On the rooftops of the dark streets, a few parkour enthusiasts were chasing each other, but it was clear they weren't the real deal.
Blade's name was infamous among Vampires. Ordinary Vampires wouldn't dare to show themselves in front of Blade.
These pathetic Vampires actually dared to provoke Blade, as if they were tired of living, but in reality, they were just luring him in.
Blade wasn't stupid and could see the abnormality of these guys, but being skilled and fearless, Blade was willing to walk into the tiger's den.
Because running away in fear wasn't cool.
After the few Vampires entered an abandoned factory, they vanished without a trace. Then, a chilling killing intent emerged from the darkness, surrounding Blade.
Blade wasn't worried at all. He drew his twin blades and pointed them at the deep darkness: "Come out. Let me see who invited me."
The sound of hard leather shoes tapping echoed. A handsome Vampire in luxurious attire walked out.
The Vampire's chest bore the crest of the Torreador Family, indicating a pedigree of noble birth.
"Daywalker, I've wanted to meet you for a long time. I envy you, a Vampire who can bask in the sunlight, unlike us who only have half the sky," the young Vampire said politely, bowing slightly.
Blade couldn't stand this pretentious aristocratic air, especially coming from a Vampire.
"My time is valuable. I haven't got time for your games. All of you, come at me," Blade said, then immediately charged towards the Vampire.
"Crude! Savage!" The young Vampire lost his patience seeing Blade's attitude and immediately ordered the attack.
Numerous Vampires emerged from the darkness, armed with guns and swords, clearly intending to eliminate Blade.
"Yeah! My show begins!"
Blade moved through the hail of bullets like lightning, spinning, leaping, and wielding his silver blade while wearing his sunglasses.
Chink! Chink!
Bright blades flashed, each stroke turning the Vampires before him into ashes.
Blade seemed to have awakened some talent since his transformation into a Kiva, his strength growing ever more formidable. The Vampires, who once posed a challenge, were now no different from Ghouls.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Blade truly lived up to his name, moving through the Vampire horde like a sharp blade, with no pressure at all.
"What's going on? Why has Blade become so strong? Didn't those intelligence officers drink blood, but piss!" the young Vampire master cursed, completely losing his previous composure.
As a member of a prominent family, he was here to gain experience. His family had arranged sufficient forces to eliminate Blade, allowing him to pluck this sweet fruit.
But now, not only could he not kill Blade, his own life wasn't even guaranteed.
A blade flashed, and the young master rolled on the ground in a sorry state, dodging a fatal blow. As he was about to get up and counterattack, Blade had already moved on to another target.
Humiliation!
Blade didn't come specifically to kill him; in Blade's eyes, he was no different from any other ordinary Vampire.
This feeling of being ignored made the arrogant noble Vampire gnash his teeth and bare his fangs, wanting to rush forward and fight desperately. But the bodyguards who came with him didn't dare let him die here, pulling him away from this killing field.
Blade watched them escape, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. Now, who exactly was the pushover?
In the Monaco Racing Hotel, Pepper was still a little worried about the previous Congressional hearing:
"Tony, if you don't hand over the Iron Man suit, won't those people secretly try to harm you?"
"Don't worry, Pepper. I am Iron Man, Tony Stark. I can handle however many of those guys come at me." Tony exaggeratedly waved his fist.
Pepper shook her head and sighed:
"I believe in your Iron Man suit, but when you take off the suit, you're still flesh and blood. That's what I'm worried about!"
After Pepper finished speaking, she also mentioned Natalie, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Tony looked a bit uncomfortable.
"Really, don't worry, Pepper. No one's dumb enough to directly mess with Tony Stark. They only dare to trip me up at the shareholder meetings."
"Wow, isn't that Tony Stark?" Justin Hammer suddenly popped out of the crowd.
Tony rolled his eyes.
"Oh, no. I really didn't want to hear that voice."
"Ah! Ha, ha! Tony, you're not the only rich guy with a fancy car!" Justin Hammer greeted him in a fake and exaggerated manner.
Justin Hammer didn't care whether Tony wanted to or not. He put his arm around Tony's shoulders as if they were best friends, chattering away.
Pepper didn't want to stay near these two annoying guys anymore.
"I'm going to the restroom."
Tony, after paying the price of a large exhibition booth at the Stark Industries exhibition, also successfully slipped away.
"I'm going to the restroom too."
Pepper's trip to the restroom was just an excuse, but Tony really did go to the restroom. Hiding in a stall, Tony rechecked the palladium levels in his blood.
Fifty-three percent!
The progress bar was more than halfway, he was close to death!
Tony loosened his tie, gasping for air. He splashed cold water on his face to calm down.
Looking at his disheveled reflection in the mirror, a crazy thought popped into Tony's head. He wanted to experience a thrill he'd never tried before, before he died.
Everyone in the hotel was stunned by the images on the television. Tony Stark had bought a racing team and was going to race himself!
The enraged racers couldn't compete with Tony's money, and they smashed their helmets in impotent rage.
Tony wasn't the type to care about other people's feelings in the first place, and what's more, he was already in a state of reckless abandon.
Tony slammed on the accelerator, feeling the thrill of speed. This excitement suppressed his unease and panic. Tony just wanted to keep driving forever, to maintain this feeling.
Life is full of disappointments!
Ivan Vanko walked onto the racetrack alone. His reckless, suicidal behavior immediately drew the attention of everyone present, and all the cameras turned to the man.
Some women covered their eyes in fear of seeing this reckless guy get smashed to bits by a high-speed race car, but things didn't go as the average person would expect.
Ivan Vanko, wielding his dual whips, had the imposing aura of a man capable of holding off ten thousand. All the speeding race cars were sliced in half by the whip.
Boom! Boom!
Violent explosions turned the entire track into a mess. Tony fled in a sorry state for a long time before Pepper and Happy's support finally arrived.
Tony stepped on the mechanical briefcase Pepper had dropped, and then the briefcase transformed into the Mark V Iron Man suit.
Every time Tony raised his hand to charge up, Ivan Vanko's whip would interrupt him. The electric whip struck the lightweight Mark V, causing sparks to fly, and its exterior was also badly damaged.
Tony, gradually falling behind, became increasingly dangerous. In a moment of crisis, Tony's inner power erupted, pulling on the whip and closing the distance with Ivan Vanko.
Ivan Vanko tried to rip the whips wrapped around the Mark V, but it was useless no matter how hard he struggled.
Tony got close and punched Ivan Vanko again and again, annoyed and specifically targeting the areas without armor.
Having lost the ability to resist, Ivan Vanko was half-lying on Tony. Tony took the opportunity and used a shoulder throw to take him down.
Panting, Tony pulled the Arc Reactor from above Ivan's chest and then crushed it. But the whole world had seen this Arc Reactor that did not belong to Stark Industries.
Justin Hammer's eyes exploded with a light called greed. After leaving the hotel, Justin Hammer immediately dialed his subordinate's phone.
In the prison, Tony looked at the Russian guy in front of him, who was stripped down to his underwear, and said:
"Your imitation is not bad, but the speed is a little low, after all, it's just a fake. Now tell me, where did you steal my design drawings from?"
Ivan Vanko sneered:
"Stealing? That's not the right word. Your Stark family are the biggest thieves. Your father stole the Arc Reactor technology from my father, Anton Vanko, and claimed it as his own.
Your Stark family is like the victors in history, trying to erase their dirty past and rewrite a glorious history for themselves. But you won't succeed."
Tony, not one to easily believe others, retorted sarcastically, "Anton Vanko? I've never heard of him, and you've already failed."
Ivan Vanko laughed even more unrestrainedly, "Really? If God bleeds, then he's no longer God. When there's blood in the water, it attracts sharks. I just need to watch from here, and the world will devour you."
"So? You just stay in your cell. I'll send you a bar of soap," Tony quipped as usual.
"Hey, Tony, before you go, I want to tell you, the way you die from palladium poisoning is very painful!" Ivan Vanko gave a short laugh.
"Tony Stark claims that no one will be able to replicate the Iron Man suit in the next five to ten years, but what is this…"
The annoying voice of the Hydra senator droned from the television, irritating Tony.
Tony wanted Pepper to drop everything and go out with him to clear his head, but he didn't want to tell Pepper he was dying. He knew that just suggesting a casual outing wouldn't convince her.
Pepper sighed:
"You're hiding things from me, and now you want me to go out with you? I'm the CEO of Stark Industries, I have a lot of matters to handle.
When you're willing to tell me, we'll talk. Just focus on your birthday party!"
"Party?"
Tony, who had been busy experimenting to save his life, had forgotten his birthday.
"Birthday party? Right! I'm going to throw a super lively party. Pepper, you, Rhodes, Happy, Natalie, I'll invite everyone. And who else? Right, that guy!"
Tony thought of that arrogant clockwork guy. Maybe he could bring some surprises.
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