Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

David didn't need to use his extraordinary perception, he could just tell with his eyes that the people standing in front of him were vampires.

The leather jackets and helmets they wore covered all the skin on their bodies.

Mainly to prevent the body from being exposed to ultraviolet rays.

Sunlight is the biggest weakness of ordinary vampires.

The only known vampire in the world who is not afraid of sunlight and insensitive to silverware and garlic is Dracula.

Blade Warrior Blade, who is called the "Sunwalker", can only be regarded as half, because he also has human blood.

Moreover, although Brad is not afraid of the sun or silverware, he is also allergic to garlic and will often inject garlic essence to suppress the bloodthirsty impulse caused by his vampire blood.

"You'd better be honest."

Several people were very satisfied with David's answer.

Their faces under the masks looked arrogant. They snorted lightly, got back on their motorcycles, and said hello: "Follow us."

Boom boom boom!

The motorcycle made a roaring sound and merged into the traffic, seemingly not worried about David's escape.

David glanced at Wesley, saw the astonishment in the latter's eyes, and smiled slightly: "Follow them."

Buzz!

Wesley started the car and followed the motorcycle.

As he turned the steering wheel, he asked:

"Aren't you going to explain?"

"Some things are more convincing if you see them with your eyes than if you say them with your mouth."

David replied calmly.

"You mean, even if you say it, I won't believe it?"

Wesley reacted for a moment, rarely hearing the unspoken meaning. He thought for a moment and said, "Then you have to tell me, is your name Tim or David?"

David smiled and said: "Of course it's David, Tim is just a pseudonym."

"Fake name? You have another fake identity?"

Ever since Wesley met David, the latter was like peeling an onion, with new identities emerging from time to time.

From a Brotherhood killer, to a collaborator of the East Coast underground leader Pushkin, to the younger brother of New York's underground emperor Kingpin, to a Dr. Vampire from Horizon Lab, assistant to Michael Morbius...

There seem to be infinite mysteries hidden in David.

"Don't tell me that besides Tim, you have many other names?"

Wesley highly doubted that the name Tim was by no means the last pseudonym of David's that was exposed.

"That's not good to say."

David answered with a smile.

He really can't tell what other names he has, and who can guess it randomly in the system?

Wesley thought David didn't want to say anything and was too lazy to ask, so he just snorted and drove silently.

Follow the motorcycle out of Manhattan to a slaughterhouse in Brooklyn.

The environment here is quite depressing.

But there were many young people coming and going.

David noticed that most of these young people had tattoos with special symbols on the backs of their necks, which meant that these people, without exception, were minions of vampires.

Wesley beside him was quite surprised, his eyes lingering on these generally good-looking young people, and then looking at the slaughterhouse in front of him.

The people leading the way were beckoning him and David to go in.

"I've never been here."

He showed no concern for his own safety and walked into the slaughterhouse with great interest.

The first thing that catches the eye is the rows of dead pigs hanging on the production line under the pale lights, with their bones stripped out.

They stared at the guests coming and going with a pair of big, dull eyes, and the scene was gloomy.

Wesley, who had seen a lot these days, couldn't help but feel a little horrified when he saw this.

"This is where?"

Wesley asked in a low voice: "Don't tell me, this is just an ordinary slaughterhouse?"

"This is a dance hall."

David replied: "A ballroom that only accepts special guests."

"Special guests?"

Wesley was stunned.

"Mr. Queen is waiting for you inside."

At this time, the person leading the way spoke coldly.

They opened an iron door inside the slaughterhouse, took off their helmets, and signaled to the bulky security guard standing at the door.

David and Wesley enter the ballroom.

Dim lights, deafening music, and in a not-so-wide environment, the dense crowd is like stacked bricks, rubbing shoulders and heels, all young bodies swaying, their eyes are blurred, their faces are slightly drunk, and they are drunk and dreaming.

Wesley's eyes suddenly straightened.

But he also noticed that after he entered the ballroom, most people immediately glanced at him and David.

When they saw David, their expressions showed a hint of ridicule, but when their eyes fell on themselves, they turned into a hint of joking.

It's like the owner is teasing the pet.

This made Wesley extremely uncomfortable, and he increasingly felt that there was a huge secret in this ballroom located in the slaughterhouse.

"This way."

David greeted Wesley and entering the ballroom was like going home.

Based on the memory instilled by the system, he is very familiar with this place.

Dance halls are where vampires gather.

As Dickon Frost's property, he often goes in and out under the pseudonym Tim.

The man who found him today and wanted to see him, Quinn, was Dickon Frost's confidant and the person in charge of the dance hall, responsible for management, operation and security.

The most important of these is security.

The vampires are not monolithic. Frost is just one of the faction leaders and will be attacked at all times.

For example, those pure-blood vampires who are opposed to Frost.

On the one hand, pure-blood vampires look down on vampires who have been transformed later and are regarded as "bastards" by them;

On the other hand, pure-blood vampires adhere to thousands of years of tradition, choosing to hide among humans, be cautious in their words and deeds, never gather in crowds, and refuse all activities that attract the attention of others.

The opposition between them and Frost has turned from covert to overt.

Even the "Day Walker" who killed vampires was the result of deliberate indulgence by pure-blood vampires.

After all, pure-blood vampires always "keep to themselves".

Only radical vampires would drink the blood of living people without any scruples, like committing crimes, and gather in the same place.

Those who died at the hands of the "Sunwalkers" were all mongrel-like late-transformed radical vampires. They did not pose the slightest threat to the conservative pure-blood race, so there was no need to intervene.

Wesley didn't know that in just a few steps, so many thoughts were flashing through David's mind.

He followed David to a luxurious box inside the ballroom.

Several men were hugging a beautiful woman and making love to her.

Seeing David's arrival, the slightly bald man leading the way suddenly made a move, pushed the woman on him away, and let her fall heavily from the sofa.

His eyes were fierce, looking past Wesley and landing directly on David.

"Tim, we've been looking for you for a long time."

Quinn's tone was unkind, and his eyes were full of aggression, giving people a strong sense of oppression, as if he was about to explode and hurt someone at the next moment.

David's expression remained unchanged.

Wesley frowned slightly, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Since being injected with the Extremis virus and waking up today, he found that his body has changed a lot.

Needless to say, the combat prowess.

The most important point is that his perception ability has become extraordinary.

Among the people he met today, only David could make him feel a huge threat, as if David contained an extremely terrifying power that could explode at any time.

Wesley knew David very well.

He knew that this represented the bat abilities that David gained after injecting bat serum to cure blood diseases.

But in addition to David, the man named Quinn in front of him at this moment actually made Wesley feel a little threatened and smelled a little bit of danger.

Although it is not strong, it must be admitted.

This man named Quinn is no ordinary character.

"Your recent behavior has irritated Mr. Frost."

Quinn said coldly: "You know what? The last thing Mr. Frost can tolerate is betrayal!"

"I have no idea."

David answered indifferently, denying Quinn's question, which made people speechless.

"After disappearing for a few days, my temper has changed a lot. You didn't dare to talk to me like this before."

Quinn glanced at David, seeming to be thinking about where the latter's confidence came from.

Then his eyes finally fell on Wesley.

"Is this your bodyguard?"

He vaguely smelled an abnormal aura from Wesley.

"Do you think finding a bodyguard can protect you?"

"too naive!"

"If you can find Sun Walker, I can change your views somewhat!"

Quinn was too lazy to think about it, smiled contemptuously, and hummed: "Tell me, where have you been and what have you done these days since you disappeared? Have you betrayed us?"

As he spoke, he waved his hands to the people behind him.

In the luxury box, the few remaining men immediately stood in every corner, surrounding Wesley and David.

Several women looked at the scene in front of them with great interest, not feeling panic at all, as if they were used to it.

Facing the threat, Wesley remained calm, but the curiosity deep in his eyes grew stronger.

He discovered that these people in front of him knew nothing about David.

Since such an unknown dance club is running in a slaughterhouse in Brooklyn, it must not be a serious force.

But such a force actually knew nothing about David's existence.

Is this David hiding it too well, or are these people just too stupid?

But David looked at Quinn in front of him with great interest.

To be honest, although he had many encounters with these vampires in his memory, in reality, this was the first time he had met them.

"Wesley, aren't you curious why they are looking for me?"

Then, he said to Wesley beside him: "Kill them and I will tell you."

"Why do we have to wait until we kill them?"

Wesley was helpless: "When did you become so fond of titillating people?"

"I said, seeing is believing."

David said: "If you fight with them, you will understand everything."

"Break the bones of these two people, don't kill them immediately."

When Quinn heard the two people's conversation as if no one was watching, his eyes became colder and he ordered: "Take them to the Edgewood Building, Mr. Frost likes to drink fresh human blood."

"clear."

As soon as these words came out, malice came like a tide.

However, it was not David and Wesley who felt this malice, but the people in the luxury box in front of them, including Quinn.

Even the sexy woman curled up on the sofa, watching the scene in front of her with relish, immediately changed her expression.

They all sensed that there was an unprecedented threat coming.

He instantly raised his head and stared at the two people in front of him.

This threat...

Suddenly it came from the muscular man next to David.

"Do it!"

Kun En felt something was wrong. He didn't intend to take action, so he stepped on it and flew out suddenly.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The next moment, several gunshots rang out almost at the same time.

Quinn and several vampire thugs beside him were shot in the head immediately. The bullet penetrated the brain and blood spattered.

The huge impact of the bullet caused them to lean back for a moment.

The deafening sound echoed in the luxury box.

Several women's breathing was stagnant, but there was no worry about Quinn and others in their eyes and expressions.

Because, Quinn and others resisted the impact of the bullets and pulled their staggering bodies back. Their eyes were blood-red, and they stared at the man in front of them with a sneer.

"Bullet, if you want to use a gun to kill us, ordinary bullets won't work."

Quinn allowed the blood hole on his forehead, which was punctured by the bullet, to slowly slide from the center of his eyebrows to the tip of his nose, and then drip to the ground.

At this time, he looked very fierce and full of gangsterism.

"What?"

Wesley flinched and suddenly looked back at David: "What's going on? Why didn't they die even after their heads were punched through?"

"I said, seeing is believing."

David repeated this sentence for the third time: "The only things that can kill these people are silver bullets, garlic and sunlight."

Wesley was slightly stunned when he heard these three things.

Sounds strangely familiar!

Reminiscent of what happened at Horizon Laboratory not long ago.

He suddenly reacted.

Isn't this the legendary fantasy creature, the vampire's weakness?

Are there really vampires in this world?

Wesley suddenly took a breath.

"Tim, it's a joke that you hired a bodyguard and didn't tell him anything."

When Quinn heard the conversation between the two, it was like he had seen the funniest joke in the world.

His eyes fell on Wesley again:

"Do you think you can kill us just by being accurate with your guns?"

"I changed my mind!"

He gritted his teeth: "It hurts too much. I'm going to torture you severely and then suck all your blood."

Although vampires are immortal, it does not mean that they cannot feel pain.

As he spoke, Quinn revealed the sharp canine teeth in his mouth.

Wesley frowned slightly.

Whoosh!

When Quinn saw this, he pounced on Wesley.

The vampire thugs beside him made synchronized movements without hesitation.

boom!

Wesley's fist heated up instantly, turned red, and punched Quinn's body hard.

A bloody hole opened in Quinn's chest.

He opened his eyes wide, filled with incredible color.

Huge power poured into his body, and he immediately flew out, smashing through the wall and flying into the ballroom.

The dense crowd in the ballroom was overwhelmed like dominoes.

Everyone screamed and immediately made room for Quinn, who fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his chest and almost lost his fighting ability.

They were shocked when they saw Quinn's face and recognized his identity.

Obviously, the dance hall may not be peaceful tonight.

Some people ran away immediately. When they saw the scene outside the ballroom, they were stunned again and retreated silently. Their whole bodies were cold, their hands and feet were shaking, as if the end of the world was ushering in, and they were very desperate.

at the same time.

Several other thugs came to Wesley and David at this time, and fell into a dilemma where they could neither advance nor retreat.

As they panicked, they realized that the situation had changed.

It wasn't them who surrounded David and Wesley, but Wesley alone who surrounded them all.

Bang bang bang!

Wesley controlled his power and did not turn his whole body into flames, lest he burn his clothes.

Despite this, the terrifying heat emanating from his fists still caused the cuffs of his arms to be burned to ashes.

The figure spins like a top, and the shadow of the fist flies.

The vampire thugs in front of me were beaten to bloody pulp in just a few blinks of an eye. Their bodies were covered with char-like traces left behind after being burned by high temperatures, and they could still faintly smell the scent of meat.

.

In the luxury box, which had a big hole opened and was not sealed at all, the original female vampires were hugging each other and shivering.

They looked at Wesley in front of them and never imagined that a human being could be so powerful.

Is this still blood food in the eyes of a vampire?

Wesley seemed unaware of these strange looks, and his expression showed no sign of relaxing.

He knew very well that just because the people in front of him had lost their mobility, it did not mean that they were dead.

This scene was played out before my eyes for the second time.

The first time, naturally belonging to the Horizon Laboratory building, was the scene when a group of homeless people were transformed into vampires by Lucius Crown.

At that time, a group of vampires who were almost losing their minds attracted the army to suppress them.

But these vampires in front of them don't seem crazy, but instead maintain...

human nature?!

"what on earth is it?"

Wesley turned to look at David, who seemed to have expected it and had everything under control, and asked in a low voice: "Are they really vampires?"

David didn't answer.

He took out a silver fork from his pocket.

It's the fork you usually use for eating.

Whoosh!

Throw it out casually.

The silver fork fell on the head of a vampire who had been beaten to pieces by Wesley.

boom!

It was like being burned by a sacred invisible flame.

The vampire thug who was hit by the silver prong was annihilated into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye, dissipating into the air like dust and disappearing from Wesley's sight.

Wesley could sense that this person no longer existed and was completely dead.

"Only silver weapons can kill vampires."

He murmured, showing a look of extreme astonishment: "The legend is true, vampires are real creatures?!"

"good."

As he spoke, David nodded.

He ignored the remaining women in the luxurious box and slowly walked out of the hole.

In the ballroom, the vampires who were forcibly detained for no apparent reason, or the human minions of the vampires, all set their sights on David.

Many people showed hostility towards him, with sharp canine teeth looming in their mouths.

David's expression remained unchanged.

Only when an animal's territory is violated will it show its teeth and threaten its opponent.

In his eyes, these vampires looked like beasts.

Even if I say this, I'm a bit scolding myself... but that's more or less what I mean.

David only has the strength of a vampire, but does not have the weaknesses of a vampire.

He is not afraid of sunlight, silver weapons, garlic, and is not bloodthirsty. He does not really think of himself as a vampire.

His eyes fell on Quinn who was collapsed on the ground, and he laughed.

"Quenn, now you should know my confidence."

"You think you can fight us if you find a powerful bodyguard? Hahaha, Mr. Frost won't let you go."

Quinn coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

The immortality brought by vampires means that he will not die even if he is extremely seriously injured. He can recover quickly by drinking more blood.

But the issue at hand is not recovery, but...

He looked outside the ballroom, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed a deep look of confusion.

Why didn't the thugs outside the dance hall rush in to help when there was a big commotion inside the dance hall?

Are these people all living on dry food?

"It seems you are still unwilling."

The smile on David's face continued.

The nails on his hands stretched out and he swung his hand, cutting off Quinn's head like a sharp blade.

Even so, Quinn did not die.

David grabbed the few hairs of Quinn and raised his head towards the entrance of the ballroom.

"This way you can see better."

David's tone was friendly.

In the eyes of others, this move was as vicious as a demon from hell.

There.

A young black man wearing a trench coat, sunglasses, and carrying a silver samurai sword kicked open the big iron door with a fierce kick, and appeared in Quinn's field of vision.

As someone who had fought against this person many times, and had been beaten up and fled in panic, Quinn instantly recognized this person's identity.

The mortal enemy of radical vampires!

Daywalker, Brad!

"Tim, you traitor!"

Quinn screamed: "You did cooperate with him!

Damn traitor, Mr. Frost won't let you go!