Deacon Frost had never seen won this terrifying in his life.
No matter how hard he tried to think it through, he couldn't co up with a single answer—had he sohow offended these two before? Why else would they chase him all the way out here for no reason at all?
This was the remote border region of New Jersey, for God's sake. What kind of normal person would ever co to a place like this?
Watching his subordinates get slaughtered one after another, Deacon could no longer sit still.
But instead of charging forward to deal with those two lunatics, his first instinct was to run.
Deacon Frost was arrogant—but he wasn't stupid.
Those two won were tearing through his forces with nothing but pistols and hand-to-hand combat. From the mont they stord into the temple until now, dozens of vampires had already died in re minutes. And the silver cross swords on their backs hadn't even been drawn yet.
How the hell was he supposed to fight that?
Even using his ass to think, he knew there wasn't the slightest chance of winning. If he stayed, he'd probably die without even managing to entertain them for a second. The thought alone was enough to break his spirit.
So the mont he sensed things going wrong, Deacon imdiately turned to flee.
Unfortunately for him, Neagley and Natasha had been watching him the entire ti.
The instant he spun around, his vision blurred. A smoking-hot gun barrel suddenly pressed against his forehead, and the cold gaze of the woman holding it froze him in place.
Without even thinking, he slowly raised both hands in surrender.
"Whoa there… hey, maybe there's been so kind of misunderstanding between us?" Deacon forced out nervously.
He didn't doubt for a second that she would pull the trigger.
Nor did he believe he could dodge it.
"Deacon Frost," Neagley said with a faint smile, watching the vampire whose forehead was already covered in sweat. "I spent quite a bit of ti tracking you down. Nice to finally et you, handso vampire."
Strictly speaking, he was a mber of the blood race.
Deacon wanted to correct her, but the scorching heat from the gun barrel against his skin made him wisely swallow those words.
"Is… is there sothing I can help you with, ma'am?" he asked cautiously, all his previous swagger completely gone.
"There was," Neagley replied casually as she walked past him. "Now there isn't."
As she spoke, she looked beyond him.
Natasha, who monts ago had been dancing across the battlefield as though orchestrating a silent waltz of slaughter, had finally stopped moving. One silver Desert Eagle and one golden Desert Eagle hung loosely in her hands at her sides, barrels angled toward the ground. Her posture was graceful, composed—impossibly cool.
Unfortunately, Deacon was no longer in a position to appreciate it.
At that mont, a female vampire hiding near one of the tunnels suddenly lunged toward Natasha from behind, her face twisted viciously.
"Hey! Watch out!" Jessica instinctively stepped out from the corridor and shouted a warning.
But before the attacking vampire could even get close, a massive figure abruptly appeared beside Natasha.
A thick, muscular arm shot out and seized the mature female vampire by the throat.
"Agh—! AHH—!"
The vampire shrieked and clawed wildly, trying to fight back, but the hand gripping her neck tightened with overwhelming force.
Crack.
Her neck snapped instantly.
The man casually released the corpse, then drew a Ruger Super Redhawk revolver and aid it at the vampire's head without hesitation.
BOOM!
The deafening gunshot exploded through the chamber. Her skull burst apart instantly, and the headless body trembled before igniting into flas and crumbling into ashes.
"Uh..." Jessica was sowhat at a loss, staring blankly at the burly strongman.
The burly man had a buzz cut, stood 195 cm tall, and wore a simple black leather jacket over a T-shirt and jeans. His muscles were fully pronounced, which, paired with the exaggerated design of the revolver, exuded a pure hard-boiled style.
The burly man raised his head to look at Jessica on the corridor wall over ten ters high, his gaze sharp as a hawk's. However, he retracted his eyes imdiately afterward.
"It seems we weren't needed for this trip."
"Yeah. Sorry we only left you one target, Reacher," Natasha said without even turning around, already knowing who had arrived.
She tilted her head slightly and glanced at the Ruger Super Redhawk in his hand. The corners of her lips curved upward in approval.
"Nice taste."
"This," Reacher replied with complete seriousness, "is a man's classic."
Natasha's praise clearly pleased him.
"Okay, guys, you're a little late," Neagley called out casually as she looked toward Roscoe and Bucky, who were walking out of the corridor entrance at an unhurried pace. "Once we wrap this up, how about grabbing a late-night al?"
"I was hoping I'd get to see this so-called Blood God," Roscoe said with mild disappointnt. "But freeloading a midnight snack sounds pretty good too."
The forr policewoman from Margrave had completely transford after the training on the island base. She now carried herself with the calm steadiness of a true soldier, remaining unfazed no matter the situation.
"So this is the Temple of Eternal Night?" Bucky looked around with interest before shrugging slightly. "Looks kind of crude."
His gaze eventually landed on Deacon, whose legs were already trembling uncontrollably.
"We're not killing him?"
"No." Neagley imdiately rejected the idea. "He's still useful."
"That's right," Reacher added as he walked over. "We need his assets, and we need information about vampire-related forces around the world."
As he spoke, he pulled out a strange wooden muzzle from his waist and slapped it directly over Deacon's mouth.
Three wooden rods automatically extended from the edges, wrapping around his cheeks and locking together behind his head.
Then Reacher took out a syringe and injected sothing into Deacon's neck.
The vampire instantly rolled his eyes back and collapsed unconscious.
Neagley raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
Reacher lifted the syringe slightly. "Double dosage. Fastest recovery ti is twenty-four hours."
"Always prepare thoroughly before an operation!!" Neagley imdiately repeated the phrase Reacher used to say most often back when they were still in the Scout Regint squad.
After saying that, she holstered both pistols at her waist and tilted her head upward toward the corridor above, where Jessica stood alongside a sneaky-looking Skye peeking around the corner.
"Hey, Mint Bunny. Aren't you coming down to et an old friend?"
The nickna instantly stunned Skye.
She froze for a mont before lowering her head toward Neagley in disbelief.
"Mint Bunny…?"
"Yeah. Swallowtail Fox says hello."
Neagley smiled brightly as she spoke.
They were the usernas the two of them used online—ridiculously casual nas neither of them had put much thought into.
"Oh… my… God."
Skye's mouth fell open.
She genuinely could not process this ridiculous turn of events.
…
When Matthew woke up the next morning, he discovered that his assets were about to increase once again.
This ti, the source was Deacon Frost.
According to Reacher's later report, they had successfully captured Deacon and, using Neagley's mory Fruit ability, extracted a massive amount of detailed information from his mories.
That included intelligence regarding vampire factions across the globe.
They had also conveniently taken control of Deacon's assets within the United States.
Although Deacon was rely a mixed-blood vampire looked down upon by the vampire elders, his abilities were undeniably exceptional. After living for so many years, he had accumulated a staggering amount of wealth.
The estimated total value of his assets exceeded three billion dollars.
And that was just Deacon alone.
It was hard to imagine how terrifyingly wealthy those ancient vampire families truly were.
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