Marvel - The Blood God

"I need to be careful. If I end up getting killed by Blade, who am I going to complain to?"

Maverick thought as he followed John and the others into the bar. It was dimly lit, with only a few scattered lights. Hundreds of vampires danced wildly to the pounding music, engaging in all sorts of unsavory activities.

"Disgusting!"

Maverick didn't like crowds and was worried about Blade showing up, so he found a quiet, safe corner to stay in. Meanwhile, John and Jenny had already hit the dance floor, with Jenny even flirting with two men.

After a while, three unsuspecting men were led into the bar by three beautiful women. Completely unaware of the danger, they danced enthusiastically, not noticing the vampires around them eyeing them hungrily.

Since vampires and humans reached an agreement, most vampires lived off blood bags, and the blood of living humans was usually reserved for pureblood elites.

"Deacon Frost really knows how to win people over—hosting blood feasts and bringing in live humans. But how haven't the authorities noticed? It's not exactly subtle," Maverick pondered.

Just then, as the music hit a climax, the sprinklers above turned on, but instead of water, blood sprayed down!

"Ah..."

The vampires roared excitedly, drinking the blood and smearing it over themselves. The three men, now drenched in blood, finally realized something was wrong. Were these people crazy?

Before they could react, the vampires surrounded them, baring their fangs. Just as the men screamed in terror, a sudden gunshot rang out from the entrance.

Everyone turned to see several vampires turning to ash. Standing at the entrance was a cool-looking black man in a long black trench coat, metal vest, dark sunglasses, and holding a shotgun!

The once noisy bar fell silent. After a moment, someone shouted in shock, "Oh no, it's Blade!"

"Blade! The Daywalker!"

The vampires panicked like frightened animals, screaming and fleeing in all directions. Yes, hundreds of vampires were running from one man!

Blade grinned, showing his white teeth, and pulled the trigger. With a bang, more vampires turned to ash!

When ordinary vampires are hit by silver bullets, their bodies dissolve rapidly into ash—from skin to flesh to bone. In a way, it's quite clean.

"Blade is really here!"

Maverick swallowed nervously and quickly slipped away through a side passage to the second floor. Compared to the other vampires, he was obviously safer.

Blade's mother had been bitten by Deacon Frost while pregnant, making Blade half-human, half-vampire. Under the guidance of his mentor Whistler, he became a vampire hunter feared by all vampires.

Among vampires, the worst curse is, "I hope you run into Blade!"

Blade has all the strengths of vampires but none of their weaknesses, and he can even walk in daylight, earning him the nickname "Daywalker."

Naturally, the bar had security. Hearing the commotion, they rushed out against the flow of fleeing vampires. One guard fired a submachine gun at Blade, shouting, "I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid!"

"Sure doesn't look that way," Maverick muttered from his vantage point on the second floor.

Blade dodged the bullets effortlessly, then fired his shotgun. With a bang, the guard flew backward, turning to ash mid-air.

More security guards appeared, guns blazing. After firing a few more shots and taking out several guards, Blade tossed aside his now-empty shotgun and charged forward at incredible speed.

He drew a long silver sword from his back, swinging it swiftly. The blade flashed, and one by one, the guards disintegrated into ash—they were no match for him.

It wasn't just Blade's speed; the vampires' weaknesses were too obvious. Any hit with silver could kill them instantly.

"So this is what an elite vampire is like? Incredible!"

Maverick was amazed. This was completely different from the movies. In the films, Blade could fight, but within human limits. Here, his speed was so fast he left afterimages.

"Looks like I can't judge superheroes by the movies anymore; otherwise, I won't even know how I die," Maverick thought, feeling a surge of desire. He wanted to have that kind of power too.

Who hasn't dreamed of having extraordinary abilities?

By now, all the vampires had either fled or been slain. Blade was about to continue his pursuit when a blond man with a beard and three heavily armed guards arrived. Seeing Blade, the man yelled, "Blade, it's you again!"

"Quinn, you won't escape this time," Blade said coolly.

Quinn didn't waste words. He raised his gun and opened fire, shouting, "Kill him!"

The three guards immediately aimed their assault rifles and fired at Blade. They were more professional than the previous guards; if Blade didn't move, their bullets might actually hit him.

Of course, Blade wasn't about to stand still. He spun behind a pillar, then emerged from the other side, flicking his wrist. A silver, double-edged throwing knife whirled out, grazing each guard's arm before returning to his hand.

To Blade's surprise, the guards didn't turn to ash. Instead, they aimed their guns back at him. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he might have been shot.

"Half-blood vampires!" Blade muttered.

Quinn laughed loudly. "Not so tough now, are you, Blade?"

Blade smirked, pulling a flashbang from his belt and tossing it. The bright light momentarily blinded the guards, while Quinn screamed in pain. Even without ultraviolet light, vampires are sensitive to bright flashes.

Not only Quinn but Maverick also felt the sting, his eyes watering uncontrollably.

As the flash went off, Blade swiftly rushed forward. His sword flashed, severing one guard's arm. Blood spattered as the guard screamed.

The other two guards heard the commotion and turned to fire, but it was too late. Blade swung his sword across their necks. They clutched their throats, but blood gushed out uncontrollably.

"Quinn, it's your turn," Blade said, flicking blood off his sword.

Quinn threw his gun at Blade and bolted. Blade immediately gave chase. Both moved at incredible speeds, like cars at full throttle. Maverick, still on the second floor and rubbing his eyes, decided to follow.

In a large hall, Blade caught up to Quinn, and they began to fight. Though Quinn was an elite vampire, he was no match for Blade and was soon wounded multiple times. However, being an elite, he didn't disintegrate but was severely injured.

"Can't let this drag on," Blade thought.

Seizing an opportunity, he poured a tube of red liquid over Quinn. Flames erupted from Quinn's body, turning him into a screaming, rolling inferno.

Blade stood over him with his silver sword, ready to finish him off once he was unconscious. Even elite vampires die when decapitated by silver.

"Freeze!"

Just then, several police officers burst in, guns aimed at Blade. He cursed under his breath, reluctantly turning to escape. He was ruthless with vampires but would never harm innocent people.

The officers chased after him. Quinn lay unconscious from the burns. Maverick couldn't help but feel excited. This was his chance.

Just as Maverick was about to act, Jenny's panicked voice came from behind: "Maverick, what are you doing here?"

Startled, Maverick turned to see Jenny and John approaching, fear evident on their faces. He was speechless. So many vampires had been killed, yet these two were still unharmed?

"Maybe they're here to give me a chance to settle things," Maverick thought, his eyes narrowing.

He whispered to them, "Our opportunity has come—Quinn is burned and helpless!"

"Quinn's down? What's that got to do with us?" John asked, confused. "We need to get out of here! Who knows if Blade will come back!"

Jenny agreed. "Yeah, let's go! And Maverick, you owe us for this mess. If we hadn't brought you here, we wouldn't be this scared!"

"You still want money at a time like this?" Maverick exclaimed, exasperated.

Realizing they weren't catching on, he explained, "Listen, the police will take Quinn to the hospital. When he recovers, he'll return to Deacon Frost. If we secretly swap Quinn's body, we can follow him to meet Frost. Then we'll be in a position to get whatever we want!"

John and Jenny's eyes lit up. Joining Deacon Frost's team was their dream. Without hesitation, they nodded eagerly. "You're right! We have to save Quinn!"

Maverick rolled his eyes. "Then let's get moving!"

The task was tricky but doable. The police didn't know about vampires and thought Quinn was dead, so they wouldn't guard his body closely. However, they had to act quickly and carefully to avoid attracting Blade's attention.

Under Maverick's direction, John went to find one of the men who had been lured there earlier. After Blade's arrival, the man had hidden in a restroom, too scared to come out. John found him easily.

Following Maverick's instructions, John didn't kill the man but knocked him unconscious. John didn't question why; he was focused on making a contribution to impress Deacon Frost.

Meanwhile, Maverick had Jenny run past the officers guarding Quinn's body, pretending to be terrified. Covered in blood, she naturally drew their attention. The officers chased after her to see what was wrong, leaving the body unguarded.

With the coast clear, Maverick and John quickly swapped Quinn's charred body with the unconscious man. Handling the burnt corpse was disgusting, and the smell was awful, but they pressed on.

They placed Quinn in a bag and quietly moved him to the underground garage.

Jenny soon returned, having lost the officers. There were plenty of other vampires in the building, so her actions wouldn't raise too much suspicion.

After wrapping things up, the three drove away unnoticed. They were thrilled—their fortunes were about to change.

"Maverick, you're a genius!" Jenny exclaimed, trying to hug him.

Maverick sidestepped her embrace. He wasn't interested, and they were no longer useful to him. It was time to settle the score.

He didn't care about money, but his money wasn't so easy to take.

They arrived at an abandoned building in Hell's Kitchen. John set down Quinn's body and turned to Maverick. "You stand guard outside and let us know if anyone's coming."

Maverick felt annoyed. They were clueless most of the time but seemed good at bossing him around. Clearly, they didn't want him sharing in any credit.

"Fine," Maverick replied, pretending to be reluctant. He slipped his hand into his pocket, gripping a silver-plated throwing knife. "By the way, I have something to tell you."

John didn't sense anything amiss. "What is it?"

"It's time for you to go," Maverick said coldly.

Before John could react, Maverick drew the knife and stabbed him in the waist. John stared in disbelief as his body began turning to ash from the waist up.

"What—"

Jenny screamed in horror. Maverick swiftly threw the knife, and it embedded in her chest. She, too, disintegrated into ash.

"Too easy," Maverick muttered. "If vampires are this weak, why did humans even bother making a treaty with them?"

He felt only satisfaction—no guilt. They were vampires, not humans.

Retrieving his knife, Maverick turned his attention to Quinn, who lay unconscious on the ground. He looked a bit worse for wear.

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