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By the time Blade and Joseph arrived at the Vampire Club, the battle had long been over.

Hundreds of vampires were wiped out, but not even a single body was left. There was only a large area of ​​ashes on the ground.

"What's going on here? It stinks!"

Joseph complained as he pinched his nose, the strong smell of blood in the air making his stomach churn.

Blade didn't notice it at all, and his half-human, half-vampire physique might even make him think the smell was a bit sweet.

"Someone came here before us and killed all the vampires in the club."

Blade squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of ashes and said solemnly.

"There are at least hundreds of vampires who died here. The opponent is very skilled."

"So we came here in vain?"

Joseph crossed his arms and scanned the layout of the club, his eyes dark and unclear.

He was sure that not long ago he could still feel that there was something closely related to him here, but now he could barely feel it.

"I thought I could figure out what was going on with the purple vine this time, but I found nothing... What does that strange feeling mean? It can't be that Kaz is back..."

Joseph had a lot of thoughts in his heart. From the first day he traveled to this world, there would always be intermittently feelings coming from the depths of his blood.

A few days ago, the throbbing of his blood reached its peak, and then he discovered that purple vines would grow on his hands from time to time, and only he could see them.

At this time, Joseph did not know that this was his substitute [Purple Hermit], nor did he know what the Purple Hermit was capable of.

He only knew that the purple vines would act according to his wishes and could also be used to conduct ripples.

"Leave, there are no extra clues here."

Blade came over and said to Joseph.

"So where are you going now?"

"New York."

Blade said without thinking.

"But before I go, I need to find Whistler."

New York...

Hearing about this city, Joseph fell into memories for a moment.

He had been living in New York not long ago, but in 1940.

"Blade, why on earth are you so obsessed with killing vampires?"

Joseph suddenly asked, "I used to know a person who would willingly throw away his life to destroy the pillar... vampire for the sake of the legacy of an ancestor he had never seen before."

In the end, Joseph thought for a while and decided that it would be better not to tell anything about his world.

"..."

Hearing this, Dao Feng was silent for a while, then suddenly turned around and walked outside, saying without looking back.

"It won't do you any good to know this."

"what?"

Joseph raised his eyebrows, this cold attitude was really irritating.

Is there any harm to me if I know it?

It was inexplicable.

"Tch, forget it if you don't want to say it, I don't want to know!"

Joseph curled his lips and said, chasing after the blade.

He has nowhere else to go in this world for the time being, he can only be with Blade first.

The motorcycle they rode on sped away and disappeared into the night.

At the same time, an emergency meeting was underway in the New York Police Department, with more than a dozen senior police officers gathered together.

The famous Director George Stacey frowned as he listened to the report of his subordinates.

"Three hours ago, witnesses discovered two bodies in Hell's Kitchen, each with less than a quarter of their tissue remaining."

"There are obvious bite marks on the remaining tissue. By detecting the tooth marks..."

At this point, the face of the policeman in charge of the report suddenly turned gloomy. He gritted his teeth, as if he couldn't believe that there was such a murderer.

"The final result was that they were human teeth! More than three-quarters of the bodies of the two victims were eaten by the murderer, and they were chewed alive!"

"...Where are the clues to the murderer?"

George Stacey asked in a deep voice.

After hearing this, the subordinate who was reporting fell silent. Not only him, but also all the senior police officers present fell silent.

There are no clues.

Although there were a lot of tooth marks on the body, a lot of the murderer's saliva could also be collected.

But this information is of no use at all. Not to mention that it is completely impossible to determine the identity of the murderer, and even the suspect can't be found.

boom!

Director George slapped the table hard, his entire face as dark as coal.

"This is already the seventh case of cannibalism this month!"

George roared angrily: "One month! Seven cases! There are more than twenty known victims!"

"The frequency of the murderer's crimes is so heinous, yet you're telling me that I haven't even found any clues yet?"

"What on earth do you do for food? Taxpayers' money to support you might as well be given to homeless people!"

Faced with the director's questioning, all the subordinates were speechless.

"In order to avoid causing panic, I can still suppress the media from reporting these cases, but if new victims appear, it will be impossible to continue to hide them."

"If the public knew that there was a crazy ogre who was committing murders everywhere, but our police still couldn't catch the murderer, how much trouble would there be?"

"By then, the reputation of the New York police will hit rock bottom! People will no longer trust us! The entire security of New York will be destroyed!"

George's eyes were fierce and he gave death orders to everyone.

"Our time is very tight and we must catch the cannibal murderer as soon as possible!"

"From now on, all police officers in the 77 precincts in New York City will be mobilized, and all those who are on vacation will cancel their vacation!"

"Except those in important positions, everyone must be involved in the cannibalism case and find the murderer at all costs!"

"This will be a war to defend the reputation of all New York police officers!"

With Chief George's order, the entire New York police force started to move.

Soon, New York residents discovered that there were many times more police officers patrolling the streets than usual.

Especially in Hell's Kitchen, the police cars coming and going almost never stopped, making Kingpin and other gang bosses almost think that the police were going to set the table on them.

What outsiders don't know is that among the residents around Hell's Kitchen, an urban legend about a man-eating monster has gradually spread...

Tri-wing Building, headquarters of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency.

This is a department hidden from the public eye that specializes in investigating supernatural events, commonly known as S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Colson, do you think these wild urban ghost stories are related to the case George Stacy is investigating?"

Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury put down the report in his hand and asked with a frown.

"The vampires seem to be a bit active lately. At this time, we don't have time to investigate every new urban legend that pops up."

In front of Fury is his henchman, SHIELD level [-] agent Phil Coulson, a middle-aged Mediterranean.

"Sir, there have been seven cases of cannibalism in just one month. This is very unusual..."

Coulson began to tell Fury his thoughts.