Vampires were once seen as monsters, feared by everyone. However, now, in the vampires' eyes, it was the masked figure who was the true monster.
Faster than the vampires, stronger than the vampires, his movements were swift, his shooting precise, and he didn't even need to touch the vampires to run and shoot at the same time.
The thousand vampires chasing him couldn't possibly clump together; they had to be spread out, searching nearby and only coming in large numbers when they heard noise. That meant these thousand vampires were converging from all directions.
However, before the vampires could catch up with the masked man, they fell at the muzzle of his gun, his bullets seeming inexhaustible.
"Impossible, impossible, how could he still have bullets?" What the vampires didn't know was that along the way, they had killed quite a few regular troops, from whom the masked man had collected enough bullets.