Superpowers in the Marvel World

The nightlife in New York was no less vibrant than the daytime.

The pressure of city life left people increasingly tense during the day, and finding ways to blow off steam at night became a nightly ritual for urban dwellers.

As the "World's Capital" standing proudly on the west coast of the Atlantic, New York's high crime rate could not diminish its nighttime frenzy, which remained lively and bustling.

Night is still young!

This was what New Yorkers loved to say.

For these night owls, this ancient yet modern, serene yet passionate city seemed to grow "more beautiful with the night." Even after an entire night of revelry, they still felt insatiable.

Like now…

A sports car roared down the street.

Inside the car sat a young couple. The man wasn't worth mentioning, but the woman in the passenger seat was truly stunning. Her exquisite features and curvaceous figure exuded an irresistible allure, the kind that could incite criminal temptation.

"Little bro, what's that?" the beautiful woman asked, gesturing toward the young man's lap with a playful smirk.

The young man grinned smugly. "My heat-seeking missile!"

"Wow, it must be powerful!" She reached out to grab it, causing the man to yelp in surprise. As she withdrew her hand, he glanced at her while steering. "So, where are we heading?"

"Don't rush; there's a surprise waiting for you," she replied with a mysterious smile.

Under the dim, flickering light, her smile seemed almost eerie.

Unfortunately, the young man, focused on the road, didn't notice.

"I love surprises! Wow!" He exaggerated his excitement, his gaze roaming over her figure. Laughing, he pressed down on the gas pedal, making the car speed forward even faster.

Half an hour later, the sports car pulled up to a secluded slaughterhouse. The woman opened the car door and walked straight inside.

The young man, consumed by lustful thoughts, followed without hesitation, shutting the car door behind him and catching up to her.

The slaughterhouse was massive. Inside, rows of slaughtered carcasses hung from hooks, their eerie shadows cast under the bright overhead lights, sending chills down one's spine.

Workers in white coats turned to glance at the unexpected visitors but said nothing, letting the woman lead the man deeper into the building.

"Oh, my God, why here?"

The woman didn't answer, and the man, unconcerned, greeted the workers along the way. None responded.

"What's going on here?"

As he followed her through a corner, he narrowly avoided a large rack being wheeled by one of the workers. A casual glance made him freeze in terror.

"What the hell is that?"

The rack, meant to carry animal carcasses, instead bore bodies that were eerily human.

Seeing this, a chill ran down the young man's spine. He instinctively took a few steps back, intending to call out to the woman ahead of him. But when he turned, he found her speaking to a stylishly dressed man in an unknown language.

"…"

"…"

Seeing the woman he followed chatting with another man irritated him. Momentarily forgetting his fear, he walked up and asked, "What are you two talking about?"

Unexpectedly, the woman didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him deeply. Her tongue snaked into his mouth, erasing any lingering doubts or fear. All that remained was his fervent response, punctuated by muffled moans.

The man nearby smirked at the sight and pushed open a tall, soundproof door. Blood-pumping music and deafening cheers burst forth.

"There's a party going on in there?"

The young man's curiosity grew as the woman tugged at his wrist, leading him through the door.

The doorman chuckled, grabbed the handle, and shut the door behind them.

Bang!

The sound of the heavy door closing startled the young man, but the booming music, cheers, and the seductive beauty by his side distracted him from his unease.

They passed through another smaller door, entering a vast hall where the noise reached a fever pitch.

Thundering beats of heavy metal resonated through the air as countless men and women danced wildly to the rhythm, their bodies twisting in ecstasy.

"Wow!"

The young man exclaimed in awe, his attention drawn to a man lounging on a sofa. The man was entangled with two stunning women, their interactions growing increasingly risqué, causing the young man's breath to quicken.

The woman tossed her jacket to the young man and disappeared into the crowd. Mesmerized by the scantily clad women dancing in the throng, the young man whooped and plunged in after her.

Spotting a beauty nearby, he sidled up to her, only to be shoved away with surprising force.

Thud!

He landed two meters away, sprawled on the ground.

"Hey, miss…"

He stood up and called out, but the woman ignored him, continuing to sway her hips seductively to the rhythm.

"Oh, come on!"

He sighed and turned his attention to finding another target.

Outside the slaughterhouse, two figures stood several meters apart, scrutinizing each other.

The taller one, an African-American man, wore specialized gear under a black leather coat. The shorter one was Alex, the protagonist of our story.

Alex carried a vibranium katana in an ornate sheath on his back and wore sunglasses that seemed completely unnecessary in the dead of night.

Coincidentally, the other man was also wearing sunglasses.

The African-American man lifted his leather coat slightly, revealing silver weapons—a gun and several knives strapped to his thigh.

"Vampire?"

Hearing the question, Alex chuckled and shook his head. The man's weapons were clearly meant for fighting vampires, confirming his identity.

"You must be Blade, the Daywalker."

Seeing Alex unbothered and without the usual vampire fear, Blade relaxed slightly and lowered his hand.

"If possible, I'd prefer you call me Blade."

"As you wish. Hello, Blade." Alex nodded, adapting smoothly to the man's request.

Blade returned the gesture before asking, "And you are…?"

"Call me Alex. Like you, I'm also a vampire hunter now."

"A vampire hunter?"

Blade sized Alex up, puzzled. He had never heard of such a young vampire hunter.

"Not going in?" Alex gestured toward the slaughterhouse. "I'm here to clean house."

"So am I."

Blade grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

You'd make a great toothpaste model, Alex thought but merely smiled politely as he turned and entered the slaughterhouse.

Last night, Alex had learned of the vampire party through a captured vampire. Leaving Vanessa safely asleep at home, he came alone, determined to wipe out every vampire present.

Vampires carried a unique energy that significantly boosted Alex's abilities. One vampire was worth a quarter of Weapon 11's strength. By hunting more, Alex hoped to accelerate his evolution.

As for the captured vampire, Alex had already sent him to meet their revered Lilith in another realm.

Blade tilted his head before following Alex into the slaughterhouse.

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