Not only that, the men and women on the dance floor had all changed.
They tilted their heads back, fangs protruding, and their joyful expressions twisted into cruel, predatory stares—the eyes of hunters sizing up their prey.
Steve's heart jumped. He had accidentally stumbled into a Vampire nightclub.
"The hunt begins!"
As the announcement blared through the speakers, the vampires dropped all pretense and pounced on the nearest humans, sinking their teeth into necks, tearing blood vessels, and greedily drinking blood.
Hill reacted immediately, drawing her gun and firing three rapid shots before a vampire could land its attack.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each bullet struck its target's forehead, sending the vampires tumbling midair.
Though hit, they didn't die immediately. Vampires were resilient; without massive injuries or substantial blood loss, they recovered quickly.
Steve kicked a vampire flying, then hurled a chair.
Tony Stark—pre-Iron Man—stumbled back, shocked. He hadn't expected the seductive women he had just chatted with to be vampires.
One grabbed his hand, the other clamped on his shoulder, jaws gaping toward his neck.
"I'm done for! Lust is a knife at the head!" Tony thought desperately, regretting his decision to visit the club.
A flying chair knocked the vampires back, and Tony, scratched by sharp nails, scrambled toward Steve, driven by survival instinct.
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents drew their weapons, firing cautiously. Some were suppressed by the swarming vampires before they could react.
Screams filled the nightclub—the vampires had begun their feast.
"This way, Mr. Stark," Fury shouted, recognizing Tony: billionaire, weapons supplier, and New York playboy.
Tony dove under a table, trembling. "Buddy, help me out! Afterwards, I'll Venmo you fifty for Crazy Thursday!"
Fury glared at Tony's nonchalance. "I don't eat!"
Coulson fired as he retreated, calling nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. special forces for backup. Hold out long enough, and the tide could turn.
Steve fought with precision, fragments of his thoughts flashing: nightclub… clubbing… vampires…
Hiss! Would Blade, the King of Swagger, make an appearance next?
Black Widow fought beside him, her Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu throws sending vampires crashing.
But even these "ordinary" vampires were stronger than humans, recovering quickly from blows.
A vampire on stage pointed at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. "The prey over there is more delicious!"
"Charge!"
The vampires redirected their frenzy toward the agents, doubling the pressure. Fury and the others held fire carefully—one misstep could hit an ally.
Steve condensed the Tarot Qi Gong he had learned. A faint, warm current radiated from him.
Previously, one punch could send a vampire flying. Now, a single punch tore straight through them.
Hiss!
Black Widow and Hill's eyes lit up at the display of raw power.
Steve flexed his fists. The Qi Gong's effect was immediate—power surged through his super soldier frame.
He pointed at the trembling vampires. "Captain America Steve is here. Those not afraid of death, step forward!"
"Captain America?!"
"What the hell is that?!"
"Let's get him!"
Steve didn't waver. Reputation is earned with fists. With a push off his right foot, he charged. In Hill's eyes, only afterimages remained—his speed was blinding.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One punch burst a heart, another a head. Empowered by Qi Gong, combined with his super soldier physique, the vampires—slightly stronger than humans—were no match.
Black Widow, watching from behind, whispered to Hill, eyes sparkling: "You have good taste!"
Hill smiled proudly. "Of course, he's my husband!"
If the husband was capable, the wife could bask in his glory.
It wasn't long before Hill, a Level 9 Agent and Deputy Director, realized the sheer dominance of her husband.
Steve had subverted the hierarchy effortlessly. Anyone claiming to be first would be foolish.
Quinn, a vampire leader, roared in frustration. "Damn it! Captain America? I'll claim I'm the U.S. President! Grab him! He fights too well—I'll drain him dry!"
At his command, vampires prepared to return to the fray, abandoning retreat.
Steve struck a military boxing stance, facing many at once. A piece of cake.
"Captain America Steve, enlighten me!"
"Enlighten your head! Do you think I don't know mystical Eastern martial arts?! Praying Mantis Fist!"
A thin vampire recognized the move and mimicked the stance, casting shadows on the wall.
Steve's mouth twitched. A vampire knowing Praying Mantis Fist? Crazy.
Bang!
Before the vampire could react, Steve punched its head off, plunging into the crowd like a tiger among sheep.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Headshots and heart strikes followed. Each attacking vampire fell swiftly.
Some wielded shovels and machetes, capable of severe injury, yet none could withstand Steve's onslaught.
Quinn was dumbfounded. What kind of fiend was this?
Fury observed from behind. Captain America was unusual… but undeniably powerful.