American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

**Chapter 96: Coming to the Door, Captive**

Hearing Xincha's impolite words, the man in the trench coat in the passenger seat threatened him by opening his mouth wide, two sharp canine teeth slowly extending past his lips.

"Hey, buddy! Keep those eight-hundred-dollar fangs away from me. I'm not interested in becoming a vampire!"

Xincha, a look of disgust on his face, avoided the trench coat man's approaching mouth.

As a Cleaner, Xincha had seen a lot while following the Big Boss.

Vampires were urban legends to ordinary humans, but to Cleaners like them, they were no different from other corpses.

Not long ago, during the terrorist attack at New York Station, most of the corpses were these vampires.

Xincha was able to obtain the right to host the underground car race in New York because he and two other Cleaners risked their lives to steal a vampire corpse from the Military.

It was said that this corpse was sent to the Big Boss, and in his delight, Xincha's status rose from the lowest level of Cleaner to the small leader now in charge of underground street racing.

Hearing that the two vampires had come for that corpse, many ideas popped into Xincha's mind. He wondered if offering up these two vampires could elevate his status further.

As for betraying the Big Boss, Xincha didn't have the guts for that!

......

Neon lights flickered, and the noise of heavy metal music echoed through the street.

This was a nightclub located in Brooklyn.

The dance floor was filled with headbanging hippies.

Many hot-bodied beauties weaved through the dance floor.

The quality of the beauties in this bar was unexpectedly high; they had hot bodies and exquisite looks, especially their skin, which was dazzlingly white.

This drew the gazes of many drunken men, who followed them like sunflowers.

The heavy metal music in the bar was noisy, and from time to time, men and women could be seen leaving in clusters.

Two blonde, blue-eyed beauties in leather jackets with hot figures helped two Big men, one Black Strong Man and one white big man, out of the bar.

Both strong men were at least 180 cm tall and quite heavy, and both had drunk quite a bit, but the two women helped them effortlessly, appearing abnormally relaxed.

The bar was full of people seeking pleasure, and the intoxicating atmosphere meant no one noticed this abnormality.

...…

The two women helped the two strong men out of the bar. They didn't head towards the nearby hotel but instead walked towards a nearby Alley.

The white Big man, supported by the beauty beside him, looked around with a lewd smile on his face.

"Hey, babe, **! I like it!"

He impatiently fumbled around the woman's embrace, his hands moving everywhere.

At the same time, he drunkenly reached out a hand to his belt.

The strong man, who had buried his entire head in the woman's embrace, didn't notice that the beauty he was holding, whose blue eyes were gradually revealing a scarlet glow.

A pair of canine teeth grew wildly in her upper jaw. Hiss! The blonde woman's two fangs bit fiercely into the Big man's artery. From her throat came the sound of blood gulping down.

"Ah!"

The Black Strong Man was pressing the other beauty against the wall, flirting with her in a 'wall-pinning' pose.

He inadvertently turned his head and saw this scene, immediately letting out a bloodcurdling scream.

He was so scared that his body went limp, and he instinctively wanted to run.

At this moment, the two soft, jade-like arms wrapped around his waist instantly became like steel hoops, locking him tightly.

The Black Strong Man stiffly turned his head back. In front of him, the originally seductive temptress had turned into a red-eyed, fanged devil, looking at him with a sinister smile.

...…

"This time the prey is good, no tobacco smell. I hate big *!"

The two female vampires took out paper towels from their bags to wipe the crimson corners of their mouths.

They discussed the quality of their prey with each other, just like ordinary women discussing whether today's spicy hot pot was delicious.

At their feet were two dried corpses, shriveled like mummies.

Having successfully hunted two good prey, the two female vampires touched up their makeup and turned back into the bar.

The long night stretched on, and the vampires' thirst for blood was endless.

This bar was one of their hunting grounds.

...…

"So this is your territory? I thought you all lived in Ancient Castles, like in the movies!"

In a Private Room on the second floor of the bar, Xincha chattered incessantly, talking trash, while his eyes constantly looked through the window at the men and women on the Dance Floor.

Selene had changed into a black one-piece leather suit, playing with two extended black handguns in her hands, looking at Xincha expressionlessly.

"You'd better pray that what you're saying is true, otherwise death will be your best outcome!"

"That corpse is hidden in the freezer in the back kitchen of Nightfall Bar. The black market says your vampire fangs can enhance virility. You know, things that enhance virility are sought after in the Underworld!"

Xincha chattered on, but his heart was constantly anxious and uneasy, praying that even if the Boss wasn't at Nightfall Bar tonight, if at least one of the other Big Bosses was there, his life might be saved.

.........

The lights of Nightfall Bar flickered between bright and dark, and the Dance Floor was empty.

It was already past two in the morning, and the bar was nearing closing time.

A few resident gunmen sat bored at the Bar Counter playing cards.

However, they all had long and short weapons placed beside them, remaining very alert.

Unlike the lively card game of the gunmen, Frank sat alone in a booth in a corner of the bar, holding a bottle of brandy.

Under the dim light, with each breath Frank took, there was a faint sound like wind and thunder roaring.

This was the sound of powerful lung vitality driving blood circulation, originating from the powerful breathing technique of the divine beast Zhu Yan Transformation.

It could elevate a person's physical quality to a level capable of disdain for steel, able to break mountains with a punch.

"Ding..."

The bar door was suddenly pushed open. The few gunmen immediately dropped their cards, grabbed the guns beside them, and aimed at the entrance.

A slick-haired trench coat man walked into the bar, with a thin build, a pale face, and sunglasses covering his eyes.

"Shh," the trench coat man strangely put his middle finger to his mouth and made a gesture towards the gunmen.

"Young men, don't panic. I'm here to talk about cooperation. Where's your boss?"

The few gunmen exchanged glances and all turned their gaze towards Frank. Crackle, crackle, crackle. Frank got up from the booth, stretched his limbs, and his bones crackled.

"Cooperation?!"

Frank's eyes stared fixedly at the trench coat man like a raging ape.

"Yes, cooperation. Human, you took something that doesn't belong to you!"

The trench coat man laughed strangely, "Hand it over!"

Frank tilted his head. Without any unnecessary words, he moved like thunder, instantly appearing in front of the trench coat man.

He lifted his right knee, and a huge strength slammed into the trench coat man's lower abdomen, instantly sending him flying four or five meters.

He was plastered against the wall like mud.

"Throw him out!"

Frank gave the trench coat man a cold look, then turned to go back to his training.

A strange cackling sound suddenly echoed behind Frank.

Frank stopped and turned his head.

The trench coat man let out a strange cackle, struggling to get up from the wall.

"Human, you are an elite among the lambs, but who gave you the courage to resist the great Vampire Clan!"

Frank turned around and looked calmly at the trench coat man.

The trench coat man was covered in blood, his abdomen and chest were completely caved in. A normal person would have died long ago, but the trench coat man seemed to feel no pain.

He cackled, his ten fingers grew wildly, like short swords, and he lunged towards Frank.

The trench coat man's speed was very fast, exceeding the speed of a normal human.

Two fangs protruded, and his scarlet pupils under the sunglasses stared fixedly at Frank's neck.

With a howling wind sound, the ten short spear-like claws reached Frank's neck in an instant.

The trench coat man seemed to even smell the sweetness of blood. He didn't notice Frank's calm, fierce eyes, which hadn't blinked once the entire time.

Whoosh! Just as the trench coat man's claws were about to touch Frank, Frank moved his foot, lowered his body, shifted his stance, and delivered a shoulder bump.

The trench coat man felt as if he had been hit head-on by a car.

His body was like a broken doll, and he was sent flying.

Whoosh, whoosh. That wasn't all. Frank stomped his foot and leaped four or five meters.

Frank, who had leaped into the air, struck first despite moving after, his fists a flurry of punches in mid-air.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

A pile of mangled flesh fell to the ground.

Looking at the still wriggling mess, Frank walked up and raised his foot.

Crack! The trench coat man's head shattered like a watermelon.

Frank squatted down and reached into the sticky mess to pick up a fang, examining it carefully.

.........

"This is Frank. Use your Skynet System to check a license plate number for me! Find the originating location of this car!"

At the entrance of the venue, looking at the black car parked at the entrance, Frank took out his phone and dialed.

Meanwhile, in an office building somewhere in New York, inside the office registered as Tang Information Company.

A massive server room, filled with the flashing blue lights of computer hosts.

"Clearance confirmed, Frank, fingerprint match successful, authorization granted, Commander Diamond!"

Amidst the computer prompts, over a dozen on-duty super hackers began to get busy in front of their computers.

Soon, these super hackers used the company's network to hack into the NYPD's surveillance network, accessing surveillance equipment from various locations, and found an address.

.........

"These are our prey this time!"

Frank kicked up a dried corpse with his foot, his tone full of annoyance.

He had finally returned to New York from Japan after much effort, and hadn't even had a good rest yet. He was planning to take his wife and son on a vacation to Hawaii, but these things came knocking.

Behind him, twelve Diamond soldiers wearing masks stood silently holding their guns, like statues.

These Diamond soldiers wore black masks on their faces, like vicious ghosts and yakshas, with only their two eyes showing.

They wore black armor suits. These modified Green Goblin Suits worn by these soldiers, paired with the black iron yaksha masks, in the pitch-black Alley, along with the two dried corpses...

Straight out of a midnight horror movie.

Looking at the bar in front of him, Frank walked straight in with his hands in his pockets.

Behind him, the twelve soldiers followed silently like ghostly shadows.

"Bang!"

Walking to the bar entrance, the short-tempered Frank directly kicked the heavy, soundproof bar door. It flew up and smashed heavily into the noisy Dance Floor.

A few unlucky souls who were dancing happily didn't notice the door falling from above and were knocked flat onto the ground.

The huge commotion drew everyone's gaze towards the entrance.

A few short-tempered vampires couldn't help but reveal their bloodthirsty fangs.

"Keep two live samples, kill the rest!"

Frank clapped his hands, his gaze swept over the Dance Floor, and he coldly issued the order.

Crack, crack, crack. The twelve soldiers simultaneously raised their guns.

"Roar!"

A vampire closest to Frank could no longer hold back. With a roar, it revealed its sharp fangs and lunged towards Frank.

This vampire's speed was fast, but Frank, who had cultivated the Zhu Yan Transformation, was faster.

His figure was like the wind. Before the vampire could react, crackle, crackle, its two arms were twisted like pretzels.

"Roar!"

The vampire let out a painful shriek, followed by two more cracks.

Frank kicked it twice, and the unlucky vampire's two legs snapped into two pieces.

"One!"

Frank stepped on the vampire's chest and hooked his finger towards the center of the Dance Floor.

In the Dance Floor, over a dozen figures lunged simultaneously.

Da da da da da da da...

The twelve Diamond soldiers simultaneously pulled their triggers.

The armor's aiming assist system allowed the twelve modified rifles to form a dense network of fire in mid-air.

For vampires, human firearms could seriously injure them, but as long as they weren't hit in the head, their powerful regenerative abilities gave them an overwhelming advantage over ordinary humans.

Puff, puff...

A few vampires who lunged forward were shot through the chest. Their bodies immediately began to smoke. In just a few seconds, several vampires turned into piles of ash amidst wails.

"It's Ultraviolet bullets!"

Seeing the plight of their companions, all the vampires were terrified.

Ultraviolet bullets were like strong acid to ordinary humans for vampires.

And even more damaging.

The vampires exchanged glances, carefully shrinking back into the crowd.

The ordinary humans on the Dance Floor had long been frozen in terror by this sudden turn of events.

Someone shouted, and everyone swarmed towards the bar entrance.

Over a dozen vampires mixed in with the crowd, retracting their claws and fangs, hoping to take advantage of the chaos.

Frank let out a cold laugh. The twelve Diamond soldiers simultaneously reached down to their waists and simultaneously threw.

Cantaloupe-sized glass-like hand grenades were hurled out from their hands.

The hand grenades exploded in the crowd. What burst out from the strange hand grenades wasn't shrapnel, but blinding strong light.

The hand grenades, concentrated with ultraviolet strong light, instantly enveloped more than half the bar.

Over a dozen vampires mixed in with the crowd instantly turned into ash under the strong light.

...…

"One more to go!"

Frank looked towards the Bar Counter. A Bunny Girl bartender turned to flee.

Frank drew a handgun with a backhand motion. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Twelve non-silver bullets precisely shot and broke the Bunny Girl's hands and legs.

Two Diamond soldiers stepped forward and tied up the Bunny Girl.

"Oh!"

Frank looked towards the second floor. A powerful vampire aura suddenly appeared within his range of perception. Selene stood at the Stairwell on the second floor of the bar, holding her guns, watching Frank vigilantly.

"She's quite pretty, too bad she's a vampire. But Boss will definitely like you!"

Frank sized up Selene, took his hand out of his pocket, and a small folding switchblade appeared in his palm.

He casually pressed the mechanism, and the sharp blade, made of Vibranium, sprang out.

Ding! Selene's physical quality was more than three times that of ordinary humans. Her vampire physique gave her incredible regenerative abilities.

The name Death Dealer was widely known among the Vampire Clan.

She had slain no less than a hundred werewolves with her blade.

However, this time she met her match.

In just one exchange, the handguns in her hands snapped into four pieces.

A small switchblade pierced her right shoulder. A powerful energy wave surged out from the switchblade, instantly knocking her unconscious.

(End of chapter)