"I remember saying that you're not welcome here!" In a manor villa in New York, a slightly aged man was yelling at a group of young people in exasperation.
"Old Lanka, don't be so agitated. It's not good for your heart. We're just staying here for a while. We're compatriots. We should help each other, shouldn't we? "The leading young man didn't listen to the old man's words at all.
"Robert, why don't you go to New Jersey and find your boss! I don't welcome you here, dirty mixed-bloods! "The old man named Lanka scolded them.
"Old man, don't think that we won't kill you!" The young man named Robert was obviously angered by the dirty mixed-bloods.
Robert and the eight companions behind him all bared their terrifying fangs and sharp claws. Their pupils began to shrink, and the whites of their eyes increased. This was a sign that the vampires were about to attack.
But unexpectedly, the first to attack was Lanka.
Lanka was holding a metal cane in his hand. Under normal circumstances, this kind of cane was a gentleman's ornament.
Of course, if he used it to hit someone, it would be very painful.
As an old vampire who had seen a lot of storms, Lanka knew very well that he shouldn't fight blindly when it was time to fight.
Although Lanka looked a little old, his powerful vampire strength didn't fade much.
Only an afterimage could be seen as he waved the cane, and it directly hit Robert's head.
Bang ~ There was a solid metal ball at the handle of the cane. This ball directly hit Robert's temple, making the sound of a blunt object hitting a human body.
Robert's neck was directly broken, and part of his head was directly hit, showing an abnormal depression.
"I said that dirty mixed-bloods under Dicken Fess are not welcome here!" Lanka's face was still splashed with blood from hitting Robert.
At this time, Lanka looked very fierce. As his voice fell, the four bodyguards standing behind him moved. They showed their weapons and at the same time, they also showed their fangs.
The two groups of vampires were at daggers drawn in the manor. They didn't know that there were people watching from afar.
"Looks like the vampires aren't as united as I thought." Peter was talking to Li Jie, who was hiding somewhere else, through the radio.
"Just like human society, we will wage war to kill our own people." Li Jie observed the situation inside the manor through the binoculars.
The traces of the vampires were easier to find than he had imagined. Perhaps it was because their carnival was approaching, which made the group of vampires want to start celebrating early.
Li Jie and Peter were patrolling in the dark, observing the important intersections that Frank had mentioned.
Li Jie was the one who discovered the group's tracks. There were very few cars on the road at midnight, and Robert's group's two SUVs did not attract Li Jie's attention.
They dragged the two corpses out of the car and threw them into the bushes by the roadside.
Li Jie noticed that they were two young women. They must have been very beautiful when they were alive.
However, the last expression on their faces was one of horror and distortion. Their bodies were naked, and their bodies were covered with bite wounds.
Li Jie immediately realized what they were. He was so angry that he wanted to pull out his sword and kill them on the spot.
However, on second thought, killing them now was just a way to vent his anger. The most important thing now was to find more vampires hiding in New York.
Any clue would be crucial at this point in time.
Suppressing the anger in his chest, Li Jie informed the other three. Frank and Damon were far away and couldn't make it here. Moreover, they might be able to find something, so they didn't come to support Li Jie.
Spider-man Peter was not far away, and his speed was faster, so he arrived at the scene immediately.
The two followed the car's tracks and arrived at the manor.
"I hope they can kill each other, so that we don't have to worry about it. When I think about what happened to the two girls, I feel uncomfortable all over. These damn vampires. "Peter also saw the two horrible female corpses. He didn't have a good impression of these vampires.
If it was just an ordinary criminal, Peter might catch the criminal and hand him over to the police.
However, Peter hated vampires from the bottom of his heart. Maybe it was because of his religious family, or maybe in Peter's understanding, vampires didn't belong to humans at all.
Peter wasn't against purifying vampires.
"Quiet, Spider-man, let's see what these damn things want to do." Li Jie asked Peter to stop talking and quietly observe what these vampires were going to do.
The owner of the manor, Ranka, was a 500-year-old vampire. He was one of the first vampires to migrate to the New World.
He was also a pure-blooded vampire. In his opinion, mixed-blood vampires or blood slaves should be a level lower than pure-blooded vampires.
There were many pureblood vampires who thought like him. They were proud of their pureblood bloodline and looked down on mixed vampires or converted vampires. Not to mention the lower level blood slaves.
In their eyes, these vampires were only worthy of being servants, such as Ranka's bodyguards.
Since when did these lowly vampires dare to talk to the noble pureblood on equal terms?
It was that damned Dickon Firth, that damned converted vampire, who had brought about this change. How long was he born? How dare he question the unchanging rules of the Vampiric Empire?
Ranka hated Dicken Fess, and at the same time, he hated his followers.
"Kill all these guys." Ranka ignored Robert's accomplices and ordered his men indifferently.
The vampire bodyguards expressionlessly removed the magazines from their pistols and took out specially made magazines from their pockets.
"Damn it! This old man really wants to kill us! Damn it, he's using mithril bullets! "A sharp-eyed vampire saw that the bullets in the bodyguards' magazines were different.
"Damn it, take care of these guys," someone shouted. The eight young vampires took out their pistols and knives, ready to strike first.
For vampires, no matter how serious their injuries were, they could still recover. So even if Ranka broke Robert's neck, it was not a big deal. Although it was a little painful, he would not die. At most, he would need to rest for a day or two.
However, the injuries caused by mithril could not be healed by vampires. It was something that could cause fatal damage.
Mithril was not pure silver. Although pure silver was also harmful to Vampires, pure silver was too soft.
Vampires' skin was very tough. If pure silver was used as a weapon, it would be very difficult to break their skin.
Not to mention, if the vampires had defensive equipment, pure silver would be even more useless.
Therefore, mithril was a specially refined metal. Its synthesis formula had always been in the hands of a few people and organizations.
Mithril was more harmful to vampires than pure silver. Just a slight touch of skin would cause a severe burning sensation and scars that were difficult to recover from.
In the Vampiric Empire, those who could make or buy mithril weapons were generally the older vampires.
They had money and power in the empire, but at the same time, they prevented the newcomers from rising.
This was the real conflict between pure-blooded vampires and mixed-blooded vampires.
The group of young vampires obviously did not have the ability to get their hands on Mithril weapons. They pulled out their Colt M1911 pistols and started shooting at the bodyguards.
Although they took out their Colt M1911 pistols and started shooting at the bodyguards, the bodyguards did not even have the thought of dodging.
"Run! We have to leave here first. Damn it! Ranka is crazy! "Some young vampires were ready to run away.
One of the young vampires was ready to run because he had already seen the bodyguards push the mithril bullets into their guns.
Young people could be so stupid sometimes. They often challenged the patience of those in power with their self-righteous courage. They would never measure the huge difference in strength between the two sides.
This kind of courage was not worthy of admiration. Rather than calling it courage, it was better to call it stupidity.
Dicken Fess was now a huge force in the Vampiric Empire. Many of the older pure-blooded vampires were wary of him and even afraid of him.
However, this did not mean that they would be afraid of Dicken's subordinates.
A pig might be blown into the sky, but it did not mean that it could fly.
Robert and his accomplices had paid the price for their ignorance and stupidity. Hopefully, they would learn from it in the future. Oh, sorry, they probably would not have a future.
The young vampires were ready to run, but another group of bodyguards appeared in their path of retreat.
They had shotguns loaded with mithril bullets in their hands. Under the pincer attack of the two bodyguards, this group of arrogant vampires turned into a cloud of flying ash in the air, drifting in the air, and then disappeared without a trace.
"Looks like both sides did not lose." Peter's tone was a little regretful.
"Okay, the show is over. Let's get to work. We might have caught a big fish this time. "Li Jie had already taken out a mithril dagger and was ready to sneak into the vampire manor.
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