Chapter 64: Captain, Don’t Shoot, It’s Me
Chapter 64: Captain, Don’t Shoot, It’s Me
The timeline rewound slightly.
As Fang Cheng stealthily infiltrated the Morishita family villa, Muba Daichi drove toward the location while tracking the scent.
His eyes glowed faintly red, veins pulsing visibly beneath his skin—clear signs of a vampire’s rising excitement.
Muba Daichi knew his emotions were off.
Earlier, he’d encountered another vampire who shared crucial news instead of fighting: the Disaster Countermeasures Department was planning a ghost-hunting operation.
After becoming a vampire, Muba Daichi’s mindset had swelled with arrogant confidence, as if he ruled the world.
Yet even he recognized the Countermeasures Department as an unstoppable force, forcing him into hiding.
Tonight, his hunger finally overpowered his caution. He ventured out to hunt—and found Fang Cheng.
Days of suppressed cravings erupted at the sight of Fang Cheng, overwhelming his rationality.
The other vampire’s warning faded from memory. All Muba Daichi cared about was devouring this tantalizing prey.
Blind with hunger, he stomped the accelerator when facing the Morishita villa’s sealed door, smashing his car into it at full speed.
CRASH—!
The door dented inward with a deafening clang, trapping the car’s front end in twisted metal.
Muba Daichi’s face buried itself in the deployed airbag. He shredded the safety device with clawed hands, kicked the door open, and leapt into the villa grounds.
The noise alerted every security guard searching for “intruders.” They swarmed the courtyard as Muba Daichi vaulted over the gate.
A dozen handguns aimed at him.
“Freeze!”
“Identify yourself!”
Muba Daichi ignored them, inhaling deeply—then choked on acrid garlic fumes mingling with Fang Cheng’s scent. The stench made his eyes water and throat burn.
While he coughed, the nearest security guard fired at his thigh without warning. Their silent gazes had already communicated the plan: neutralize the violent intruder first.
BANG!
The bullet tore through Muba Daichi’s thigh. Blood sprayed as he staggered, barely staying upright.
He stared at his wound, then at the guards. His face contorted with fury. “IT HURTS, YOU ANIMALS!” he roared.
He lunged at the shooter.
Gunfire exploded—a storm of bullets riddled the space he’d occupied. But Muba Daichi moved faster than their eyes could track, leaving the hail of lead to punch empty air.
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In an instant, Muba Daichi rushed to the nearest security guard, gripping his neck with clawed fingers that pierced flesh and crushed the throat. With his free hand, he hurled gushing blood at another guard nearby.
The blood clot flew fist-sized but ballooned to watermelon proportions upon hitting the guard’s face, smothering his entire head. The man clawed desperately at the sticky mass sealing his airways. Unless he could gulp down all that blood immediately, suffocation would claim him within moments.
The remaining guards recoiled in terror – only monsters wielded such unnatural power. Though trained to hold ground, some kept shooting while others fell back, hands shaking as they loaded specialty rounds. Wealthy clients required protection not just from humans, but from darker threats. The elite paid dearly for anti-monster bullets through exclusive channels.
Muba Daichi used a corpse as a bullet shield while charging his next target. Handguns posed minimal danger to vampires, but wounds still hurt. As a fledgling bloodsucker, healing critical injuries drained his reserves, leaving him weak. Better to dodge, though occasional hits mattered little.
Despite their coordination, the guards fell like wheat before a scythe. Their prized specialty bullets proved useless – vampires weren’t among the common monsters those rounds countered. When only three remained, they broke ranks and fled.
Across the villa, a portly middle-aged man in pajamas hurried through a side exit flanked by guards. Morishita Kengo maintained outward calm despite being roused from bed, his composure forged through decades of crises. The actress clinging to his arm betrayed more visible panic.
“Yamato’s status?” Kengo demanded. A subordinate answered quickly: “Teams reached Young Master immediately. He’s secure.” Kengo nodded, briefly wondering about his wife Sayuri’s fate before dismissing it – current resources couldn’t spare protection for both.
The sudden silence of gunfire made the group pause. A guard urged, “President, let us investigate first.” Kengo agreed without hesitation. These men were his finest, personally vetted and trained to die for him if needed. Survival required trusting their competence now.
Even if the battle was lost, he would sacrifice himself to lure the enemies away and ensure Morishita Kengo’s safety.
Just as Morishita Kengo swelled with pride over having such loyal subordinates, a figure appeared in the distance.
The subordinate beside him immediately drew a handgun and aimed.
“Don’t shoot, Captain! It’s me!”
The figure shouted while running toward them.
Morishita Kengo recognized Kuki Kei – a brave member who’d once received a rare samurai medal from him.
Now this “brave warrior” approached in panic, drenched in sweat like someone fleeing monsters.
Before Morishita could speak, Kuki Kei raced past without stopping, disappearing into the distance.
Morishita Kengo: ??? (⊙_⊙) ???
A ghostly young man materialized before the group.
“Damn you, Kuki Kei! You led enemies to us!”
Morishita’s subordinate roared, emptying his handgun at Muba Daichi.
Bullets rang out as Muba Daichi lunged forward. His claw pierced the shooter’s chest, crushing the heart.
“Aah!”
The actress screamed until Muba Daichi seized her and bit through her neck.
Terrified security guards dragged the stunned Morishita backward.
Muba Daichi threw the corpse aside and gave chase.
Within seconds, gunfire and screams left Morishita standing alone among bodies – his survival proof of iron nerves.
“Sir…”
Morishita forced calm into his voice. “Perhaps we could negotiate-”
Swish!
Muba Daichi’s claw sheared off half the man’s head. With crimson eyes, he pursued the fleeing Kuki Kei.
Morishita’s corpse swayed before collapsing.
After taking out the escapee, Muba Daichi followed Fang Cheng’s scent into the villa’s grand hall.
A figure dropped from above as he entered.
Muba Daichi didn’t dodge. He drove both hands directly into the attacker’s chest and tore outward.