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Chapter 132: The Big Bat Event (14)

Venom didn't answer, and Peter didn't care. He had gotten used to Venom disappearing from time to time. He looked down at his hands and had to admit that this black combat suit was also quite impressive. Compared to the flashy colors he had before, it had a deep and serious sense of beauty.

More importantly, this color allowed him to blend into the shadows, making him less noticeable, at least visually.

"If those vampires really chased me because of my appearance, they shouldn't be able to find me now," Peter thought.

However, the situation didn't improve. He was still being chased by a group of crazed vampires. Spider-Man was almost out of Brooklyn, but there were still many advanced vampires with teleportation abilities following closely behind him.

Peter wasn't just running away, he was strategically maneuvering. He swung through the gaps between high-rise buildings and hung onto the back of one of the buildings. The vampires would have to gather in the shadows of this particular building if they wanted to catch up with him. The shadows of the surrounding buildings didn't overlap with this one spot, so it was the only place he could stand.

Most of the vampires were driven by instinct and teleported to the shadows below the wall. Spider-Man hung above and saw that most of the vampires chasing him were standing in this small patch of shadow. He threw down a snowstorm device, freezing them all into ice blocks.

Then he slid down along the spider web and approached the group of frozen vampires. He looked left and right but didn't find anything unusual.

He found a pry bar nearby and used it to break open the ice block containing the head of a seemingly rational high-level vampire.

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

The vampire glared fiercely at Peter and said, "You are the chosen sacrifice of Lord Bat God! You damned human! I will catch you, drain your blood, and hand you over to the mighty Lord Bat God! He will lead us to rule this world!!!"

Peter was almost stunned. He said, "Chosen sacrifice of the Bat God? I don't even know your god. Why are you after me?"

But the vampire kept repeating something about the mighty Lord Bat God, and despite Peter's questioning, he didn't get any useful information.

Peter thought that this was also a clue, so he called Schiller and told him everything that had just happened.

In the laboratory of Stark Tower, Schiller was on the phone, communicating with Nick. He said, "I have some speculations about this. The guardian of the Bat God should exist."

Nick was very puzzled and asked, "Could it be that there really is a Bat God? We have been monitoring vampires for so many years and have never seen the so-called Bat God appear. Why does he have to come now?"

"Moreover, as far as I know, in the battle in the East, they were even more badly defeated, and almost half of the vampires were completely killed. Where was the Bat God who was supposed to protect them then?"

"You and I both know that it's unlikely for any real gods to descend into this world."

Nick caught Schiller's meaning and said, "But you also said that the guardian of the Bat God exists."

"Yes, but he may not be a real guardian of the Bat God. To put it simply, the bats were deceived by someone."

"This is a common trick that you must have seen before. Some extraordinary creatures with strong power, using the name of a god, want to gather believers or achieve some goals."

"That's right. We've dealt with many so-called evil gods before, most of which were monsters pretending to be gods. So, is this case no exception? Who exactly is the other side?"

"I have some speculations, but I'm not sure yet. But no matter who it is, there is only one solution..."

"What's that?"

"Have you found out where that network cable leads to?"

Nick was silent for a moment, then said, "Are you sure this will work? I have investigated, and there are indeed people stationed there, but they should only be ordinary members..."

"That's enough. From what I understand, their boss doesn't tolerate any nonsense," said a young man in a hoodie outside 177 in Manhattan. He shouted, "Mrs. Itis, why did my internet signal go out?"

A woman with curly hair and a thin frame stuck her head out from the opposite building upstairs and replied, "How would I know? Did you not pay your internet bill?"

"That's impossible, I just paid it a week ago!"

Soon, another slightly chubby person came out from 177's door and said, "Not only did the internet go out, but why is there a power outage? What's going on?"

The young man had to knock on every door to find out that only 177 was experiencing these issues. This is an old post office on a street in Manhattan that no longer serves its original purpose due to the development of technology. Now, it's a place for residents to store packages for the entire street.

After their commotion, a man with a beard stuck his head out from a neighboring window and said, "Hey, stop making noise! Go to the municipal office on the opposite street and ask. I guess it might be due to the aging lines."

"The history of this old post office is too long. We don't even know if the pipes have been updated. It's normal for things to break down. You'd better go and ask quickly, and maybe it can be fixed before nightfall."

Just as the young man was about to thank him, he heard another exclamation from inside the house, "Oh, damn! This water pipe, why did it burst?!"

The young man helplessly returned to the house and asked the chubby person, "What's going on? I heard that there's a war going on at the Brooklyn Bridge. Could it be intentional targeting?"

The fat man looked at him and said in a low voice, "It's hard to say. Those damn blood-sucking monsters over in Hong Kong are causing trouble all the time. Our temple is constantly being harassed by them. I thought it would be better after being transferred to New York, but it's still the same..."

"Don't worry about that for now. Let's fix the water and electricity here first, otherwise how are we going to cook tonight?"

The two stared at each other, and the fat man spoke first, "Don't look at me. Magic is not meant for doing this. Even if we have restoration spells, how do I know which pipeline is broken?"

"Well, it seems like we'll have to find a professional. I'll go to the city hall across the street, you take care of the water, don't flood the package."

After a while, the young man came back with a disappointed look and said, "That office is closed. Their efficiency has always been terrible. We can't rely on them. We'll have to fix it ourselves."

Then he saw the fat man coming out with a plunger in hand, looking somewhat distressed, "Bad news, our toilet exploded..."

"Toilet? How could the toilet explode?"

"Those damn bats definitely messed with our sewer! Fortunately, nothing dirty overflowed, just the water pipe exploded..."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud explosion from the post office, followed by a terrible stench spreading out.

"Oh shit!!! What's happening?! Oh my god!!"

Then, a furious scream echoed over Manhattan, "You damn blood-sucking vampires!!! You fucking blew up shit!!!"

Coulson, in the helicopter hovering in the sky in the distance, looked at the horrific scene below, seeing most of the residents in that block being driven out of their homes by the horrible smell. He spoke to Nick on the phone, "Director, is this a bit too cruel? Regardless, we can't blow up shit..."

"What are you talking about? The despicable ones are the vampires. They actually play with poop. Can this group still have the nerve to call themselves noble bloods?"

"To seek revenge on this group of people, they actually targeted their poor toilet. It's simply inhumane, and we strongly protest against this behavior!"

Soon, Coulson heard Hill's voice coming from Nick's phone. She said, "The other side has actively contacted one of our agents in the Manhattan area. They claim to be the mages stationed at the New York Temple of Kamar-Taj, and they now need SHIELD's support."

Nick flipped through the materials in front of him and said, "SHIELD has no diplomatic relations with their Power. To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, we must send a communication request to their headquarters to show that our support is within a reasonable range and has been approved by them."

Hill asked a few questions over there and said, "The other side says that the management of the New York Temple is independent of Kamar-Taj headquarters, but they will report this matter, including all developments in the war against the vampires, to their headquarters."

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

"Remember, Hill, give your diligent colleagues a few days off and let them go to Hawaii for a vacation. Although they haven't signed any confidentiality agreements, it's still better not to mention anything related to excrement to anyone. Blowing up someone's toilet? SHIELD can't afford to lose this person."

Then, Nick hung up the phone and called Schiller. He said, "Next time you have such a disgusting tactic, don't come to us."

"But the effect is quite remarkable, isn't it? In a few days, all the Powers of the mysterious side will know that the vampires, who like to play with excrement, sent someone to blow up the toilet of their New York Temple in retaliation against Kamar-Taj."

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

"Actually, even without blowing up the toilet, it would have happened. I don't believe that the stationed mages did not report the vampires' movements to the owner of Kamar-Taj."

"Then why did you ask us to go blow up the toilet?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it wasn't you guys who blew it up, it was those self-proclaimed noble Vampires."

"Okay." Schiller changed the side of his mobile phone and continued, "Let's talk about business."

"SHIELD must have some understanding of the Kamar-Taj, but just hasn't pinpointed the exact location of the New York Sanctum. Now that you two have made contact, you must have a common goal at least when it comes to the vampire problem."

"During the war that happened in the Eastern Continent, except for Kunlun, Kamar-Taj must have been involved as well."

"I'm a bit confused. As far as I know, that mysterious organization in the Himalayas should only deal with crises outside of Earth..."

"You're pointing at the sample of Earth's biological fossils, and then look at the crazy bats' teleportation and claw magic. Can you, in good conscience, say that they are native to Earth? Isn't that just nonsense?"

"Okay, then are you sure that the Bat God Guardian is also an extraordinary being from outside?"

"Of course, I'm pretty sure of their origin."

"Really? Who do you think they are?"

"They are also bats, or, you can call them the Morin family, also known as the vampire clan."