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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0096_part_01
Chapter 147
chapter 0096 part 1
**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.
**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.
