An explosive force erupted from the bodies of the two won like a volcanic blast. Their long legs released an absurd amount of power in an instant, tearing through the air as shockwaves exploded outward.
The next mont, they shot into the sky like twin blades unsheathed from the darkness, racing upward along the outer glass walls of the skyscraper.
Glass shattered continuously under the impact of their speed. Countless fragnts rained downward like glittering snow, crashing toward the streets below.
The building stood only thirty stories tall—roughly a hundred ters. For monsters with physical strength in the seventy-to-eighty-ton range, a fully charged leap was enough to vault almost the entire height in one go.
The sound of breaking glass had already alerted the vampires on the top floor.
Confusion began spreading through the penthouse party. It was obvious that these creatures, spoiled by centuries of luxury and indulgence, had long since forgotten what true vigilance felt like.
Only when the two won descended from the sky and landed beside the swimming pool did they finally realize the intruders had co with hostile intent.
Neagley stood there in a crimson trench coat, the night wind fluttering the hem of her coat as she looked around at the vampires lounging by the pool, embracing one another, or soaking in the water. Their gazes were filled with shock and confusion.
She smiled politely and even greeted them with impeccable manners.
"Sorry to interrupt your party, everyone," she said casually. "But would you mind answering a few questions for ?"
"Who are you?" One of the vampires, a young and handso blond white man, frowned as he spoke.
Anyone with half a brain could tell these two won were far from ordinary after witnessing their entrance.
Especially with the overwhelming vitality radiating from them.
Even from more than ten ters away, the vampires could sll the rich, sweet scent of blood flowing through their bodies.
At that mont, nothing else mattered.
Several nearby vampires were already growing intoxicated by the scent, greed flashing in their eyes as sharp fangs pushed out involuntarily.
Even the expensive "virgin blood" in their glasses suddenly seed dull and unappealing.
Seeing the vampires growing increasingly restless, Neagley swept her gaze across the room.
After failing to spot Deacon Frost—the real target of this operation—she gave a slight nod.
"Looks like I'll need to communicate with you in a different way."
Without hesitation, she drew the twin pistols from her waist and fired at two female vampires who had been quietly circling through the pool toward her.
Bang! Bang!
Muzzle flashes burst through the darkness as silver-coated bullets pierced straight through their foreheads.
The next mont, before they could even scream, their bodies ignited like gasoline set ablaze. Sparks flew in every direction as they burned away in an instant, reduced to ashes that scattered into the pool water.
At the exact sa mont Neagley opened fire, Natasha also drew her twin Desert Eagles and pulled the triggers.
Two more vampires burst into flas and crumbled into ash.
"Damn it, they're silver-plated bullets! Kill them!"
The surrounding vampires imdiately snapped out of their intoxicated state and shouted in alarm after seeing their companions reduced to ashes.
As vampires, their bodies were vastly superior to ordinary humans, and they possessed incredibly long lifespans.
But the price for that power was their weakness to sunlight and silver weapons.
Ultraviolet light and silver were essentially lethal poison to them.
Once exposed, death was inevitable.
Because of this weakness, most vampire hunters specifically used silver weaponry.
For example, silver-coated lee weapons, silver bullets, and even ultraviolet weaponry.
The fact that Neagley and Natasha carried such equipnt already made one thing obvious—
These uninvited guests had co with hostile intentions.
In an instant, the vampires dropped all pretense of elegance. They bared their fangs and lunged at the two won with speed far beyond that of ordinary humans—fast enough that normal people would not even have ti to react.
But in the eyes of Neagley and Natasha, that level of speed was child's play.
Neagley casually tilted her body aside, effortlessly dodging the claw strike of a male vampire rushing toward her. The mont he passed by, she raised her pistol beneath his chin.
"Bye-bye."
Bang!
The bullet tore upward through his brain from below his jaw, and the vampire instantly burst into flas.
Then she lifted one long leg and slamd a female vampire rushing toward her beneath her heel. Pointing the gun at the woman's head, she pulled the trigger again.
Kill count 2.
Over on Natasha's side, she refused to be outdone. Her movents were light and agile; even after her physical reinforcent, she still retained her distinct combat style. She was like a venomous serpent—elegant, swift, and precise. Using the minimum amount of exertion, she precisely neutralized her opponents.
Dodge, pull the trigger. Dodge, pull the trigger. After emptying her magazines, she smoothly executed a reload and continued pulling the trigger.
Beneath the moonlight, accompanied by explosive music and the relentless rhythm of gunfire, the battle almost resembled a deadly performance.
The two stunning won moved through the crowd like dancers in a graceful waltz, while vampires ignited into flas around them, sparks scattering through the air before their bodies crumbled to ash.
Very quickly, the gunfire ceased.
Only the pounding music still echoed across the rooftop.
The once-crowded penthouse balcony had beco completely empty.
Now, only Neagley, Natasha, the blond vampire who had first questioned Neagley earlier, and a red-haired female vampire remained alive.
Gone were their previous arrogance, pride, and fury.
All that remained was fear.
Pure terror.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they looked as though they wanted nothing more than to leap off the building and flee.
Unfortunately for them, Neagley and Natasha stood on either side, completely cutting off any escape.
How much ti had even passed? Their companions had already been slaughtered.
At first glance, it seed as though Neagley and Natasha had simply killed them with guns, but in reality, it was their precision, strength, speed, agility, reflexes, and combat instincts that had truly surpassed the vampires.
Against lesser blood servants, firearms might still be effective.
But hitting a true vampire was incredibly difficult, despite the speed of bullets.
Vampires possessed not only enhanced agility but also terrifying reaction speeds. The instant an enemy pulled the trigger, they could often predict the bullet's trajectory and evade in advance.
Unless subjected to large-scale suppressive fire with no escape routes, striking one directly was nearly impossible.
Yet these two won had accomplished exactly that.
To guarantee their shots landed, they fought in close quarters.
They dodged attacks at point-blank range, restrained the vampires' bodies so they could not evade, and then pressed gun barrels directly against vital points like the chin, forehead, or heart before pulling the trigger.
The kind of attacks that simply could not be dodged.
Their combat experience was terrifyingly rich.
The blond vampire was absolutely certain of one thing—
If he dared resist, he would die the very next second.
There would be no chance of survival whatsoever.
So he decisively dropped to his knees.
The female vampire beside him looked stunned for a mont upon seeing this, but quickly realized the situation and imdiately knelt down as well.
"Whatever you want to know, whatever you want to do, I'll agree to anything. Please… please don't kill ."
When surrendering, decisiveness was important.
After living for several hundred years, he had long mastered the art of survival. As long as he could stay alive, he was willing to do anything.
He still had endless years ahead to enjoy life.
He had no intention of following his companions into death.
Natasha didn't find this surprising. So people could conquer their fear of death, but the vast majority could not. This was especially true for those with more wealth, higher status, and longer lives.
"OK, now we can finally have a pleasant conversation." Neagley casually spun her pistol around her finger as she spoke in a lazy tone.
"Mind telling where your leader, Deacon, is right now?"
Then she added with a smile:
"You only get one chance."
The man suddenly raised his head, his lips trembling slightly as though struggling internally.
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