"Da da da da da..."
The sound rang out abruptly, and all the police officers except Bain instinctively turned their heads to look outside.
Because of its all-glass design.
The flashes of the submachine gun, like those of a high-speed camera, illuminated a large, dark experimental corridor and rooms outside.
A dark shadow approached the fire at high speed from the walls and ceiling, defying the laws of physics.
"ah..."
A scream rang out, and one of the submachine guns went out of service.
As the magazines of the other firearms emptied, the barrels emitted a series of hollow "click-click-click" sounds.
"You bastard, get out of my way!!!"
A few more gunshots rang out, followed by several screams.
The gunfire outside completely subsided.
All that remained were the screams and cries of panic from ordinary researchers.
But soon, even these noisy sounds disappeared.
The entire process, from the lights going out to the cessation of the noise, took only a dozen seconds.
Several police officers inside the laboratory were sweating profusely.
What's outside?
One person asked in a low voice.
"Whatever it is, we're in trouble!"
"Command vehicle, command vehicle, this is the assault team. We've encountered an ambush and are requesting backup."
There was no response from the radio.
Jobry turned around and yelled at his old partner.
"Bane, stop flirting and handcuff the Doctor. We're about to..."
After shouting that sentence, Jobri suddenly found himself unable to speak, as if his throat was filled with phlegm and saliva.
He couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful, but what came out was all blood.
My neck is itchy too.
Immediately afterwards, the world spun around.
The surroundings were still dark, but for some reason, Jobri could see some things clearly.
He saw his own body, still standing upright, blood gushing from his neck. He saw his other colleagues slowly collapsing.
He saw Bane still sitting on the ground, the clown seemed to be alright.
He saw the pair of blood-red eyes fighting behind his body. Its owner had spread a pair of wings on his back, and liquid was still dripping from the tips of the wings.
Hahaha, how ridiculous. What exactly are we dealing with?
Jobri lost consciousness.
...
A few minutes later, Bain arrived near the command vehicle, where police officers who were supposed to be on standby were already lying in wait.
Flames shot into the sky over the distant lawn, and a huge propeller could be vaguely seen in the smoke.
Those were police helicopters that were supposed to be used for aerial surveillance and support.
Voices kept coming from the remote communicator in the command vehicle. Senior Inspector Billy Blair lay on his side with a large hole in his head from a pistol.
"What's going on at the front lines of the arrest operation? Please answer! Damn it, is anyone going to answer me?"
"Someone come quick and answer me, you've been out of contact for 5 minutes, support is on its way."
"Damn it, are any of them still alive?"
Bain took a scarf from his former superior, Billy Blair, and wrapped it around his pistol.
He turned the gun around and fired two shots at his left thigh.
"Ugh..."
The pain made him groan involuntarily.
Then he picked up the hanging communicator.
"Is anyone there? Waaah... Please answer if you hear me!"
"This is the command center. Identify yourself. What happened during the arrest operation?"
Bain endured the pain and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.
“I am Detective Bain James. We have been ambushed. Repeat, we have been ambushed.”
"The enemy outnumbered us and had advanced weaponry. The capture operation failed. We... were completely wiped out and need the support of the National Guard."
"I... I've lost too much blood, I can't hold on any longer..."
With a click, the communicator was lowered and swayed from side to side, suspended by a spring rope.
At the New York Police Department headquarters, the liaison commander slammed the communicator onto the command console with a loud "bang."
"Damn it!!"
...
"Ding... Ding ding... Ding..."
The bullet fell onto the rock, making a crisp sound.
A burly man in a black vest twisted his neck and flexed his muscles.
"It must be said that the power of human-made firearms is considerable."
"Hey, if you replace the police submachine guns with high-powered rifles, you're in for a world of hurt."
The burly man flapped his left wing, sending down two bullets.
"I just wanted to give it a try."
Obia Hoffman stared blankly for a moment, then seemed to realize what was happening.
"You!! Who are you people? What are you things?"
He frantically asked his former female assistant beside him.
She still has a beautiful face and a hot figure, but she has a pair of huge bat wings on her back.
And beside her, there were six or seven others who were probably like her.
And now, they are clearly in the middle of nowhere.
He witnessed firsthand the speed of these ghostly things, and the darkness had no effect on them.
There may have been reasons for being caught off guard, but the police were like vulnerable infants when facing them, and they also used guns.
"Doctor, don't worry, we won't hurt you. You can continue your research in another place."
Daisy comforted him with a smile.
"What you will get is not just money. I believe you have also realized this. I can tell you frankly, we are vampires."
Obia Hoffman's throat twitched, but no sound came out.
"Doctor, you are a smart man. This world is far more complex and treacherous than you imagine. You only have one path to take: to cooperate with us."
"Oh, by the way, your 9-year-old daughter is very cute, and she likes me very much."
Obia Hoffman's veins bulged instantly, and he roared excitedly at the female vampire.
"Damn it, you can come at me! This has nothing to do with my daughter!"
A male voice interrupted him; the "person" was also wearing a white lab coat, and Obia Hoffman remembered that he should also be a member of his institute.
"Excuse me for interrupting you, Doctor. Do you think we're going to threaten you with your daughter?"
“I think you may have misunderstood. You are not qualified yet. We just want to tell you that the 9-year-old girl’s leukemia is not an incurable disease for us.”
Obia became even more agitated.
She rushed forward to grab the male researcher's clothes, but he casually swiped her to the ground.
"Ahem... I will help you without reservation, even if you are demons."
Dai Shan laughed.
"Don't worry, Doctor. Unlike that guy who runs a cult, we are still very trustworthy and have no interest in exterminating humanity."
She licked her bright red lips, a gesture that usually filled Obiya with allure, but now sent chills down his spine.
His own understanding emerged in his mind.
Yes, who would exterminate their own flock?
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