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"The system opens the properties of my current panel." Carlos was doing something a student shouldn't do in class. Anyway, he never attended class again after acquiring the barbaric skills.

Host: Carlos Grant

Fist power: 40 tons

Kick force: 70 tons

Speed: 100/17 (m/s)

"So strong."

Carlos looked at his delicate hands and couldn't believe that he was just a weakling a month ago, but now after putting on armor, he could punch a thousand tons with one punch and hit a building or a plane with ease.

"Use a two-shot lottery system."

Carlos doesn't have much interest in the Kryptonian bitch beside him. Of course, he wants to find a young lady to make love to her.

"The first lottery is completed, congratulations to the host for winning the Knight Sword and Flute"

"The second lottery is over. Congratulations to the host for winning the Kamen Rider Drive series of props, the Speed ​​Chariot."

The Knight Sword Flute is a prop created by Ultraman Hikari to prevent crises that may shake the universe. However, he cannot use it himself. It has the power to seal Zeuda, who is also a very powerful enemy in the Ultraman series.

The Speed ​​Tank is a prop from Kamen Rider Drive that can provide rescue backup, but the disadvantage is that it hurts when being treated.

"It seems that the Specium Sword is going to be retired."

Carlos was thinking about how to maximize the items obtained from this lottery.

"get out of class has ended."

Finally getting rid of that bitch woman, the end of get out of class is now a day's dream for Carlos. Anyway, he can get an A in the exam, which is enough reason not to attend class.

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secret base at night

"Kamen Rider, you're here." Nightwing looked back at Carlos who had arrived at the stronghold.

"I'd like to add that it's Kamen Rider Next, thank you." What Carlos hates most is not calling him by his full name.

"Okay, okay, Kamen Rider next." Nightwing finished the matter perfunctorily.

"Brother, you're here." The person who cares most about Carlos is Little Spider, a former comrade in arms, and Little Spider once knew Carlos' terrifying combat power head-on.

"Stop chatting!" As a naughty boy, Damian interrupted the three of them in a very ignorant manner.

"Okay." x3

"I just picked something up when I came here."

When Carlos arrived just now, a strange person threw a document to him on the street. After confirming that there was no danger in it, he took it over.

"What?" Damian frowned and took the file.

"These damn vampires!" Damian squeezed the document in his hand before he finished reading.

"What?" Little Spider looked at the angry Damian and curiously raised his head.

"Damn vampires!" Little Spider doesn't have much favorable impression of this group of vampires now, and it's still negative.

"Come and take a look." Little Spider looked up at the strange Kamen Rider and Nightwing and noticed his gaffe.

The document recorded everything the vampire had to do, whether it was the power of the Blood God or the use of the Blood God to transform humans, or even the time and place, everything was written down in detail.

"When to act.".

Carlos' voice was slightly hoarse after reading the information. After all, he was underage before time travel and was a middle-aged boy who was prone to passion.

"Tomorrow is the time to take action on the plan." Dick, as an adult in the scene, is now relatively calm compared to the three minors.

"Then why are there more and more vampires at night in Nazionale City these days?" The number of vampires these days has made the little spider a little tired.

"I'm afraid they want us to divert all our energy to killing vampires, and when their plan is completed, there will be no more vampires to kill." Carlos thought about it carefully, maybe this was really the vampires' plan.

"So we have to stop killing vampire bastards?" Damian said angrily, slamming the table.

"No!" Carlos' eyes under his helmet seemed to be shooting out lasers, and he said attentively:

"Didn't the vampires force the tiger to leave the mountain? We will do what they want! Let's kill an old powerful purebred vampire! Let them mistakenly think that we have left Nazionale City!"

"Paralyze the enemy? But how do we get back and forth?" Nightwing can't fly at supersonic speeds.

"I have a subsonic tank!" Carlos said very proudly.

"How many people can fit in that car?" Little Spider had seen the chariot that fell from the sky.

"If we squeeze a little bit, we can still seat three." Carlos said, touching his chin.

"What about you?" Damian wondered what he relied on.

"Depend on this! If I can fly by myself, I will be slower than you, but I can still go back and forth quickly." Carlos patted his back armor to indicate that he could fly by himself.

"Then take action!" Carlos Spider and Damian said in unison.

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National City is nearly a thousand kilometers away

"I can't believe it only took us half an hour to come this far." Little Spider still hasn't seen the world.

"Hurry in and kill and then go back." After recovering his energy, Carlos stood up and patted the dust on his armor.

"Are you all ready?" Dick was not a careless person.

"If Lace Scout is scared, just say so!" Damian would not miss the opportunity to ridicule Dick.

As the four men carried out their killing spree, the wails of the vampires frequently sounded in the dark night.

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National City Building

"Boss, those kids have fallen into your trap. I'm afraid they won't be able to come back tomorrow night." John said for his current boss Deacon Faith.

"Young people are still young people!" Deacon suddenly crushed the wine glass in his hand.

"Kamen Rider can only run away, but Spider-Man is just an octopus without the high-rise buildings. There are only two ordinary people left with nothing to fear!" Deacon Faith seemed to have seen a bright future for him.

"That old man also made contributions to vampires!" John thought of what the dead old man had done to mixed-blood vampires.

"Hackett died well and the vampires will never forget him." Deacon Faith stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands like a boss behind the scenes.

"Revolution requires blood!" Deacon wrote an epitaph for the old pure-blood vampire who was brutally killed by the Kamen Rider.

"For vampires!" Listening to Deacon Faith's rant, John shouted the slogan like a fanatic should do.

"For vampires!" Deacon Faith looked at his loyal men with great satisfaction.

"Then what else does the boss need me to do?" John really wanted to get something more out of Deacon Faith's mouth.

"No need." Deacon Faith rubbed his temples and sat back down.

"Then I will retire from last year." John temporarily resigned from Deacon Faith using the standard etiquette among vampires.