Seo Jun-Ho slowly opened his eyes. The CEOâs name was Allen Schneiker. He was an up-and-coming businessman of Trium and had been a loyal servant to the vampires for the past two years.
The total number of humans he had handed over to the vampires until today was a whopping twenty-seven thousand.
âI let him off too easily.â Seo Jun-Ho was dismayed. Bastards like this Allen Schneiker deserved to die a painful death that would make them regret every single evil deed that they had done throughout their life.
âGot it,â said Seo Jun-Ho. The werewolves finally stood up. It hadnât been that long since they started waiting for Seo Jun-Ho. They had been waiting for five minutes at most.
âReally? You found what we need?â
âHow fascinating. How can you extract memories from the dead?â
âItâs just something I can do,â said Seo Jun-Ho. Then, he started sharing what he had found from Allen Schneikerâs confession. âFirst of all, the drugs that Astaneca are producing have nothing to do with the red fog.â
âUghâ¦â
âI guess we were wrong.â
âBut I found something even biggerâ¦â Seo Jun-Ho said.
This factory was serving as a hub for one of the ingredients necessary to create Astanecaâs drugs. The drug that Astaneca was producing for the vampires was like a stimulant for vampires.
âSo a vampire temporarily becomes even stronger upon consuming it?â
âIn that case, why didn't those vampires earlier take the drug?â
âItâs too expensive for them to take,â Seo Jun-Ho explained.
Not even vampire supervisors could take the expensive drug. According to Allenâs memories, the effects of the drug were also incredibly dangerous.
âThe drug numbs them to pain and greatly enhances their physical prowess? Hm, why does that sound familiar?â
âGeez. Itâs similar to our transformation.â
âYes, and I saw it.â Seo Jun-Ho swept his gaze across them and said, âBlood is one of the ingredients to create the drug.â
âYou donât have to tell us. We can see those human corpsesââ
âNo.â Seo Jun-Ho shook his head. âHuman blood is nothing but food for the vampires.â
âAre you trying to say thatâ¦â The werewolvesâ eyes widened.
âThat canât beâ¦â
The werewolves erupted in fury.
âAre you saying that theyâre using the blood of our warriors?!â
âThose evil bastardsâ¦!â
It was for too common for them to lose fellow werewolves, who went to the city to gather information. And the vampires had been disappointed that the blood of the dead wolves had gone to waste.
The vampires had always been disappointed about not being able to put the blood of the dead werewolves to use.
âThey said that they donât drink the blood of werewolves because itâs disgustingâ¦â
However, they couldnât help but wonder if there was a way for them to make use of the werewolvesâ blood. It had already been a year since Allen was put in charge of the research.
âSeo Jun-Ho. Where are those drugs? We have to tell Team A about this,â Nelson growled with bloodlust in his eyes. He wanted to destroy those drugs as well as the documents containing the method to produce them as fast as possible.
âGood question.â Nelsonâs question was connected to Allenâs midnight visit to the factory. âTodayâs the shipment day.
âThe shipment day? Theyâre sending them out today?â
âYes. Allen knows the importance of those drugs, so he would always come here to supervise the shipment of those drugs.â
Seo Jun-Hoâs eyes darkened.
If his presumption was correct, then Team A was in grave danger right now.
***
While Team B was in the middle of breaking through the front entrance of the factory, Team A was currently taking a leisurely walk around the factory. Their mission objectives werenât that difficult to find, after all.
âBigal! Theyâre over here!â
âI thought that they would be using trucks, but it seems that wouldnât be the case considering how there arenât as many of them as I expected.â
âThe packaging is fancy, are you sure theyâre related to the red fog?â
âItâs too early to say for sure, but grab as many of them as you can,â said Bigal.
The werewolves then picked up a few expensive-looking briefcases, and just like that, their mission was complete. It was uneventful, so the werewolves couldnât help but feel dejected.
Bigal noticed that and spoke, âLetâs meet up with Team B. They might need backup.â
âWeâll just go to the front entrance.â
When they exited the building, something unexpected happened.
âHm?â A man with slick-backed hair stepped out of what was clearly an expensive car. He scowled upon seeing the werewolves. âGeez, is the factory hiring dogs now?â
âOh, well, uhâ¦â The factory workers were flustered as they stared at the werewolves.
âHm. I suppose not.â The man smirked. He seemed amused as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. âAll right, itâs been a while since Iâve had a good workout. Hey, dogs. You better start running.â
âWhat?â one of the werewolves asked nervously.
âAre you deaf? I am saying that Iâll let you run until Iâm done with this cigarette.â
âYouâre telling us to run away?â
âSo you finally understand. Yes. Run with your tail between your legs. Keep running while you can.â The man cackled, and he made sure to consume his cigarette as slowly as possible.
The werewolves were furious.
âYou littleââ
âWait.â Bigal stopped them.
âHeâs too calm.â
Moreover, the man had alighted from a limited-production car.
Bigal was sure that there were only a hundred of those cars in all of Trium.
âHe has to be an apostle, at the very least. Itâs either that, or heâs as strong as an apostle.â
Bigal made his decision and turned to the others.
âWeâre not going to meet up with Team B. Grab those briefcases and scatter.â
âWhat, weâre actually going to run away?â
âCome on, man! Heâs alone!â
âEven if heâs an apostle, as long as we work togetherââ
âNo, you guys should get it together!â Bigal yelled. It was only one time, but Bigal had encountered an apostle before. He started trembling when the memories he had buried in the deepest recesses of his mind surfaced one by one.
âIâm telling you guys, we canât beat him. He can only be beaten if our strongest warriors are here...â Bigal muttered.
The werewolves gulped nervously.
âIf you insist, you must be rightâ¦â
âDamn it. A warrior shouldnât do this...â
They complained, but they still transformed to follow Bigalâs orders.
The werewolves then looked at each other and nodded.
Step!
They kicked off of the ground and scattered in all different directions. The vampire would definitely manage to catch some of them, but a few of them were bound to survive as well.
âAw, youâre making me cry. Oh, wait, Iâm a vampire, so I canât cry.â He cackled and waved the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand. âRun, run as fast as you can!â
The werewolves sprinted without looking back.
***
Bigal suddenly came to a stop after running madly. He turned around.
âHuff! Huff!â
He could smell bloodâhe could smell his brothersâ blood.
âSon of aâ¦!â He squeezed the handles of the briefcases and trembled.
âAt this rate, Iâm going to die as well.â
The smell of blood grew stronger as time went on, and Bigal had no idea how many of his brothers had died at that manâs hands so far.
âIf one of us has to buy timeâ¦â
Having made up his mind, Bigal threw his head back and howled. âAwoooo!â
His howl ripped through the air, and the other werewolves howled as well.
âWhat are those idiots doing?!â
Bigal was sure that they knew what he was trying to do here, so why werenât they running away? Why did they copy him?
Of course, Bigal knew the answer.
He smiledâtouched by their loyaltyâand slowly turned around.
âHeâs coming.â
Someone else heard him and was rapidly approaching him.
The man with slicked-back hair jumped down a building and landed gracefully in front of Bigal.
âAh, it was you. The one with the best chance of survival.â
ââ¦â
Bigal silently put down the briefcases and prepared for battle.
âCan I ask why you lured me here? Iâm curious.â
The answer was simple.
Bigal was the strongest werewolf in Team A, so if someone had to buy time, he was the best candidate.
âDonât you feel resentful? The others ran away and left you to die on your own.â
âWolves travel in packs,â said Bigal.
Even if he had to give up his life, it would be worth it if it was for the sake of his pack.
ââ¦How boring.â The man lost interest and slowly held out his hand. âHand them over.â
âNever!â Bigal gnashed his teeth.
However, he was suddenly struck with a strange sense of déjà vu.
He looked down at his hands.
âThank you very much.â Somehow, the man managed to take all the briefcases away from him. âItâs time to die. How about your rip your own heart and crush it?â
âWhat kind of bullshitââ
Beeeeep!
Bigalâs words were interrupted by his ringing ears, and he broke out into a cold sweat.
His right hand was moving toward his chest on its own.
âPffft!Ah, this is really fun.â The man chuckled and reveled at the sight.
Mind Control.
He became an apostle and earned the ability to take over someoneâs mind and control them.
âGuhâ¦â Bigal gnashed his teeth as his breath grew rough and short.
No matter how much he tried, his hand wouldnât listen to him.
His sharp claws dug into his own chest and grabbed his heart.
âN-noâ¦!â
He had never held his own heart before.
âI had no idea that⦠a heart is this warm.â
Was this how he was going to die? Was he going to die by crushing his own heart?
âI-I wonâtâ¦!â
He refused to die in this manner.
He had thought and had imagined his own death many times before, but he hadnât imagined that he would die in this manner. He thought that he would breathe his last in a valorous battle as a warriorâlike a true descendant of the wolves.
âFuck you. Fuck you all!â he cursed.
The man grinned at the sight and snapped his fingers.
âBang.â
Baaaang!
A loud sound rang in the manâs ears.
He staggered backward.
âHuh..?â
He wasnât the one whose heart had just exploded, so why was he the one who was staggering?
He collapsed and landed on his buttocks.
âWhat is this?â he muttered after touching his head. He could feel that about half of his head had exploded, and he could also feel a gaping exit wound from what remained of his head.
âA sniper?â
âHa. Haha.â He was so dumbfounded that he couldnât help but laugh. An apostle like him failed to dodge a bullet? The laughter quickly turned into rage. âWhich one of you fucking bastardsââ
Baaaang!
He was shot once again. This time, he no longer had a head.
ââ¦â However, he was an apostle, so he could easily regenerate his head.
âBigal! Are you okay?!â
âShit, take his hand out of his chest! We have to stop the bleeding!â
Bigal stared at the wolves running toward him.
âTeam⦠B?â
They were the ones who had gone to save the humans.
However, as far as he knew, none of them knew how to shoot a gun.
âNo, thereâs a stranger among them.â Bigal unwittingly turned his head.
âThis oneâs pretty hard to kill.â
Click.
It was the human mercenary.
Seo Jun-Ho reloaded his gun with an emotionless face and walked toward the apostle.
âW-wait! Heâs dangerous! His voice can control you!â Bigal hurriedly shouted.
At the same time, the vampire apostle looked up and yelled through his partially regenerated head.
âPut a bullet in your head!â
Baaaang!
There was a loud gunshot, and the vampire apostle was sent rolling away.
ââ¦Huh?â He had definitely given the order. He had activated his ability.
So, why did that lunatic shoot him?
Seo Jun-Ho walked over until he was standing right in front of the vampire apostle.
He then looked down at the vampire apostle and coolly said, âSorry, but you messed with the wrong person.â
He had a heroâs mind, after all.
Click.
The barrel of the long rifle pressed against the roof of the vampire apostleâs mouth. The cold barrel of the long rifle made the vampire apostle feel a shiver down his spine.
âW-waitâ¦Iâm an apostle, so I know a lot. I-iâw tewl you evâythingâ¦!â
âI appreciate the offerâ¦â Seo Jun-Ho smiled warmly. âBut I think your memories will tell me more.â
He then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Baaaaaang!
For the first time in eleven years, a vampire apostle died that night.