After receiving David's notice, Kingpin and Pushkin decided to participate in the matter.

Two important figures in the underground world on the East Coast issued orders together, causing a huge storm in an instant.

The major gangs gathered in Hell's Kitchen responded one after another, and no one dared not to obey.

Local gangs in New York, Russian gangs, Irish gangs, Mexican gangs, island gangs, and even triads from the Far East... all the big and small forces gathered together, and the gang members were both men and women.

Of course, most of them are burly men with different skin colors.

But regardless of whether they are men or women, the standard equipment is full of tattoos on their backs and hands, plus a variety of modified firearms, giving them a full gangster vibe.

It only took a few minutes for everyone to respond quickly after receiving the message.

Within a few moments, every major street in Hell's Kitchen, as far as the eye could see, was filled with darkness and was quickly occupied by gangsters who ran out of the houses.

Passers-by were stunned and thought that the group was pretending to be marching, but in fact they were rebelling and robbing banks.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of men with fierce faces and fierce aura coming towards me. I subconsciously trembled with my legs and retreated, not knowing what happened.

"Hey, you scared them."

"It's so funny, did you see it? They almost pissed themselves."

"Stop blabbering and get in the car quickly. We have to hurry up and don't forget the boss's instructions."

"certainly."

Taking to the streets openly and openly with guns is not for fighting, but to help the authorities eradicate vampires.

To be honest, even they themselves did not expect this day to come.

Although it was clear that their boss and the authorities must have reached some kind of agreement, there was one sentence in the order issued by the two that was right to their liking.

This is New York!

This is Manhattan!

This is Hell's Kitchen!

This is gang territory!

What kind of bullshit vampire you are, you will die if you dare to come!

…

At this time, the head of the New York Police, George Stacey, was leading the SWAT team to guard the door with an anxious look on his face.

However, it was not to stop the vampires in the building, but to respond to the injured FBI agents who escaped from the building and members of the National Guard combat team.

"In less than twenty minutes, most of the people were injured..."

George stared intently at the entrance to the building that was blocked by the SWAT police with shields. The rapid and loud gunfire, the roar of vampires, and the shouts of his companions intertwined into a terrifying music.

He was pacing back and forth anxiously, feeling uneasy in his heart. There was only one thought left in his mind:

"How long until our reinforcements arrive?"

While thinking, he looked up at the empty sky.

About ten minutes ago, two fighting figures flew towards the seaside, and Morbius and Lucis disappeared from the sight of most people.

This shows that the situation is completely out of control.

They could not expect Morbius to deal with Lucis as soon as possible and then turn around and eliminate the vampires in the building.

Fortunately, Morbius should have still maintained his sanity, and realized that he was still unable to capture Lucis, so he deliberately moved the battlefield outside of Manhattan - most likely near the coastline, so that Lucis could not command him face to face.

These vampires he created.

George's thoughts changed and he no longer cared so much about it.

The top priority right now is to find a way to completely eliminate the vampires that Lucis created in large numbers in the building.

However, reinforcements have yet to arrive.

Even including the SWAT team beside George, compared to the staggering number of vampires in the building, it is only a drop in the bucket and cannot be of any help.

"There are at least three to four hundred vampires inside. They are difficult to kill and are not afraid of bullets. Even unlike the legendary vampires, sunlight seems to be invulnerable to them."

Rodriguez finally exited the building with sweat on his forehead and a look of worry in his eyes.

The encounter in the building twenty minutes ago is still vivid in my mind.

"Currently, it seems that the methods we can use in the city will only weaken them very little. In a short period of time, we can only break their leg bones and weaken their ability to move..."

Rodriguez introduced George to the inside of the building and about the vampires they encountered.

"Where's the flame?"

George said in a deep voice: "Can you think of a way to burn all the vampires inside with a fire? Each one will be counted as one if they are burned to death."

"Ordinary flames can cause great harm to humans, but with the powerful vitality these vampires currently display, I have reason to believe that even if you burn them into mummies, they will still have extraordinary mobility."

Rodriguez was very helpless: "To completely eliminate them, we can only burn them to ashes. But to achieve this, apart from large-scale incendiary bombs, few weapons can achieve it."

After a pause, he emphasized: "You have to know that this is an urban area, and it is Manhattan in New York."

Molotov cocktails in Manhattan.

Are you crazy?!

Even the president cannot bear this responsibility.

Of course George understood what Rodriguez meant, but in this way, the situation was forced into a deadlock.

Bang bang bang bang!

At this time, the gunfire inside the building became more intense.

Mosley and a group of heavily armed companions struggled to break out of the encirclement, which could be said to be forced out of the building.

From the outside, although Mosley and others were in a sorry state, there were not many injuries on their bodies, so they were doing pretty well.

"How about it?"

Rodriguez and George are hopeful.

"Can't stop it!"

Mosley shook his head and gave a disappointing answer.

He whispered: "I suspect that before Lucis left, he gave instructions to the vampires in the building. They seemed to be rational, but in fact they were completely out of control. They had a great thirst for blood and would bite anyone they saw.

…”

"Where are our reinforcements?"

As Mosley said, he couldn't help but ask: "Why hasn't anyone come to support you yet?"

"The director just told me that the supporting troops have already set off and will arrive in about fifteen minutes."

George looked ugly and struggled to answer.

"fifteen minutes?"

Mosley looked in disbelief: "We can hold them off for five more minutes at most... Do you know that if those vampires rush out of the building, we will be completely finished!"

"The most important thing is that we don't even know yet whether we will be infected if we are bitten by these vampires..."

"If the people bitten by them are at risk of infection, then our injured companions, who may even become vampire accomplices, will turn against us!

"Fuck!"

Mosley was so anxious that he jumped up and cursed.

"Fifteen minutes is the limit. You are the FBI and you know the procedures here better than I do."

George didn't mind Mosley's almost abusive words.

He knew that Mosley was not scolding him.

"Where's the phone call I asked you to make?"

Suddenly, Mosley seemed to think of something: "What did the director say? Has he replied to your message?"

"David Fisk?"

George reacted, nodded and said: "Director Pittman said that they have agreed to support and are on their way over."

"Time." Mosley asked.

"ten minutes."

George looked at his watch and said hesitantly: "If it's on time, they should be arriving soon."

"Very good!"

Mosley cheered up: "Finally some good news."

aside.

Rodriguez then breathed a sigh of relief.

"If David Fisk brings people here, it will be good news for us."
To be continued...