"Mike, come and see. It looks like they're making a new move." Paige, acting as a hacker girl, called out to Mike, who was chatting with Mia and the other girls in the living room.
It was three days before Christmas, and Mike had already brought Tina and the other girls to Genovia through a spatial gate.
On one hand, it was to get Tina and the other girls out of New York, that troublesome place, and on the other hand, it was to give Mia and the other girls in Genovia a heads-up.
If the public opinion storm targeting the MIB couldn't be resolved in the next two days, Mike would likely spend this Christmas in New York.
This was to facilitate monitoring the direction of the public opinion incident.
"What's wrong, Paige?" Mike walked into Paige's studio upon hearing her voice, followed by a group of curious beautiful ladies.
"See for yourself." Paige tapped the keyboard, and a blurry video immediately popped up on the computer screen.
Due to the shooting light, the picture only vaguely showed a man in a black trench coat and sunglasses, wielding an alloy long Blade like a madman, indiscriminately hacking at people in a place suspected to be an underground dance hall.
The ground was covered in blood, and the wailing of the people around created a chaotic scene.
"Blade is too careless." Mike clearly recognized that the man holding the alloy long sword in the video was Blade, Eric.
With his usual pretentious demeanor, he really did look a bit like a perverted villain.
"Don't worry, Eric is not a bad guy." Mike noticed that Mia and the other girls beside him looked uneasy, so he explained, "Those he killed were either Vampires or Blood Servants."
This video was still edited, so in the eyes of ordinary people, Blade in the picture indeed looked very evil.
It would cause both physiological and psychological discomfort.
At the same time, Tina and Needy, who had experienced the Vampire incident, also started explaining to Mia and the other girls.
"Can you retrieve the specific address where this video was posted?" After comforting the other girls, Mike looked at the genius girl Paige.
"The ID is in New York…" Paige tapped the keyboard again, retrieving a large amount of data. "The other party sent several such videos in a row. Although the addresses varied slightly, they all stayed within the scope of New York."
In other words, Mike's previous guess was correct; Amelia had indeed concentrated public opinion on one point to target one person.
And the chosen person was Blade.
With Blade's lone wolf style, he was indeed the easiest target.
"Mr. Mike, I have news about Amelia, whom you asked me to investigate. She secretly came to New York more than a month ago, accompanied by a large group of women, numbering around three hundred…" Just then, Director Mickey called Mike. "As for their specific whereabouts, I still need some time to investigate."
Because of the recent escalation of public opinion against the MIB, the New York Police also sensed that something was wrong.
To quell the storm as quickly as possible, Mickey was not fighting alone this time; he had the entire New York Police force helping him.
"Amelia went to New York more than a month ago? It seems she has been plotting this for a long time," Mike roughly analyzed the entire public opinion incident.
Mickey was a great help this time.
"I'll leave Amelia and the whereabouts of those feminists to you. I'll send you a banner after the matter is over." Mike was also a celebrity now, and his promise was undoubtedly another promotion opportunity for Mickey.
"No need to be so polite…" Mickey's tone was noticeably lighter, and he continued, "The New York Police actually contributed a lot to this cooperation."
"You can use our facilities later if needed, just say the word."
There is no gain without pain; Mickey's answer this time represented the attitude of the New York Police.
"OK, when needed, I won't be polite with you…" After chatting for a couple more sentences, Mike hung up the phone.
Now that Amelia had made her move, it was time for Mike to act.
After explaining the situation to the girls, Mike opened a spatial gate and went directly to the MIB Headquarters at the Fifth Bridge.
At this time, John, Cross, Wesley, and other members of the Special Department were all gathered here.
"Where's Blade? Didn't I tell him to stay here at the Headquarters during this time?" Mike looked around but did not see Eric.
As the target of the online attack, his whereabouts were very important now.
"We all saw the video online. Eric left after that. He said he was going to find the mastermind himself…" Cross replied.
To be honest, when Mike looked a little angry, these agents from the Special Department were still a little scared.
"Isn't this nonsense?" Mike was indeed a bit angry about Blade's disorganized and undisciplined behavior.
But now was not the time to assign blame.
Moreover, given Blade's personality, it was not surprising that he would do such a thing.
"What's wrong, Mr. M? Is it related to those videos online?" Agent O walked in with Agent Z.
As soon as they entered, they noticed that the atmosphere in the room was a bit off.
"It is indeed related to those videos. Blade, as the primary party involved, has lost contact… He said he was going to find the mastermind himself." Mike briefly explained the current situation.
Agent O was also speechless about Blade's unauthorized action.
It could be said that everyone was watching Blade now. If he were to release any more bad news at this time, Not only would he be implicated, but the MIB would certainly be implicated as well.
"What do we need to do?" Agent O also knew that now was not the time to assign blame.
"Since the other party has chosen Blade as a breakthrough, the other agents in the organization should temporarily be in a 'safe' state." Mike analyzed and said, "So, now we can send all those available agents to find Amelia's whereabouts…"
Then, Mike shared all the information he had gathered about Amelia.
Agent O, who learned that Amelia was one of the three great Vampire leaders, immediately became vigilant.
She quickly left, having already decided that every agent and MIB Agent sent out this time, in addition to atomic weapons, must also carry ultraviolet weapons.
"Everyone is clear about the situation we are about to face." In the conference room, Mike said to the members of the Special Department in front of him, "As a department specializing in special events, I have only one request for your actions this time: find that Vampire named Amelia and the feminists around her before Christmas."
"Also, although Amelia is not a combat-type Vampire, her strength should not be underestimated. Do not act without authorization after you find her; remember to notify me at any time."
Amelia's recent actions indicated that she likely wanted to make a big stir when Christmas arrived.
Therefore, the next two to three days were crucial.
As for the combat aspect, given Amelia's sneaky movements, Mike naturally chose to apply righteous group beating to her.
Currently, Marcus and William were also on their way back. If the timing was right, they might also participate in the group beating of Amelia.
After watching the members of the Special Department leave in batches, Mike also drove towards the Queens.
Blade's adoptive father and weapons research expert, Whistler, lived there, and Mike wanted to go there to see if there was any news about Blade.
"A rare guest. Are you here to find Eric?" At the door of the dilapidated warehouse, Whistler was a little surprised to see Mike.
"Yes, do you have any news about him here?" Mike asked directly.
"It's about what's online, isn't it? That kid came back once before, but he left again after taking some weapons." Whistler knew Eric very well. "Did he cause you trouble again this time?"
As he spoke, Whistler was about to invite Mike to sit for a while in the house.
"Time is pressing. Do you know where Eric went after he left?" Mike stood at the door and did not move.
"I don't know that. That kid's personality, he doesn't talk much about these things…" Whistler smiled awkwardly.
"Alright, I still need to find Eric. I won't bother you any longer." Mike waved his hand, bid farewell to Whistler, and drove away again.
After this, he could allocate more activity funds to Blade.
One thing at a time, although Blade's personality wasn't likable, he was still one of their own.
It wouldn't do to keep him and his adoptive father living in a dilapidated warehouse.
After all, Mike wasn't short on money now, both publicly and privately.
Behind him, after watching Mike leave, Father Whistler's eyes flickered twice before he walked back into the warehouse.
The warehouse wasn't large, but there was a huge workbench in the middle, on which a nearly completed silver-plated weapon was placed.
…
Time came to Christmas Eve.
As Blade, who possessed the Daywalker ability, he accurately found Amelia, who was hiding in the Queens, over the past two days through his unique sense for Vampires, without any external help.
At nightfall, stepping on the cold moonlight, Blade, dressed as a "cool guy," cornered two unfortunate women at a street corner.
"What is your purpose?" Blade slowly drew the long sword from his back, emanating a cold aura.
The two women opposite, their eyes caught by the moonlight reflecting off the alloy long sword, simultaneously bared their fangs as if in a stress reaction.
Under their ferocious expressions, their Vampire characteristics were fully revealed.
"It's a pity; you've made the wrong choice," Blade said, his expression still cool.
His Vampire slayer instincts made him charge forward, and as he brushed past the two women suspected of being Vampires, sword light flashed, bringing forth two blood mists.
A true man never looks back…
However, this time, just as Blade was about to say a couple of cool closing lines as he always did, his peripheral vision caught sight of a "Vampire" to his side and rear who hadn't turned to ash.
It is well known that when ordinary Vampires and Blood Servants are killed, their bodies automatically disappear.
Of the two Vampires whose throats Blade had just slit, one did indeed turn to ash, while the other clutched her carotid artery, making "ho ho" sounds.
"You're not a Vampire?" Blade turned, looking at the woman whose expression was pained from excessive blood loss.
At this moment, Blade's heart was in turmoil.
It must be known that Eric had always prided himself as being on the side of justice, and as a unique Daywalker, he had never harmed humans.
"Congratulations, Blade. Now you, like us, have become enemies of humanity." Just as Blade was distracted, a woman dressed in expensive clothing, with the demeanor of a noblewoman, walked out with a smile.
The woman was holding a DV camera, and behind her followed a large group of fanatical women.
"You're behind this!!" Blade glanced at the woman who had already fallen lifelessly into a pool of blood beside him, then turned his fierce gaze to the noblewoman who had emerged.
"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Amelia, the current leader of the Vampire Clan," Amelia said with a smile.
"As for you, Blade, I've filmed everything of you killing a human just now. So what are you going to do?"
If the previous videos of Blade on the internet had been intentionally tampered with, he had indeed just killed a human female.
"Killing you will solve everything." Blade raised his alloy long sword again, ready for battle.
If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who raised the problem; this is indeed a good method.
"Is that so? We have so many people here; can you kill them all?" Amelia said confidently, "And let me remind you, there are still humans among the Vampires behind me. I'd like to see if your Blade is still sharp when you kill them."
Killing to destroy the spirit!!!
Amelia seemed to have investigated Blade's weaknesses before targeting him.
Not killing humans seemed to be Eric's bottom line.
Clearly, this weakness made Blade's sword no longer sharp in the current situation.
"Since you're not making a move, don't blame us for being impolite." Seeing Blade hesitate, Amelia waved her hand, ordering the hundreds of women behind her to charge at Blade.
She herself remained standing, holding the DV camera.
Suddenly, the center of the street became lively, with hundreds of female Vampires mixed with human females.
Although their combat power wasn't that strong, they had no problem fighting a Blade who dared not retaliate.
Because he was worried that his opponents might be human, Blade dared not kill them.
Constrained at every turn, he quickly accumulated many wounds on his body.
"Fight! Fight!!" Seemingly stimulated by the blood in the arena, Amelia, holding the DV camera, shouted like a madwoman, "Today is your death day. If you don't resist, you'll die; if you resist, only destruction awaits you…"
This Vampire leader, always known for her wisdom, finally showed her true colors, with no trace of elegance left.
Just as Blade was struggling to hold on, the roar of a heavy motorcycle suddenly came from afar.
Accompanied by the motorcycle's high beams, an old man with white hair draped over his shoulders, dressed as Santa Claus, made a heroic entrance.
After a magnificent tail slide, Father Whistler pulled two UV flash grenades from the motorcycle handlebars and threw them into the chaotic battlefield.
Under the flashing UV light, the female Vampires screamed and turned to hide, while the feminists also screamed, covering their eyes.
Conversely, Blade, who always wore sunglasses at night to look cool, was the only person in the field unaffected.
"Father, why are you here?" Blade, catching his breath, took the opportunity to go to Whistler's side.
"Boy, if I hadn't come, you would have died here today." Father Whistler handed Blade a blood pack to help him recover from his wounds, then pulled a giant shotgun from the motorcycle, saying, "Here, this is a new weapon I've developed: silver-plated bullets plus holy water crystals. I guarantee you'll be satisfied with its power."
Clearly, this was the finished weapon from the workbench in the warehouse earlier.
"I understand everything else, but why is there this on the gun body?" Blade weighed the overbearing-looking shotgun, but looking at the colorful chibi verson Santa Claus graffiti on the gun body, his expression seemed a bit conflicted.
How could a tough guy use this thing?
"It's Christmas, isn't it? Doesn't it fit the occasion?" Father Whistler said with a smile, "I haven't even talked about you yet. It's Christmas, and you still haven't changed your clothes."
Blade always wore a black leather outfit with black sunglasses all year round; his fashion sense was indeed a bit singular.
"Let's not talk about that. Some of them are human, which puts us at a great disadvantage." Blade timely changed the subject.
Moreover, at this time, the effect of the UV flash grenades had mostly worn off, and the female Vampires were organizing another attack.
"It's simple. I'll use flash grenades to help you identify which ones are Vampires; you just need to fight as you did before." Father Whistler said, tearing open his loose Santa Claus costume, which was fully loaded with UV flash grenades.
That's why they say, the older, the wiser.
Compared to Blade's reckless charges, Father Whistler had clearly prepared beforehand.
So, with the aid of UV flash grenades, Blade, holding the DIY shotgun, only needed to look for the female Vampires who were allergic to UV light.
After a few shotgun blasts, Blade gradually grew fond of this powerful Christmas gift in his hand.
…
"It looks like Eric can handle the trouble himself. So are we just going to keep watching?" In the shadows by the street, Marcus looked at the situation on the street and questioned Mr. Mike.
At this moment, in the shadows around the corner, Mike was surrounded by more than a dozen special department members, including Marcus.
Further out, hundreds of MIB Agents and regular agents were hidden.
Additionally, around this street, thousands of New York Police officers were concealed.
If Amelia knew that the MIB and the New York Police had made such a big fuss to deal with her, she would certainly be flattered.
However, she clearly didn't know.
One could only say that this joint law enforcement operation initiated by Mike between the MIB and the New York Police was very rigorous in its process and very pleasing in its results.
"Wait a little longer. Since Eric wants to play, let him 'play' a bit longer." Mr. Mike shook his head, signaling the people around him to remain calm.
Anyway, Amelia definitely couldn't escape this time; it just depended on whether she could give Blade any more "surprises" before she died.