bald man turned to look at his two subordinates behind him, then closed the open briefcase on the table.

Once their boxes were placed on the table, another group of people eagerly opened them.

A series of green US dollar bills came into view, and the two sides exchanged smiles, seemingly satisfied with the outcome.

"Those scumbags from the Masked Art Studio are gone. Shouldn't we expand our business further?"

The bald man couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Ha! Absolutely no problem. If it weren't for those damn guys monopolizing the supply, we wouldn't have been suffering like this lately. To be honest, I'd like to thank Batman! Haha..."

"Indeed! It's all thanks to those lunatics at the Masked Company. Why not just make money by selling drugs? Instead, they're always thinking about murder and robbery. A bunch of self-important bastards, they deserved to be caught by Batman!"

"Ha ha……"

The two couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"hehe"

At the doorway, a strange laugh rang out, instantly drawing the attention of everyone inside.

Lauren's eyes narrowed, and she instinctively pulled out her pistol. At the same time, another group of people also pulled out their pistols and aimed them directly at the man standing at the door.

"Who are you?"

Lauren looked at the man with some surprise.

The newcomer's clothes suggested he was not an ordinary citizen of Gotham, though they were disheveled, as if he had just been in a fight.

Then look at its slightly drooping head.

His gaze sharpened slightly.

"I……"

boom!

With a single gunshot, a cacophony of gunfire erupted instantly.

"Fuck!"

Faso, staggering and shot, couldn't help but curse under his breath. He hadn't expected this group to play by their own rules, but he had no intention of following them either.

The hand grenade, already prepared and with the ignition pin pulled, was thrown directly at him. After being hit by two more bullets, he quickly darted out the door, slammed it shut, and used it as a shield.

The grenade fell to the ground.

Lauren's eyes were bloodshot.

"Fuck!"

Everyone stared blankly at the spherical object that had fallen to the ground. The next moment, the two men who were closer to the door quickly ran to the door and tried to open it. However, after several attempts, they could not push the door open. Even slamming it hard did not help. It seemed that someone was blocking the door.

Under the despairing gazes of the crowd, the grenade suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and in an instant, countless shrapnel fragments filled the room.

"what……"

The room was filled with screams and low moans, and the blood was everywhere.

Some people lay on the ground groaning in pain, while others didn't even struggle at all.

The already cramped room instantly amplified the power of the fragmentation grenade.

Gently pressing his fingers into the bullet wound in his chest, he pried the two bullets out of his flesh. Faso's lips twitched slightly as he watched the wound heal and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Although these bullets won't kill him, and may not even cause him serious harm, the pain is unavoidable.

While tending to his wounds and listening to the low groans inside the room, Faso straightened his collar and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to have a hearty meal.

He gently opened the door, and a cloud of dust rushed out. Looking at the messy scene inside, the blood flowing on the floor was extremely glaring. A flash of crimson crossed Faso's eyes.

Bang bang bang!

Three bursts of blood instantly appeared on his chest, with one bullet grazing his scalp.

Despite being instantly injured, Faso did not retreat. Instead, he moved at high speed and rushed towards the man who was shooting from under the table that had fallen to one side.

boom!

The heavy tables and chairs were instantly overturned and slammed into a corner of the wall. Faso knocked the pistol out of the man's hand, grabbed the man's wrist, and pulled hard.

Click!

"Ahhh..."

The man let out a terrible scream, but before he could struggle, Faso suddenly opened its blood-red maw and bit down hard on his neck.

Glug...

Blood flowed into Faso's body through his throat, and the bullets that had been injected into his body were expelled from his wound by a mysterious force, while the wound healed rapidly.

Faso, somewhat angrily, kicked the lifeless man against the wall.

Pfft!

The sound of someone falling echoed in his ears. Faso turned around abruptly and saw the bald man who had just been lying on the ground groaning in pain suddenly rushing towards his vehicle with agile steps.

Oh shit!

Faso was suddenly startled and was about to give chase. However, by the time he reached the door, the bald man had already climbed into the driver's seat, and with the roar of the engine, the man sped away in the car.

"This guy..."

Unexpectedly, one person escaped. Faso stopped in anger. He wasn't stupid enough to chase after a sports car on foot. He turned to look at the struggling figure inside the house, and a smile appeared on his lips.

About fifteen minutes...

As the cold wind howled in the night, two figures leaped straight down from the roof of a three-story building. They were the two blood descendants who had just separated from Faso.

"grown ups?"

Looking at his two blood relatives, Faso said in a deep voice, "A guy just ran towards West Street. He was a bald black man, a member of the George gang. You guys bring him back to me!"

"yes!"

The two exchanged a glance, then quickly rushed in the direction Faso had indicated.

Although their speed wasn't quite at the level of leaving afterimages, it was still extraordinary. Under the cover of night, they quickly disappeared into the distant streets.

"what……"

A slightly painful groan echoed in the room.

(End of this chapter)