Without any expectations, Nasha directly and indifferently questioned Javier, completely losing her previous flirtatious intentions. Her attitude had become listless, seeming rather unenthusiastic.
After all, she genuinely liked Javier, this man dressed as a Middle Ages nobleman, but the problem was… this man seemed very stupid.
She didn't like sleeping with stupid men; Nasha felt that such a man's blood would make her stupid.
However, Javier had already thought of a countermeasure for this:
"No…"
"I've already formulated a plan. I'll pretend to be a foolish guy, attracting the attention of some stupid Vampire females by selling my looks,"
"Then I'll let them take me out. When they try to bite my neck, I'll subdue them directly, then severely torture them, extorting information!"
He shook his head, as if holding a secret.
Javier directly leaned into Nasha's ear and quietly recounted his brilliant plan. Upon hearing this brilliant plan, Nasha's face immediately froze.
It became stiff and pale. The next second, an anomaly occurred. Nasha, who originally had blue pupils, immediately transformed into crimson vertical pupils.
Her beautiful face instantly turned fierce. She opened her fiery red lips, revealing the two sharp teeth hidden inside, and bit fiercely at Javier's outstretched, fair carotid artery!
In just one second, Nasha chose to launch an attack. Although there was a rule within Dawn Nightclub that Vampires could not openly suck blood from prey on the spot in the nightclub, they had to take them to a private setting to deal with them.
But now it was an extraordinary situation. The other party was a federal agent and might have seen through the Vampire's disguise and located the Vampire's lair. In such a case, Nasha's violent behavior could be forgiven—!
After all, if the other party really exposed their hunting grounds, the losses would be far more severe than they were now.
Moreover, the opponent's blatant hint that he was a Vampire had already made Nasha very angry.
"Roar—!!!"
Therefore, without any hesitation, she opened her blood-filled mouth, and her sharp fangs directly bit fiercely at Javier's fair neck.
Although they had turned into Vampires, the beastly way of gnawing had not changed at all. Perhaps this was not an evolution, but a regression.
After all, if Vampires were truly perfect beings, they wouldn't still need to gnaw on people to get food.
Truly perfect beings should have a more suitable way of eating, or rather… they wouldn't need food at all. Therefore, this beast-like gnawing method was actually the most inferior.
"Clang—!"
And the next second, the familiar situation occurred again.
A crisp sound came. Nasha's sharp Vampire fangs did not directly bite Javier's neck.
Her teeth did not penetrate the delicate skin, like a needle, drawing out the fresh, sweet blood inside.
That was all Nasha's own fantasy. Her sharp teeth had bitten into a hard object, shaking her teeth so hard that they almost shattered.
Because when Nasha herself reacted, she realized that what was stuffed in her mouth was actually a handgun. A silver Desert Eagle was crammed into Nasha's blood-filled mouth.
And as a beast, Nasha's biting force was indeed not low. Even the alloy Desert Eagle had a clear bite mark gnawed into it.
"Bang—!!!"
With a gunshot, a.50 caliber bullet instantly left the barrel, piercing through the Vampire Nasha's throat in an instant, causing her to uncontrollably shriek.
Blood splattered everywhere from the wound 貫穿 her throat. Warm blood directly splashed onto the female members in the nearby booth, eliciting hysterical screams of terror.
Accompanying Javier's shot, Dawn Nightclub immediately descended into chaos. After all, no one would have expected that a madman had infiltrated here and was firing indiscriminately.
The men and women who were originally chatting enthusiastically all looked panicked. Some timid female members hurriedly jostled and fled wildly towards the outside of Dawn Nightclub.
"Fuck…!"
"What the hell is happening here?!"
Many more male members couldn't help but curse loudly. Many of them were Vampires.
Their prey was almost within their grasp, but now it had suddenly flown away right in front of them. How could that not make them angry?
However, when these people saw Nasha's crimson eyes and sharp teeth, they became even more panicked. After all, how could there be a monster-like creature in this nightclub?
And her neck was broken, yet she still wasn't dead. It was exactly like the zombie monsters that had been widely rumored recently. Had a biochemical virus also broken out in New York?
Once the terrifying thought arose, it could not be stopped.
And so, the entire nightclub became even more chaotic, even leading to a stampede. Hundreds of people frantically jostled out towards the main entrance of Dawn Nightclub. Some people were unfortunately pushed down, but immediately more people stepped over their bodies and quickly fled.
This was a huge chaos. It was estimated that patrolling police would arrive quickly in a few minutes. Javier, sitting in the nightclub booth, looked at the Desert Eagle in his hand, his expression somewhat annoyed.
He wished he hadn't fired just now. The gunshot affected too many people, and things would become troublesome once the police were attracted.
So Javier had to act quickly. If he had used a blade just now, perhaps the disturbance would have been smaller.
But now there was no other way— Since he had already fired, he could only deal with the current situation first.
It was Nasha, that female Vampire, who was so greedy that she directly bit his large handgun, which was already loaded. How could Javier resist not firing?
"So…"
"You're all Vampires, then?"
But annoyance aside, when Javier saw that some of the men and women in the nightclub were not panicking and fleeing, but instead still glaring fiercely and walking towards him, Javier knew that his actions were correct.
He simply twirled the Desert Eagle in his hand and asked indifferently. About twenty people gathered around Javier, including the bartender in the nightclub. The female bartender who had just mixed him a bloody mary was also a female Vampire.
It seemed they were accomplices, working as best friends. As bartenders, they could also add a little something to the customers' drinks, which could help the Vampire customers to be more obedient and easier to suck blood from. It seemed this situation was correct.
"Ho ho ho…"
Familiar gasps began to emanate from their mouths.
These Vampires began to shed their human appearances, revealing crimson eyes and sharp fangs, and their skin became incredibly pale. They didn't care who Javier was.
They also didn't really care about the life or death of Nasha, that female Vampire. What they hated was that Javier had just disturbed the prey they had painstakingly coaxed, making them flee. This was what made these Vampires most hateful.
After all, in modern human society, there were many rules for bloodsucking. For example, no deaths could occur in this nightclub, and they, as Vampires, had to independently coax their prey to leave the nightclub before they could suck blood.
Once forced bloodsucking occurred, their tracks would be discovered. If they wanted to eat, they had to follow the rules of the cafeteria.
But now… Javier had spilled all the food, wasting the line they had painstakingly formed. How could they not be angry?!
"…"
"How did you find me…?"
At this moment, just as Javier was being surrounded by the Vampires, Nasha, who had been "deep-throated" by the Desert Eagle, suddenly recovered completely unharmed.
Her bent neck slowly straightened. Looking at the man in front of her, Nasha narrowed her eyes and asked with great confusion.
Based on her intuition, she could clearly guess that Javier had not initially discovered that Nasha herself was a Vampire, only gradually confirming it later. So Nasha was very curious: where exactly had she exposed her identity?
"Eyes, scent, and movements."
"At first, I certainly didn't suspect you were a Vampire, but your gaze was too fervent. How could a woman continuously fix her gaze on an opposite sex's neck dozens of times?"
"If a woman is truly interested in someone, it should be more about their face, but you, just now, besides the face, glanced at my neck more than twenty times. I guess you must have some special fetish for my neck!"
"Secondly, scent. I forgot to tell you, my nose is very keen. The two Werewolves I caught were exposed because of their body odor. Because they were crude and didn't like to bathe, Werewolves always carried a faint smell of human blood."
"But Vampires are different; most of you are very clean, and the human blood scent on you is very faint. Plus, the various perfumes in the nightclub made it difficult for me to distinguish for a while."
"But when you leaned close to my face, I could confirm that you also carried this human blood scent. This was additional evidence."
"Finally, movements. I just made a baseless joke. Whether you are a Vampire or not, there was plenty of evidence to refute it, but your behavior immediately became incredibly stiff, and you even attacked me. It's hard not to prove you're a Vampire."
Waving his hand, Javier looked at Nasha in front of him and explained with great helplessness. It wasn't that he was so smart; it was simply that Nasha's flaws were too easy to spot, as if Nasha was exactly the 'stupid Vampire' Javier had described earlier.
"Roar roar roar—!!!"
And this answer indeed shattered Nasha's self-esteem.
She opened her blood-filled mouth and extended her sharp nails, immediately pouncing towards Javier's neck again, and the other Vampires around her did the same, all lunging at him.
But Javier's speed was even faster. He summoned the Yamato in his hand and gently drew it from its sheath. With a soft hum, Javier's figure quickly disappeared from his original spot, reappearing ten meters away. These Vampires all missed their target.
Javier, however, looked at the Vampires in front of him with considerable disappointment. If this was all Vampires were, then they were far weaker than he had imagined, and more importantly, stupid.
They were a species that lived much longer than ordinary humans, yet their intelligence didn't seem to be particularly outstanding, similar to humans, and some even stupider than ordinary humans. Perhaps this was the so-called side effect of mutation?
In short, Javier found it difficult to be interested in Vampires at the moment.
Unless he could find a more noble species, these ordinary Vampires were too idiotic; there was no need for experimentation at all.
"Slash—!!!"
"Puchi puchi…"
And so, seeing their attack miss, and the Vampires still rushing towards him, Javier directly drew the Yamato, wildly swinging several slashes purely relying on his own speed and strength.
Strong air currents swept out, silver light flashed, and countless Vampire arms were severed, blood splattering everywhere, their arms scattering on the ground like minced meat.
These Vampires completely failed to use their own speed and strength to fight, instead still using the most common beastly gnawing method. It was too outdated, nothing like the powerful Vampires of legend.
It was more like… a group of office workers who spent all day typing and playing on computers were suddenly made to participate in a boxing championship.
Even if they possessed decent speed and strength, their only attack method was still wild flailing. This was very frustrating, and the Vampires in front of him were exactly the same. They usually lived in pampered luxury.
The only skill they learned was how to coax men and women into bed, and then secretly take the opportunity to suck blood.
But suddenly asking them to fight was indeed a very difficult thing, as they had no experience. Therefore, their fighting method seemed to be limited to just biting.
"Patapata…!!!"
And with countless arms falling to the ground,