Chapter 137: R: The Great Bat Incident (Part 14)

Venom didn't answer, and Peter didn't care. He was already used to Venom disappearing from time to time. He looked down at his hands. He had to admit, this black suit was also very beautiful. Compared to the previous dazzling colors, it had a more deep and serious aesthetic.

More importantly, this color allowed him to blend into the shadows, making him not so easily discovered, at least in terms of visual effects.

If that group of vampires was really chasing him because of his image, this shouldn't happen anymore, Peter thought.

However, the situation of him being chased by a group of crazy vampires didn't improve. Spider-Man had almost run out of Brooklyn, but there were still many high-level vampires capable of teleportation chasing him behind his butt.

Peter wasn't just running away; he was just making a strategic transfer. He swung between the floors of a tall building and then hung behind the building. If that group of vampires wanted to catch him, they had to gather in the shadow of this building. The shadows of the surrounding buildings didn't overlap with this one, and there was only this small piece of space where they could stand.

Most vampires, guided by instinct, teleported directly into the shadow under this wall. Spider-Man hung above, seeing most of the vampires chasing him standing in this small piece of shadow, and threw a Blizzard generator down, freezing them all into ice blocks.

Then he slid down along the spider silk, went among the group of frozen vampires, looked left and right, but didn't find anything special.

He found a crowbar from the side and knocked open the ice block on the head of a high-level vampire who looked like he had sanity.

"Why on earth are you chasing me?" Peter asked him.

That vampire glared at Peter fiercely and said, "You are the sacrifice designated by Lord Bat God! You damn human! I will catch you, drain your blood, and hand it over to the great Lord Bat God!! He will lead us to rule this world!!!"

Peter was almost stunned. He said, "The sacrifice designated by the Bat God? I don't even know your god, why are you looking for me?"

But that vampire kept repeating something about the great Bat God. Peter asked for a long time but didn't get any useful information.

Peter felt that this matter itself could be considered a clue, so he called Shiller and told him everything that had just happened.

In the lab at Stark Tower, Shiller held the phone and was communicating with Nick. He said, "I already have some conjectures about this. That Bat God's guard should indeed be a real person."

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Nick was very puzzled. He asked, "Could it be that there really is some Bat God? We've monitored vampires for so many years, and we've never seen that so-called Bat God descend. Why is he coming again at this time?"

"And as far as I know, in that battle in the Eastern Continent, they were beaten even more miserably. Almost half of the vampires were completely killed. Where did the Bat God who protected them go at that time?"

"You and I both know that it's unlikely there's any true god descending on this world."

Nick heard Shiller's implication and said, "But you also said the Bat God's guard is indeed a real person."

"Right, but he might not be any Bat God's guard. Simply put, that group of bats has been deceived by someone."

Shiller said, "You should have seen this kind of routine. Some extraordinary creatures with powerful strength, in the name of a god, want to collect believers or achieve some goal."

"That's true. We've handled quite a few so-called evil god descents before, most of which were monsters playing god. So, this time is no exception? Then what is the background of the other party?"

"I have some conjectures about this, but I still can't be sure. But no matter who comes, there is only one solution..."

"What is that?"

"Haven't you found out where that network cable is connected to yet?"

Nick was silent for a moment, then said, "Are you sure doing this will be useful? I've investigated, there are indeed people stationed there, but they should also just be some ordinary members..."

"That's enough. As far as I know, their boss doesn't tolerate sand in his eyes."

Outside the door of No. 177, Manhattan District, a young man in a hoodie walked out and shouted, "Mrs. Edith! Why is my network signal cut off?"

A head poked out from the building opposite. A skinny woman with a big afro said, "How would I know! Didn't you pay the internet bill?"

"Impossible, I finished paying a week ago!"

Soon, another somewhat chubby person poked his head out from the door of No. 177 and said, "Not only is the internet cut off, why is there a power outage? What's going on?"

The young man had to knock on doors one by one, but the answer he got was that the neighbors' internet and electricity were fine, and it seemed only No. 177 had a problem.

This was an old post office on a street in Manhattan. Because of the development of the times, the post office function was basically useless, and now it was a place to store packages for residents of the entire street.

After being made a scene by them, a head poked out from the window next door. It was a man with a big beard. He said, "Hey, stop arguing! You go to the municipal office on the opposite street and ask. I guess it might be that the lines are aging."

"The history of this broken post office is really too long, and I don't know if the pipelines have been updated. It's normal for it to break. You hurry up and ask, maybe you can get it repaired before dark."

The young man just wanted to thank him, when he heard another exclamation from inside the house: "Oh! Damn it!! This water pipe, why did the water pipe explode too?!"

The young man walked back to the house helplessly. Inside the somewhat dark post office, he said to the chubby guy, "What's going on? I heard they are fighting at the Brooklyn Bridge. Could it be that they are intentionally targeting us?"

The chubby guy looked at him and said in a low voice, "It's hard to say. That group of damn vampire monsters didn't stop in HONGKONG, and our sanctuary was harassed by them every three days. I thought it would be better to be transferred to New York, but I didn't expect it to be the same..."

"Don't worry about so much, let's fix the water and electricity here first, otherwise how will we cook tonight?"

The two stared at each other. The chubby guy spoke first: "Don't look at me, magic isn't used for this. Even if there is a restoration spell, how do I know which pipe is broken?"

"Fine, it seems we still have to find professional personnel. I'll go to the municipal office across the street, you deal with the water first, don't flood the packages."

After a while, the young man came back. He said with some frustration, "That office is closed. Their office efficiency has always been this bad, don't count on them, let's fix it ourselves."

As a result, he saw the chubby guy carrying a toilet plunger and walking out, saying with some breakdown, "Bad news, our toilet exploded..."

"Toilet? How could the toilet explode?"

"That group of bats definitely did something to our sewer! But fortunately, nothing dirty came up, it's just a water pipe explosion..."

Just after saying this sentence, another violent explosion came from inside the post office, and then a terrible stench permeated out.

"Holy shit!!! What happened?! Oh my god!!"

Immediately after, an extremely angry scream echoed over Manhattan: "You damn vampires!!! You actually fucking bombed the shit!!!"

Coulson, in a helicopter in the sky in the distance, looked at the tragic situation below, seeing most of the residents of that block driven out of their homes by the terrible stench. He said to Nick on the phone, "Director, isn't it a bit too mean for us to do this? No matter what, we can't bomb the shit..."

"What are you talking about? The mean ones are the vampires. They actually played with shit. Is this group of people still worthy of calling themselves the noble blood clan?"

"They actually attacked their poor toilet to retaliate against this group of people. It's simply inhumane. We express strong protest against this behavior!"

Not long after, Coulson heard Hill's voice on Nick's phone. She said, "... The other party took the initiative to contact one of our agents in Manhattan. They claim to be mages stationed at the New York Sanctum in Kamar-Taj, and now they need S. H. I. E. L. D. to provide support..."

Nick flipped through the data in front of him and said, "S. H. I. E. L. D. has no diplomatic relations with the other party. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, we must send a communication request to their headquarters to indicate that our support for them is within a reasonable range and has been agreed to by the other party..."

Hill asked a few questions to the other side and said, "The other party said the management of the New York Sanctum is independent of the Kamar-Taj headquarters, but they will report this matter to the headquarters, including all progress in the war against vampires..."

"They seem very anxious. If we don't go to deal with it, those excrement will overflow from their house..."

"Remember, Hill, give your conscientious colleagues a few days off, let them go to Hawaii for a vacation. Although they haven't signed any confidentiality agreements, it's best not to mention words related to excrement to anyone. Bombing someone else's toilet? S. H. I. E. L. D. can't afford to lose that face."

Then, Nick hung up the phone and called Shiller. He said, "Don't ever come to us again if you have such a disgusting tactic."

"But the effect is quite outstanding, isn't it? In a few days, all the mysterious forces will know that in order to retaliate against Kamar-Taj, the vampires sent people to bomb the toilet of their New York Sanctum. This is a group of vampires who like to play with excrement..."

"Are you sure this will attract the attention of their boss?"

"Actually, even if we didn't bomb the toilet, it would. I don't believe those stationed mages didn't report the movements of the vampires to the master of Kamar-Taj."

"Then why did you let us bomb the toilet?"

"Don't talk nonsense, that wasn't bombed by you, that was bombed by that group of night nobles who claim to be noble."

"Alright." Shiller switched the phone to the other side and continued, "Let's talk about business."

"S. H. I. E. L. D. must know something about Kamar-Taj, just didn't grasp the specific location of the New York Sanctum. Now that you two have contacted each other, at least on the issue of vampires, you must have a common goal."

"That war that happened on the Eastern Continent, besides Kunlun, Kamar-Taj must have participated in it."

"I don't quite understand. As far as I know, that mysterious organization located in the Himalayas should only deal with crises from outside the Earth..."

"You point at the fossil samples of Earth creatures, and then look at the teleportation and claw magic of those crazy bats. With your conscience, can you say they are creatures born and bred on Earth? This kind of nonsense?"

"Fine, then are you sure that Bat God guard is also an extraordinary creature from the outside world?"

"Of course. I have a guess about their background, and it should be about right."

"Is that so? Who do you think they are?"

"They are also bats, or rather, they are also vampires. You can also call them—the Morlun family." ===== CHAPTER 138 =====