DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

The five women were qualified to enjoy blood meals in the private room on the second floor, which meant they were considered minor leaders in the vampire clan's nest. They sat upright on the sofa, looking at Blade with pure fear in their eyes.

In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agent list, Eric Brooks's codename was Blade, but among the vampires, he was called the Daywalker—a vampire who could walk in the light. Of course, Eric suppressed the bloodthirsty thoughts in his body with his firm will. He did not have the weaknesses of the vampires; he not only inherited their abilities but also had the growth potential of a human. When a vampire transforms, their body freezes at that moment. Through high-intensity training since childhood, Eric had not only acquired a formidable set of skills but had also developed his physical fitness to its absolute limit. He preferred the title "Daywalker" to "Blade," as it symbolized the vampires' fear of him.

"Who led you to Gotham?" Eric held a vial of garlic essence potion in his hand and said coldly, "Don't force me to pour this into your mouths bit by bit."

For a moment, the five women's pupils shrank in fear. They knew exactly how painful it was for a vampire to die from garlic essence. It was like drinking a gulp of boiling molten iron that burned their stomachs from the inside out.

"I have a question," Alan said, looking at the milky-white and viscous garlic essence in the test tube. A thought suddenly occurred to him. "What would happen if it were injected from… the back?"

This…

Eric's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, were startled. It was difficult for him to answer such a tricky question. After all, he was a vampire hunter, not a pervert who tortured vampires for fun.

"Why don't you give it a try? The Comedic Bat wants to see it," Alan said, looking at Bruce with a bright smile. "Right, Bats?"

I don't want to. I didn't say that. Please don't talk nonsense. Bruce gave him a disdainful look and turned his head away to show that he didn't want to bother with him.

"Don't do that! It was Deacon Frost who summoned us to Gotham!" Immediately, a woman spoke up and revealed the mastermind. Although vampires are dark creatures, they possess intelligent consciousness, which meant they had an instinctive fear of death.

"It was him," Eric said suddenly. "No wonder there's been no news about this guy recently."

"Who is he?" Bruce mainly focused on human criminals and rarely collected information on non-human enemies. Professional matters should be handled by professionals, so there was no need to create too many enemies for himself.

"Frost is a half-blood leader who has been on the rise in recent years. A large number of half-bloods regard him as their leader. I've been following him and have a feeling that he's plotting something big," Eric said truthfully.

"Half-blood?" Bruce asked doubtfully. "Are there purebloods?"

"That's right. The kind transformed by Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan, can be considered purebloods. The blood clan transformed from purebloods are considered half-bloods. The ones below them are the inferior ones transformed from half-bloods," Eric answered bluntly. He never acknowledged the bloodline of a vampire, so naturally, he couldn't show any respect.

"What about Dracula and Drake?" Alan's memory was pulled back to his time at the rehabilitation center, where he had secretly played on the computer and browsed the web for a high-scoring action movie he had seen about Dracula and his three brides. The scene, the costumes, the acting—Alan had almost pulled his pants down on the spot. Fortunately, his attending physician had returned in time to prevent him from doing anything stupid. As for Drake, he was the villain in the Blade movie series and also had the ability to move in sunlight.

"I don't know Drake," Eric said seriously. "I've heard of Dracula. He is a special vampire who has reverted to his ancestral form. He cannot be killed by any means and can only be imprisoned by sealing." Of course, Eric was unwilling to provoke Dracula, the thousand-year-old king of the blood clan; even the thirteen pureblood princes retreated from him.

"Tell us where the citizens are hiding," Bruce said in a deep voice.

Under the pressure of death, they revealed the location: the eleventh floor of the Starlight Building. After getting the information he wanted, Eric raised his hand and slashed with his sword. Of the five women sitting in a row, only one was left. The other four had been beheaded by the silver sword and had turned into ashes in an instant.

"It only takes one to identify the authenticity of the information," Eric explained coldly. "To hunt vampires, you have to observe their eyes. The eyes of newly born vampires have an uncontrollable bloodlust and confusion that makes them no longer human. The eyes of vampires who have been turned for a long time are more indifferent. They look at humans like a piece of steak and cannot show any mercy."

"What if I develop feelings for a piece of steak?" Alan said stubbornly.

"That's because you're full, and you're saving it for your next meal," Eric grinned and reminded, "Don't believe in boring love stories between humans and vampires. They are just propaganda within the blood clan to confuse fools." This really explained why there were so many human collaborators willing to work for the vampires, hoping to be transformed and gain immortality one day.

"Who wants to like vampires?" Alan looked proud and then changed the subject, saying in a mean way, "I like succubi."

While Alan was busy showing off his past experiences, Blade and Batman had already picked up the remaining female vampire and rushed to the Starlight Building.

Alan was in no hurry. He sat on the sofa and thought about the information in his mind. He grabbed some ice cubes from the ice bucket and put them in his mouth, chewing them with relish, just like eating rock candy. "I just mentioned Deacon Frost, but he doesn't seem to appear in the comics. He's the main villain in the first Blade film. He must be preparing to complete the Blood God Possession Ritual."

Alan tried hard to recall the plot of the movie and suddenly remembered the existence of the reversal serum. "If that black female scientist can develop it, there's no reason why I can't. I just need to find a helper now."

Arkham Asylum.

Poison Ivy was sleeping soundly when suddenly a hand covered her mouth. She was horrified to find a bat-shaped figure standing in front of the window in the moonlight.

"Shh… don't talk. I'm Batman. I'm saving Gotham City, and I need your help."

"Alan, I know it's you." Pamela Isley broke free and saw that it was Alan who liked to pretend to be Batman.

Alan turned his head away stubbornly and said, "You're talking nonsense. I'm not Bats."

"Batman is elusive, and you are just sneaky. You can't even pretend to be him," Pamela exposed him without any scruples.

"Ah… what are you doing?" Before Pamela could react, Alan had carried her and jumped out of the window to escape.

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