A building occupied by vampires.

A hunting game started by gang members from Hell's Kitchen is in full swing.

Mosley and others became completely outsiders.

The more they looked, the more frightened they became.

On the one hand, the combat power and methods of the gang members in front of them far exceeded their expectations.

On the other hand, the vampires in the building were also horrified that despite being hunted by a group of ferocious gang members, they did not show any signs of diminishing. They could quietly show their fangs from a corner at any time and swoop out again.

This building has completely become the domain of vampires.

Judging from the clothes on the vampire, not only the homeless, but also some ordinary employees of the Horizon Laboratory building were transformed by Lucis using his "First Embrace" ability.

The number of vampires completely exceeds previous estimates by Mosley and others.

At a rough glance, it is very likely that there are thousands of people.

What a terrible number this is?

If the vampires in the entire building were eliminated, it would be equivalent to killing about a thousand humans.

After all, these vampires were transformed from humans by Lucis.

This is the number of casualties that can only be achieved in the face of war or some kind of natural disaster.

Even if a huge part of them are homeless people that no one cares about, it is absolutely terrifying.

This incident can be called the most terrible disaster that Manhattan has ever encountered. No, it was a man-made disaster...

"Damn Lucius!

Mosley was so angry that his temples protruded and his brain almost exploded.

This incident must not be exposed!

Otherwise, the FBI will be finished!

In fact, not only the FBI, but also the New York Police Department and the National Guard are all grasshoppers on a rope at the moment.

…

"fifteen!"

The two Lankhov brothers were panting, but they did not hide their pleasure.

Vladimir looked at the Irishman not far away.

"Looney, admit defeat. We have killed fifteen vampires. It is impossible for anyone to kill more people than our brothers now."

"snort!"

John Looney snorted coldly, not showing any fear: "You two brothers together can only kill fifteen, and I have killed eight by myself. Will it count? Is it embarrassing? I have the nerve to ask others to admit defeat.

As expected of a furry bear, it only has muscles but no brains."

"This is impossible!"

Vladimir and Anatoly gnashed their teeth.

At this time.

Bullseye passed by both parties, holding a vampire's head in his hand.

"This is the twelfth head I have cut off."

He clicked his tongue: "Stop arguing, it turns out that neither the Russians nor the Irish are good. Don't forget, this is New York, and I'm a New Yorker."

"Fake!"

Both sides cursed lowly and continued fighting, vowing to surpass each other.

the other side.

Finn Cooley is still dropping tiny bombs of his own making.

boom!

He kept calculating the power, explosion distance, and other factors, thoughtfully.

If you ignore the bunch of vampires who were blown to pieces in front of you, he really looks like a gentle university professor.

And Nobu Yoshioka, who came from the island country's gang, was waving the katana in his hand and honing his sword skills.

He is not interested in the so-called hunting game.

But these vampires in front of him can become the whetstones he dreams of, using them to force himself to make progress.

Time passed bit by bit.

There is a constant supply of vampires.

Everyone was jealous.

Mosley and other officials went to extreme lengths to pick up leftovers from behind the gangsters.

It's safe and relaxing, and the teamwork is tacit.

If it weren't for the gangsters in front of them, who were really incompatible with the officialdom, they would all be eager to invite each other to join and become non-staff members.

Apart from anything else, these people are really powerful in combat.

You'll risk your life if you fuck a vampire!

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the number of vampires in the building exceeded expectations, they had reason to believe that the group of gangster players in front of them could kill all the vampires.

…

Outside the building.

Woo!

A whistle suddenly sounded not far away, interrupting David and George's conversation.

The two of them looked at the sound and saw the street police waving their hands.

"coming!"

The communicator on George's body rang: "Chief Stacey, support is coming!"

He perked up.

I looked up and saw a military jeep approaching.

Behind the vehicle, dozens of trucks loaded with hundreds of heavily armed troops.

soon.

The jeep stopped in front of David and George.

In the car, a black lieutenant colonel with a tall and straight posture wearing a military uniform got out.

"Hello, I am James Lord, Lieutenant Colonel of the Marine Corps. I am in charge of this mission."

With curiosity, his eyes passed over David in the wheelchair, and then stayed for a second on Wesley and other fraternity members.

Then he extended his hand to George.

"Marines?"

George was stunned.

Logically speaking, it should not be the Marine Corps that came to support at this time, but the Army's quick reaction force.

However, this is not the point.

"Hello, I'm Sergeant George Stacey of the Manhattan Division of the New York Police Department."

He quickly explained: "You are finally here. The situation is urgent now and we need more powerful firepower."

"Don't worry, our preparations can ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

James Lord nodded to the person behind him.

The heavily armed soldiers on the truck moved quickly, gathered on the road outside the building, and stood in several squares.

"We have enough manpower and firepower to completely melt the vampires."

Rhodes was full of confidence: "Now, let your people withdraw, and the battlefield can be handed over to us."

"good."

George nodded and pressed the communicator.

"When reinforcements come, everyone immediately retreats and vacates the battlefield to them."

…

"Very good!"

After receiving the reminder from the outside world, Mosley was overjoyed and quickly greeted:

"Retreat, everyone retreats, the army is coming, let them take over the battlefield!"
To be continued...