Chapter 87：Vampires Sneaking in the Dark!

"CRACK!"

Peter stomped on the broken glass in the doorway and entered the bar.

The dark wooden floor of the bar was covered in blood.

A pungent stench entered his nostrils.

The record player on the bar was still playing the song "Iron Butterfly".

Pursuing the strange feeling in his heart, Peter came here.

It was as if the being with whom he had a strong connection had appeared here.

Stepping on the sticky blood on the wooden floor, he walked to the bar.

The strong odor of alcohol rushed into his nose, causing his brow to furrow.

He glanced towards the spirits glass holding whiskey on the bar before gently gripping it in his hand.

The spirits glass still had unfinished whiskey in it, giving off a strong odor.

Peter brought the glass up to his eyes.

The feeling that could resonate with the alien embryo inside his body was even stronger.

Contemplating this, he put down the glass of spirits and looked towards the bar.

Blood was everywhere, the floor had traces of being toppled from the bottom, and the traces that had formed in the room were similar to that night when he himself had fought Helen.

The plants in the corner of the bar had withered and gave off a strange odor.

Patrolling his surroundings, Peter slowly walked over to the pool table in the bar.

The smell was even stronger with blood and human tissue strewn about the place.

Near the scattered and dumped furniture, an intact body lay.

The opponent was short and stout, his round body looked like a fat sausage. Leaning on the pool table, the corpse's head hung downward, and blood continuously flowed down from the corner of his mouth Peter squatted down, trying to get a good look at the corpse's face.

Before he could lift the guy's head up, a breath of life was suddenly born from within the corpse.

Immediately afterward under Peter's gaze, the short and stout corpse suddenly possessed a breath.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The guy who suddenly covered his chest breathed heavily from his mouth.

"Cough..."

Coughing, the short and stout guy raised his head.

Seeing the stranger who was looking straight at him, he was taken aback.

At this moment, Peter's body was covered in a black exoskeleton, and under the cover of the pitch-black night, it was full of mystery.

"You... Who are you?"

The short and stout man squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

Peter didn't speak first, and he looked at the guy in front of him with some surprise.

He clearly felt that the other party was dead, so why did he suddenly come back to life again?!

"This is a bar, what do you call me?"

Peter frowned at him and asked, "What happened here?

The man who thought that the other party was a guest immediately dropped his tightened heart.

"I don't know."

He gasped slightly and said to Peter: "I was playing pool with my friends when a woman suddenly came at us with a big punch."

The short and stout man said with a palpitated heart, "She wasn't human, that ... That kind of thing is not something that can be manipulated."

"What kind of thing?"

Peter pressed him.

"Plants, she can make the plants in the bar move and kill people."

The short and strong man's horrified eyes, toward a plant in the corner of the bar, but all he saw was blood and withered plants all over the ground.

Hearing the other man talk about the plant, Peter knew who he was talking about.

"Where did she go?"

Peter continued to ask him.

"I .... I didn't see it, let me think!"

The short, stout man let out a breath as if he wanted to say the words that followed, but he mumbled and only made a slurred sound.

Peter leaned forward a little closer with a tight frown.

The short and stout man also brought his head over, as if trying to whisper something in Peter's ear.

Seeing that he looked extremely weak, he should not have much strength to speak.

The moment he came close to Peter's ear, a sudden change occurred.

The man who opened his bloody mouth, fangs exposed in his mouth, let out a roar, biting towards Peter's neck, a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, just when he thought that he could eat the guy in front of him as a blood meal, he thought that he could eat this guy as a blood meal.

"Snap!"

In the next second, his mouth was pinched with a hand.

The other party's suddenly extended hand clamped down on his jaw like a vice, making him completely unable to make a sound.

"Well...!"

His shocked eyes, looking at Peter who slowly turned his head around, his gaze was full of disbelief, he was now a vampire, his strength and speed far exceeded that of a normal person since he was transformed.

Even if he had just been reborn from the blood somewhat weak, it should not be something that this guy could resist.

Peter cupped the short and stout man's chin and gazed at the sharp teeth and scarlet eyes inside the other's mouth.

"Vampire?"

Staring at the other party, Peter's brows furrowed.

As far as he knew, vampires existed in the Marvel world.

Even though he wasn't a big fan of Marvel, the name of Blade Runner was still known.

And Blade was known for hunting vampires.

Peter pulled his thoughts from his flashback and released the other man's pinched jaw, then slowly stood up.

The short, burly man let out a long breath as his mouth seemed to grow back into itself.

Subconsciously, he prepared to lunge at the other man again.

The urge to suck blood had now completely overridden his reasoning.

"Giggle!"

The sharp unreadable black thing, like a flash of light, cut through the darkness of the night and violently stabbed into his heart.

Weakness hit him again, and it was accompanied by uncontrollable pain.

Immediately afterward, he felt that he was being lifted up by the thing that pierced his heart.

Letting out a muffled grunt of pain, before he could utter his last words, his eyes went black and he quickly lost consciousness.

"Wow!"

The vampire turned into a rain of blood that splattered onto the floor, making the smell of blood in the bar even worse.

Peter retrieved his tail after finishing off his opponent.

Although he had gotten the other party down to the dregs, he didn't let his guard down.

He enveloped his consciousness into the entire room, noting all the wind and grass.

Vampires possessed the attribute of being able to revive, and he didn't know if the other party would revive again.

After waiting for a few minutes and confirming that the other party was dead beyond death, Peter briefly searched the bar and prepared to leave after finding nothing of value.

Just as he walked out of the bar, he saw several police cars coming this way.

The whistling police cars passed by Peter.

Captain Custer, who was driving in the police car, turned his head to look outside.

His eyes happened to catch a glimpse of Peter's back.

With a slightly stunned expression, he unconsciously slowed down his speed to get a better look, but the other party's silhouette just flashed by.

...

Standing on the rooftop of the tall building, Peter looked at the police who rushed to him.

With a slight movement of his mind, the tail behind him shaped like an alien tail spike extended to his chest.

Gazing at the weapon in front of him, he fell into deep thought.

Although there was no trace of Helen for the time being, it was possible to test whether the alien embryo in his body would still absorb the vampire's genes and evolve again if he killed the vampire as he had killed Frank last time.