American comics: The Savior Who Started with Vampires

Chapter 39 Wanted

Lin Jue was awakened by an alarm bell. He jumped off the bed in an instant, but a strange feeling rose in his heart and he did not immediately peek out the window.

As the sirens faded, his extraordinary hearing allowed him to hear hurried footsteps slowly approaching the hotel.

Lin Jue's gaze sharpened slightly. Knowing the plot, he knew that although the police officers in this world were human, they were actually controlled by vampires.

His eyes quickly scanned the room, and he rushed to the door. However, the next moment, the door was blown off with a loud explosion. He had not expected the other side to use a rocket launcher. Lin Jue was blasted backward and crashed heavily into the window sill before falling down.

Amidst the continuous gunfire, several bullets struck his body.

"Fuck!"

The moment Lin Jue, who had been injured in the accident, landed, his body twisted and blurred, leaving afterimages that flashed across the street before disappearing swiftly before the shocked police officers.

Meanwhile, at an abandoned dock, Blade was taken by Albert and Hannibal to their base.

"So, you're Whistler's daughter?"

The blade stared at the woman, whose face was beautiful yet exuded a heroic spirit.

"Haha, brother, yes, she is. Hello, my name is Hannibal King. It's nice to meet you!" Hannibal, with his cheeky face, smiled at Blade, his mouth chattering away, never stopping since he rescued Blade.

Even the usually serious and earnest Blade showed a hint of helplessness on his face. Knowing the answer, he turned his head slightly to the side, not wanting to reply to the somewhat noisy man beside him.

However, Hannibal, who did not receive a reply, became more and more excited as he talked, revealing everything about how he turned himself into a vampire on his own and how he was saved by Albert and others.

Even Albert, standing to the side, showed a hint of embarrassment. Soon they arrived at the dock's internal laboratory, where a woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses was staring intently at a computer screen displaying a flickering image.

"Doctor, mission accomplished."

Albert spoke first.

However, the female geneticist remained focused on the computer screen with a deep gaze, which aroused Albert's suspicion, and even Hannibal curiously leaned over to look.

"Oh my God!" Hannibal exclaimed, drawing Blade's attention as well.

At this moment, a scene was playing on the computer screen. The geneticist slowly looked at the three people looking over and then replayed the video.

The camera is filming a shop on a street. With the sound of breaking glass, a man is thrown out of the shop, and shortly after, a woman is also thrown out. From the angle of the video, it can be vaguely seen that a fight seems to have taken place inside the shop, with shelves collapsing and things scattered outside, until a figure is sent flying out.

Blade's gaze sharpened; the familiar clothes and figure immediately reminded him of Lin Jue, who had left a deep impression on him.

Seeing Lin Jue fall to the ground in an instant, his gaze suddenly sharpened. He had a vague idea of ​​Lin Jue's strength, yet this person seemed to have been knocked out of the store by something. As police officers began to appear and spread throughout the streets, Lin Jue's figure left afterimages and disappeared in front of the cameras.

"Is this a new breed of vampire?"

Albert's gaze turned serious. She noticed that the video was not sped up, and Lin Jue's last disappearing figure gave her a sense of dread. It was so fast that the camera could only capture a blurry black shadow flashing by.

The female geneticist's face was extremely solemn. She slowly adjusted the spectacle on her nose and looked up at Blade: "Day Wanderer, what's your opinion?"

Albert and Hannibal, who were standing nearby, both looked over.

"I know that guy. He claims to be the progenitor of vampires and is impervious to silver and sunlight!"

"Oh my god!"

Hannibal clutched his face tightly with both hands, sighing and groaning. Just as he was about to utter some dejected words, the female geneticist's eyes lit up, and she stopped him from speaking.

"Is there any way to deal with him?"

"Deal with him? Haven't you noticed something else?"

That guy seemed to have been knocked away by something, the part that the cameras couldn't capture—I think that was the real danger!

The man with the dark face stared at the three people in front of him, quickly recalling what Lin Jue had said to him before.

When the female geneticist told the group that the true progenitor of vampires had been awakened, a hint of excitement flashed across her face.

"Fuck! Two progenitors of vampires, it's all over, it's all over!" Hannibal screamed, but there was no fear on his face.

"Blood God?"

The female geneticist then shared what she knew about the legends surrounding the Blood God.

"Now we have a way to solve this once and for all: develop a virus that can crack the vampire gene, and I'm almost there!"

"A permanent solution, a virus?" This time, Blade finally couldn't help but look at the people in front of him. He hadn't expected there to be such a way.

"Where's that guy?"

Albert pointed to Lin Jue's image on the computer screen.

"I even suspect he might be a vampire?" the female geneticist chuckled softly, adjusting her glasses.

"Didn't you guys notice the biggest problem? That guy can be caught on camera!"

"...!!"

Everyone, including Blade, froze in place, an awkward atmosphere filling the group of vampire hunters.

Several days later, one night, Blade once again took Albert out to search for Drake's whereabouts.

As the pitch-black night enveloped the dock, a figure appeared outside, gazing at the silent and somewhat deserted dock. His appearance slowly changed, and after a moment, he transformed into Whistler, swaggering towards the dock.

At that moment, in the laboratory at the dock, a geneticist was operating experimental equipment to mix some reagents, while Hannibal was teasing the geneticist's young daughter.

Their cheerful laughter occasionally echoed through the empty hall.

Hello!

The cheerful words interrupted their joyful laughter. Hannibal's heart suddenly tightened, and he stared in astonishment at the man who had appeared on the stairs above.

"Whistler?"

"Haha, I never imagined my daughter would lead the team to this level!"

Whistler smiled and slowly walked down the stairs, his gaze fixed on Hannibal.

Just as Hannibal was at a loss and about to step forward, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

The geneticist, facing the elderly man descending the stairs, asked, "Who are you? Why are you impersonating Whistler?"

"Fuck!"

Hannibal, realizing what was happening, rushed to a nearby table, ready to grab his gun. But the next moment, Whistler leaped down, casually slapping the geneticist away, and then quickly grabbed Hannibal's neck!

(End of this chapter)