Blade opened his eyes again.

Even though he had been here several times and was accustomed to the environment, as a half-human, half-vampire existence, he was still vigilant at all times.

Falcon-like eyes looked around at the ruins, simmering with ferocity, and the occasional flash of red in the dim light was a testament to his half-vampire.

Above, the words "Wieland Private Research Institute" are hanging on the dilapidated building in front of you.

The name is not normal at first glance.

I really don't know what kind of madness the owner of this place has set up a temporary base in an abandoned building to be demolished in New York City, and has such a name that seems to be a research high-tech, but in fact it is not touched.

Then his ears moved,

Swish!

The blade subconsciously grabbed at the two katanas on his back, specially made weapons mixed with silver.

"I advise you to put those two weapons away, this is my territory, and there are no vampires for you to kill."

There were no mood swings in his calm tone, and then a young black-haired man walked over.

The delicate face proves that the owner of this face is not very old, only in his twenties, and at first glance it looks as harmless as a white rabbit.

If you ignore the weird creatures next to this guy.

"If you can get this little pet to step back a few meters, maybe I'll believe you." Blade paused, spoke, and let go of his hand.

But his eyes under his sunglasses were staring at the strange "pet's" every move.

The object is about 3 meters tall, and its body is black and streamlined, as if it is spliced together with countless human vertebrae; The slender tail that seems to be brewing with the power of a thousand jun flicks gently, and the tip resembles a sharp knife, with a strong penetrating force; The sharp claws dragged to the ground, easily leaving long scratches on the ground, making the blade's eyelids jump wildly.

The most striking thing is undoubtedly the creature's head, which resembles a bizarre crown and seems to have an extraordinary meaning.

A creature that has never been seen before, and the whole body seems to be born for extreme combat, it is simply a rhapsodic version of the genius screenwriter in science fiction works.

Blade also relied on his strong eyesight, and keenly noticed that compared to the previous meetings, now, this monster actually has a lot of unknown slime on its body.

Dewar nodded, obviously satisfied with Blade's response, and inadvertently looked at Blade's eyes, also with some strange charm, his gaze swept over Blade's body, staring at the bulging chest muscles, slender thighs, and thick arms that were about to explode......

It's beautiful.

Blade frowned, a hint of instinctive alertness flashing in his eyes.

Not again.

That kind of look made him feel that this guy was not looking at a person, and Blade had every reason to believe that this strange man had an unusual fetish.

At this time, as if sensing the danger signal coming from the blade, the strange creature beside Dewar moved, and immediately flicked its tail and pumped over.

So fast!

The blade's expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand to make a knife.

With a ding, his palms shook slightly, and he repelled the monster's tail, and his heart sank.

Even if he didn't use all his strength, with his strength, he couldn't cut off the tail that was as hard as metal with a single sword......

Blade looked up again, only to find that the monster standing beside Dewar had disappeared silently, already appearing on the ceiling above him, its long pointed claws flashing with a terrifying cold light, and it looked like it could tear off Blade's skull at any moment.

"Sorry, professional habits." Dewar quickly made an apologetic gesture, "You know, I'm a researcher, and it's very difficult to support a field like this on my own, so it's inevitable to put all your attention into work. ”

"This guy is strong, what's it called?" Blade was secretly frightened, and calmly stared at the strange creature that silently retreated to Dewar's side, like a ghostly assassin.

"Alien." Dewar replied.

"Interesting name, it seems to be the best achievement of your research institute, the weapon of war."

Blade is also well-informed, and has been fighting all kinds of monsters mainly vampires all his life, even if it is just a tentative confrontation, it is enough for him to characterize the existence of the alien, and even more to define the person of Dewar.

He didn't care if Dewar was a scientific lunatic or not, as long as he could help him.

Dewar noncommittal, the best? Aside from the "egg-laying" point, it won't take long for this alien to be the best.

Thinking like this, Dewar took a deep breath, forced himself not to be obsessed with the blade's strong body, and took out a suitcase: "This is the strong acid weapon you want, safe, efficient, in the dead of night on special occasions, it is better than ultraviolet grenades, at least it will help you take out the enemy very quietly." ”

Blade was silent for a moment, then pulled a bag out of his arms and threw it over.

"According to our agreement, 100,000 US dollars." Blade Road.

Dewar whistled, "Are all vampire hunters so rich?" That's right, killing vampires is a money-burning job, and even the bullets are made of silver. ”

"It's not my money anyway, the more vampires you kill, the more money you can steal from those brutes." Blade has always been atmospheric when it comes to spending money.

Pay with one hand and deliver with the other.

"I'll look for an opportunity to advertise your product, using this strong acid against vampires' super self-healing ability, it's very effective." Blade dropped the sentence and took a few steps back with the box.

Dewar suddenly said, "If it's possible, you can bring me some vampires back and live them." ”

"Oh? It's not a good idea to deal with those guys. Blade looked at him in surprise.

"No way, time is running out." Dewar said.

Blade didn't continue to respond, didn't ask what it meant, and disappeared into the night.

"Blade, tsk, this guy is such a righteous paranoid."

Dewar stared at Blade's departing figure and closed the door again.

The vampires in the Marvel world are very interesting, the origin of these things is not Dracula or Cain, but the first mage named Varna who came into contact with the [Dark Book], and relied on the power of the Dark Book to transform himself into the original vampire.

And the author of the Book of Darkness is the famous god of dark magic, the god in charge of one of the three primordial forces of the multiverse, the power of chaos, the second generation of the primordial world tree, above the production version of the third generation of world tree gods such as Odin, Zeus, and the Jade Emperor, and is also the source of the power of the Scarlet Witch - Sithorne, one of the four chaos gods of the multiverse.

As long as it is associated with hatred, ominousness, and black magic, there is more or less the shadow of Sithorne, the ultimate magical entity.

But don't worry about it now, Dewar feels that as an ordinary individual in multiple dimensions, he can't even jump out of the most basic timeline, and he can't be qualified to attract the attention of this kind of big guy.

Blade Warrior, a vampire hunter known in the underworld, was bitten by a vampire when his mother gave birth to him, resulting in him being born with half vampire blood.

He is not afraid of silver and sunlight like ordinary vampires, so he can walk in the sunlight as he pleases, so much so that he is called "Daywalker" by envious and jealous vampires.

But there are also disadvantages, that is, you need to inject immune drugs regularly to avoid being completely devoured by vampire blood.

However, Blade's character is relatively reliable, and as long as he is willing to provide him with the convenience of hunting vampires, he will be happy to make a deal with you.

Dewar shrugged, no way, who makes himself need money? Anyway, exchanging a little alien blood for the money of the blade is just a temporary and excessive expediency.

Since crossing over to this Marvel world, Dewar has once fallen into anxiety, this world, or this universe, has too many freaks and too many ruthless characters.

Luckily, he was accompanied by an alien.

"I remember that before I crossed over, Marvel had officially started serializing Alien's independent publications, which were purely high-tech worlds with no superheroes or anything like that......"

Dewar counted the dollars in his hand, his thoughts drifting away.

"Hehe!"

The alien next to him noticed the change in Dewar's thoughts, and although he couldn't know what Dewar was thinking, he was absolutely loyal to the person in front of him, and still made his own response.

The cry of the alien is never meaningless, as long as it is spoken, it must be an expression of some purpose.

Dewar smiled and held out his hand, and the alien bowed his head in obedience, allowing the man to stroke his crown-like skull.

A man and an alien walked into the research institute, opened the secret room, and in the extremely rough and rudimentary, like a fierce dog gnawed out of the basement - or more appropriately, it was called an underground hole, Dewar slowly raised his head.

Five white slime-covered eggs came into view.