Grab the bullet with your bare hands!
Nick Fury, who had never seen much of the world, saw this unique skill for the first time, and his eyes were as big as bells.
Although I have heard many legendary stories about Superman, nothing compares to the shocking experience of seeing it with my own eyes.
"Those Germans are really unlucky."
Thinking of the Axis powers facing such enemies on the battlefield of World War II, Fury couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for them.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
The gunfire rang out again, fireworks erupted from the black hole of the gun, and a dense rain of metal bullets hit Luke.
Those burly bodyguards were also frightened.
But the inherent human understanding of "how can flesh and blood stop a bullet" is still at play.
So, out of some kind of stress reaction, the bodyguards pulled the triggers one after another, trying to kill the curly-haired male reporter on the spot - even forgetting Gaetaro's orders.
"With such receptive ability and psychological quality, he is not qualified to work as a security guard in a bar. How can he be used as a lackey for a vampire or a powerful person?"
Luke's eyes flashed and he mocked.
Then, his thoughts moved slightly, and the biological force field covered him.
The rapidly spreading translucent field takes the entire hall as its own territory.
"I'm suffocating!"
"Damn it! Is this reporter a mutant?"
"He's a monster!"
“…”
Panic sounds sounded almost immediately.
The air seemed to freeze and time seemed to slow down.
Those metal bullets that shot out hit the invisible wall.
The kinetic energy was exhausted, and it fell quickly, landing on the carpet.
"Mutants? Your knowledge is a bit poor."
The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, and the terrifying gravity was exerted.
The fierce and burly bodyguards knelt down one after another. The guns in their hands were twisted into twists as if held by invisible big hands.
"As vampires, they have a bloodthirsty desire and regard the blood in living creatures as food. I can understand it to some extent - survival is the first priority of living creatures."
A cold light flashed across Luke's eyes, and he said coldly: "But as human beings, isn't it a bit unjustifiable for you to treat your own kind in such a cruel way?"
Snapped!
A snap of the fingers.
The head of the bodyguard guarding the door exploded like a watermelon pierced by a bullet.
The turbid liquid mixed with red and white splashed out and splashed on the carpet with complicated patterns.
"No need to rush, take your time."
Feeling the horrified looks in everyone's eyes, Luke took off his glasses and changed from a curly-haired reporter to his original appearance.
"Superman!"
The bodyguards finally recognized him.
Anyone who is not out of touch with society and has read newspapers and TV.
Everyone is familiar with the youngest Lieutenant General Superman in the history of the United States, the legendary hero who ended World War II.
In later Internet terms, Luke is currently regarded as a "national idol" and "a top figure in the military world."
"It seems that my disguise is very useful."
Luke put a satisfied smile on his face and glanced over.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
Snapped-
Luke seemed to turn into a head-shooting maniac, exerting the terrifying gravity of squeezing the air on the bodyguards, blasting their heads to pieces one by one!
On the surface, it looks like Superman glanced at him in a nonchalant way, and then the other person exploded.
The headless body hit the ground, and large streams of blood flowed out, soaking the thick carpet and dyeing it red.
"How's it going? Do you still like it?"
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Luke stepped over the headless body that fell to the ground, pulled out a chair, and sat down slowly.
The big shots sitting around the long table had fear in their eyes.
If they are ordinary murderers, they can also use money and beautiful women to induce them, and their power and status can be supplemented by coercion.
There is always a bargaining chip to impress the other party.
In this world, there are only a few lunatics who really only want to welcome chaos and sin.
but-
Sitting in front of them was an army lieutenant general.
When it comes to power, even the president has to give a bit of a thumbs-down.
Speaking of wealth, the behind-the-scenes holdings of Skynet are arms tycoons Howard Stark and Luke. This is not a secret, and anyone who is willing can find out.
In addition, there are hotels and casinos under construction in Las Vegas, which are said to be one of the assets of the Superman Lieutenant General.
To him, wealth is a cheap thing that is readily available.
Therefore, these politicians and wealthy businessmen who hold high positions can make changes in Washington, D.C.
They really didn't know how to impress Luke so that he would show his favor and let them go.
"General Cavell, I am..."
Snapped!
A head exploded.
A mixture of red and white liquid was sprinkled on the left and right faces.
The smell of blood and the feeling of approaching death made their faces pale, and the fear in their hearts had been magnified to the extreme.
"I know your name, Mr. Sfield, the White House cabinet. Your family is very powerful on the East Coast. It has produced several members of Congress and is known as the "Congressman's Family."
Luke said calmly to the fallen body.
"But you speak without permission. This is very impolite and I don't like it very much."
The hall fell into dead silence for an instant. Even Nick Fury, whose movements were not affected, subconsciously held his breath, as if he was afraid that he would become the next unlucky guy to be shot in the head.
"Your name is... Getaro, right?"
After the cold atmosphere of absolute silence lasted for about half a minute, Luke tapped the table with his fingers and looked at the middle-aged man sitting at the head table.
The other party has the elegant temperament and pale face of a vampire. Two sharp teeth are vaguely exposed, and there is a red light in his eyes.
"Yes, it is."
Getaro was trembling with fear. He was like a wild cat with explosive hair, uncontrollably showing the external characteristics of a vampire.
"Mr. Lieutenant General, I know the White House Chief of Staff, Mr. John Stillman."
"If I have offended you, on behalf of the Blood Tribe Council and Mr. Stillman, I can apologize to you and provide you with sufficient sincerity to compensate you."
I have to say that vampires who live a long time are indeed very discerning.
Knowing that he couldn't bring any bargaining chips, he moved out the White House Chief of Staff and the Blood Tribe Council.
"What is your status in the Blood Tribe Council?"
Luke's expression softened and he asked kindly.
"Mr. Lieutenant General, I am the person in charge of the Washington area. I specialize in... providing fresh goods to the elders of the Congress and conducting some public relations activities."
Getaro carefully considered his words, and he was extremely afraid of Luke's sudden appearance.
Not only because of the terrifying pressure brought by the biological force field, but also the tension of not being able to guess what the other party will do next.
"That is, you are responsible for hunting humans, as well as bribing and colluding with another group of... humans."
Luke glanced at the politician sitting next to him. The other person thought his head was going to explode. His legs shook with fear and he almost lost control on the spot.
"What's your relationship with Stillman?"
Getaro's brain was spinning rapidly and his eyes were flashing.
He instinctively wanted to hide something, but when he saw the fallen headless corpse and the strong smell of blood in the air, he couldn't help but follow his inner will.
“Stearman is a big customer for us.”
Getaro said truthfully.
"client?"
Luke raised an eyebrow.
"That's right. Because the mages of the New York Sanctuary have regulations, vampires are not allowed to hunt humans privately, but the elders of the council, sometimes they need some fresh... food."
Getaro said hesitantly.
"In order to obtain sufficient blood supplies, we will cooperate with hospitals. Two-thirds of the hospital blood banks in New York actually have transactions with the Blood Tribe Council."
Fury's eyes widened as he stood behind him. What kind of operation could he do
Does this mean that going to the hospital to donate blood was actually equivalent to feeding vampires
"Later, in order to enter the upper class, we used blood to develop an addictive medicine. It was more potent than marijuana and was very popular among the rich."
Getaro said cautiously.
"Mr. Stillman was introduced here. He quickly became obsessed with the 'blood poppy' and often used it to gather people for parties."
"Later, a wine club was set up and several new friends would be brought over every week."
The corners of Luke's mouth curled up slightly, and his fingers stopped tapping on the table.
John Stillman secretly colluded with the Blood Tribe Council and took advantage of unfair transactions. This was not his focus.
No politician in the White House, no member of Congress, no general in the Pentagon has a clean enough foundation.
Everyone has done power-for-money transactions and benefit transfers.
Politics itself is the dirtiest game in the world. To become a senior player or the final winner, you must completely sell your morality and conscience to the devil.
"I want to know, who hooked Stillman up?"
Luke looked at the uneasy Getaro and asked softly: "How did you get to know the White House Chief of Staff? And how did you turn so many politicians into the Hagui clan?"
"The expansion rate of vampires in the Washington area is three times that of previous years."
"In addition to this wine club, there are also similar cigar clubs and sailing clubs... You use the name of a high-end club to attract elites."
"The most important thing is that you have free access to the Pentagon in the name of White House officials and have prepared several laboratories to create more 'blood poppies'."
"Tell me, Mr. Getaro, who is behind all this? Who conquered the Blood Council and made you his lackeys?"
"Vampires ostensibly infiltrated Washington, D.C., but actually secretly used the cover of the political circles to start growing."
"At the same time, you are using the 'blood poppy' to win over all parties. Is it some vampire elder who wants to be the president?"
Getaro's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he couldn't answer any of these questions.
The Blood Tribe Council has indeed undergone some changes recently. It no longer adopts the previous conservative strategy, but takes the initiative.
Especially in penetrating the political and business circles, it can be said that no effort has been spared.
"The mages of the New York Sanctuary will not let vampires become the managers of the country."
Luke gradually got closer to the truth and said softly: "If it's not a campaign, is it seeking re-election? Or - preparing to pass a certain bill?"
"Is Mr. President making any big moves? Stillman is the White House Chief of Staff. There should be no need to guess who he represents."
Hearing this, Gaitaro's pupils shrank suddenly, and his right hand turned into a cloud of blood mist, which exploded with a bang!
Then, using the stimulated power, he forcibly got rid of the biological force field that enveloped the hall.
The mutilated body was like lightning, directly smashing through the stained glass window of the hall.
"It was so obvious that it was like telling me directly that the person behind this was the president."
Luke didn't stop him. Hunters sometimes let go of their prey, hoping for a bigger harvest.
"Well, tonight's show ends here. Good night to you all."
He stood up, and the pressure exerted by the biological force field suddenly dissipated, which made the club members lingering on the verge of death breathe a sigh of relief.
Fury pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something.
These powerful people, who were accomplices of the vampire, killed an innocent girl and deserved to be punished.
But if they are handed over to the court for trial and legal sanctions, it may not be of much use.
Officials in the White House cabinet, capitalists in the New York business community, and members of Congress...
Fury glanced over and found that all of them were well-dressed and morally important people.
"Oh, right."
Luke walked to the door and suddenly turned around.
"I just asked God, and he said he doesn't want to forgive you bastards and asked me to send you to Mephisto."
Snapped!
Lieutenant General Superman snapped his fingers gently.
It was like pushing the first domino.
Pah, pah, pah, pah —
The heads are like fireworks in full bloom. After they explode, they spurt out coquettish blood flowers. (End of chapter)