After taking care of Martin, it was time for the usual procedure.
What usual procedure?
Of course, it was contacting S.H.I.E.L.D. for cleanup.
Mike called Coulson.
The call connected.
He heard intense gunfire.
Mike: "Sorry, sorry, you're busy with work, I interrupted, bye bye!" He knew Coulson wasn't in New York, but he instinctively called this good comrade.
Coulson stared blankly at his phone for a second.
"Ah!"
He was so angry he threw his phone.
Then Mike called Fury. This big boss was slightly tilting his head back, squinting his eyes, and opening his mouth, as if he held the most precious treasure in the World—this was the last hard candy.
Ring ring ring!
His phone suddenly rang.
The old spy, known for being as steady as an old dog, his hand trembled, and the peach-flavored pink hard candy rolled a meter on the ground.
Fury lunged forward, swift as a hound, picked it up, blew off the dust, and then answered the phone with a gloomy expression.
"Mm mm mm."
"Got it."
Fury nodded occasionally, or asked about his doubts, then hung up the phone and sat in silence for a second.
"Ah."
He threw his phone.
Fortunately, Fury and Coulson's phones were specially made; they could be used as bricks or hammers when necessary.
Fury picked up his phone and methodically arranged for his subordinates to clean up after Mike, finally picking up that hard candy, his gaze full of emotion: Although your purity has been tainted by the World's filth, in my eyes, you are still as pure as ice and clean as jade, emmmua~
"What a good person," Mike said as he hung up the phone.
If there was no S.H.I.E.L.D., he would probably only be able to choose to directly shut down the system, allowing these people to die with less pain.
Now... save one if you can.
From this perspective, S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot be said to be completely useless.
Mike estimated that Fury would secretly curse him out, because most of these people were homeless, or other social groups that no one cared about. The cost of treating these people would ultimately fall on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s shoulders. Mike was not the kind of person who only takes without giving back. He gave Fury a list of the Ghoul Clan in the Police force. He believed that with his cunning, he would definitely be able to extract their bone marrow.
Mike checked the time; it was just past midnight. For night owls, life had just begun.
"Why don't we get this done while it's still early, to avoid complications later?"
"I have no objections," Blade said indifferently. Although he had the nickname "Daywalker," he was actually a nocturnal animal.
Morbius spread his hands. He was a Vampire with bat-like habits.
Mike finally looked at Night Werewolf. He had already returned to his normal human form, but his clothes had been torn during the transformation and then casually ripped off. His pants were still on, but they were ragged.
Mike joked, "Every time you transform, you ruin a set of clothes. Do you have a mine at home or something?"
Night Werewolf thought for a moment: "I'm not sure, I only remember a few in Cortez, Nevada."
"..." Mike paused.
He just said it casually, and he really had a mine.
What is the most famous mine in Cortez?
A gold mine!!!
He almost forgot, Night Werewolf also came from an ancient family. Don't look at him always unkempt, like a homeless person; he was actually an invisible tycoon.
Night Werewolf found a Police officer of similar build and stripped off his clothes to wear them.
Very stylish.
Some people, when they put on a uniform, their demeanor clearly improves by two levels compared to when they wear casual clothes.
It's just a pity for the Police officer who was left in only his floral boxers on the ground. How would he face his colleagues tomorrow? Who would believe his chastity was still intact?
He would be unable to defend himself.
Danica Talos, one of the newly appointed Elders of the Vampire Council. If Deacon Frost gained the support of the lower and middle-class Vampires in New York, then Talos was the spokesperson for the high-level Vampires.
Poor Gao Tiannu, the dove faction among Vampires, advocated for a low profile and trying to integrate into human society as much as possible.
But whether it was the dove faction or the hawk faction, to have a voice, they first needed power. The principle of "political power grows out of the barrel of a gun" was used by all races throughout the Universe.
Gao Tiannu maintained his noble bloodline, but he lacked power. Although he was the Council Speaker, he was manipulated in various ways, existing like a mascot.
Gao Tiannu disagreed with hiring Bullseye to assassinate Mike, but it was useless. After the assassination failed and the news of Mike defeating Magneto spread, the Vampires were scared. Some hid in the intricate sewer system, and some directly left New York.
Talos felt extremely humiliated by the embarrassed escape from New York. Mere humans! She thought of awakening the Vampire King. Gao Tiannu objected again, but was it useful?
No, it wasn't.
Talos successfully awakened the Vampire King from an ancient desert pyramid as she wished, then returned to New York without stopping, replanting the Vampire flag. She wanted all forces to clearly understand the Vampires' strength and status.
This was an ambitious and capable female Vampire.
However, just tonight, the Vampire factory was raided, and the Police team led by Martin lost contact.
"Damn humans, useless!" Talos was exceptionally furious. She should have sent out the Vampire guard earlier instead of trusting humans.
Talos sent a team of Vampires to the factory; they were still en route. She had to figure out who raided the Vampire factory and what their purpose was.
Talos had a bad premonition and wondered whether to strategically retreat first.
Talos couldn't help but call Arthur, the subordinate leading the team.
Ring ring ring...
The phone rang for over thirty seconds before it connected.
Talos angrily said, "Arthur! Why did it take so long to answer? What's the situation?"
"Uh... if you're talking about Arthur, the guy in the suit and tie, I'm sorry, he turned into a pile of ashes, so it's not very convenient for him to answer the phone. If you have something to say, you can tell me." Mike's voice came from the phone.
"Who are you?"
"Heh heh, I'm Mike, the one you sent people to assassinate." Mike chuckled, his eyes cold, "I'm coming to find you, very, very soon. You can run away from New York like pathetic stray dogs as before, or you can wash your necks and wait for me."
After speaking, Mike casually threw the phone into the Fire.
At this moment, Mike stood by the road.
A few minutes ago, the car was still on the road when two SUVs drove towards them. Mike smelled the Vampires' stench from afar.
He immediately jumped out of the car, drew his knife, and, to the astonishment of the other three, split the first car in half.
The second car turned too sharply and flipped over.
Then came the process of clearing out the Vampires in the car.
When the phone rang, Mike thought for a moment before answering. He felt that if this team of Vampires disappeared without a trace, it might scare the Vampires out of New York again.
After all, Vampires, who prided themselves on being "noble," often slipped away very quickly.
So Mike simply used a taunt.
After all, there was a Vampire King on the other side. A King, surely wouldn't flee without a fight.
A beeping sound came from the phone, and Talos's expression changed erratically.
"When did my descendants become a bunch of cowardly useless beings!" A man walked out of the room. He was burly, with a hawk-like gaze and a wolf-like demeanor, fresh bloodstains still on the corners of his mouth.
As soon as he appeared, Talos felt an invisible pressure, but also a sense of security.
This time, the Vampire King was on their side!