American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In a dim underground hall, a row of well-dressed gentlemen sat around a conference table, while photographs flashed on a projection screen on the wall.

The first few photos were somewhat bloody, and the men watched with impassive faces, but when a large number of police officers appeared being escorted into vehicles by soldiers in white uniforms, they frowned slightly.

The middle-aged, gloomy man at the head of the table slightly parted his lips, emitting a few faint chuckles: "The Daywalker is not worth mentioning. So what if he's a good killer? He's just one person after all.

There are countless humans who want to join us and become vampires. If he kills one, we can convert ten. If he kills ten, we can convert a hundred.

With clever arrangements, the Daywalker is not a concern.

However, this newly emerged CCV is quite interesting. If I remember correctly, our truce agreement with the human high-level officials is still in effect.

So why are these small actions happening? Whose doing is this?"

A person next to him replied: "We haven't found out yet. This time, the humans may have come prepared. We suspect that remnants of the Crusaders might be stirring up trouble."

"We can't be careless. This isn't like ten centuries ago. Modern technology has created weapons that make no distinction between humans and vampires.

Investigate and see what the humans want. If it's not excessive, we can sit down at the negotiating table first!"

"Understood, I'll have someone investigate immediately!"

After speaking, the person stood up, nodded slightly to the others, and turned to leave.

"Call Laurent in!"

The boss gave an order, and an attendant who had been standing at the door led in a young man dressed in a leather jacket, looking like a rebellious hippie. Judging from his pale complexion and the thick layer of sunscreen on his face, it was clear that he was also a vampire.

As soon as the young man sat down, the bearded man sitting opposite him couldn't help but scold: "You are too reckless, blatantly flaunting your energy. Your nightclub and the human hybrids you've converted have attracted a lot of attention.

People have even seen vampires attacking humans in broad daylight. What do you want to do?

Now look, not only has the Daywalker appeared in Los Angeles, but the human government has also created a CCV specifically targeting vampires. This is all your fault, and you must take full responsibility!"

Laurent nonchalantly picked at his ear, took out a cigarette, and slowly lit it.

"Don't lecture me. I don't care about any of that. You old antiques who have lived for centuries are out of touch with the times.

In today's society, whoever controls power has the right to speak. Hiding is not the solution; strength is the key to suppressing everything!"

The boss chuckled: "That's a bit much. Humans are not pigs or sheep. They have intelligence and know how to resist. Once they unite, they can be very troublesome.

In any era, if vampires want to survive, they must integrate into human society. Although we feed on humans, we must be law-abiding.

Laurent, you live like a beast, taking your clan out hunting every day, decorating your cave with the heads and entrails of your prey.

Although you adorn your life with all sorts of modern products, it's a pity that your thinking is stuck in the Stone Age."

Laurent held the cigarette in his mouth, his eyes rebellious.

The boss smiled faintly: "Over the years, our hospital system has spread all over the world.

The blood donation mechanism ensures that our dinner is automatically delivered to our mouths. We can use the raw materials to create all kinds of delicacies, enjoying the pleasures of food like true masters.

We hide in the darkness, yet enjoy everything in the world!

That is what a vampire is!"

Laurent sneered: "See, that's your outdated thinking.

Vampires are far more powerful than humans. We should rule them, not sign so-called treaties. They are just food..."

"Spare me. You're not the first to come up with such absurd and heretical ideas in thousands of years, and you certainly won't be the last.

And you will end up like those before you, targeting humans, losing your endless lifespan, and turning into a puddle of pus!"

The boss looked at the elders present and said: "I suggest we initiate the evacuation plan and temporarily leave the City of Angels!"

"I second it!"

"I second it!"

These cowards don't deserve to be vampires at all. I will make them pay sooner or later!

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As night fell, the Daywalker drove a pure black Mustang Dodge, closely tailing a Harley motorcycle as it weaved through narrow streets littered with newspapers.

The motorcycle drove directly into a multi-story parking garage, and the Daywalker stopped directly in the alley across the street.

He narrowed his eyes and got out of the car with long strides.

"Why are you here?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and the Daywalker turned his head sharply, his hand already on the hilt of the longsword behind him.

The female doctor was startled and quickly raised her hands, taking a step back.

The Daywalker frowned and lowered his right hand: "Why are you here?"

The female doctor picked up the bag in her hand: "Buying some household items. Don't change the subject, I was the one asking the question!"

The Daywalker said coldly: "No one has ever considered a gun as a household item!"

Seeing that she had been exposed, the female doctor simply pulled out the gun and stuffed it into her arms.

"Well, now they do!"

"Why are you following me?"

"I was attacked by the Ghoul Clan!"

"So what? I've already done my duty to warn you!"

"That's why I need to be with you. I need time to find an antidote!"

"Wishful thinking. There is no antidote!"

The Daywalker said coldly, and seeing the woman's firm expression, he couldn't help but shake his head. He pointed to the strange pattern on the sign across the street.

"Do you see that thing? That's the vampire's symbol. Once this symbol appears, it means that vampires are definitely hiding nearby.

They hide when the sun comes out and revel when the sun goes down.

See the parking valet in front of that bar? They're all vampires, as are the doorman and security guards, including the call girls on the street corner!"

The female doctor looked left and right, following the direction of his finger, but didn't notice anything unusual.

"How can you tell?"

"Movement and scent!" As he spoke, the Daywalker took out a few big guys from the trunk.

The two looked at each other, and just as they were about to rush up, a large swath of spotlights suddenly appeared in the air, highlighting the bar in front of them.

Then a large number of ropes were lowered, and hundreds of soldiers in white uniforms with swords on their backs descended from the sky, quickly surrounding the bar.

Several heavily armored white Hummer vehicles rushed over, the CCV logo on the doors very eye-catching.