Catastrophe Containment Facility

Following the scent of blood so thick it stung the nose, Wen Wen found an abandoned factory; Wilson should be here now.

However, Wen Wen did not rush in. Wilson was dangerous and might resort to violence at any moment; he needed to prepare in advance.

Wilson's weapon was likely a pair of sharp metal wings. Having never seen these wings, Wen Wen could not think of a good countermeasure.

Even tough steel nails could be easily cut through, so a bulletproof vest would be ineffective and instead impede movement. The wings' attacks could not be taken head-on; an open space would be needed to dodge.

It was unfortunate there hadn't been enough time to prepare, otherwise using a tranquilizer gun to subdue him would have been a better choice.

There were scents of two people within the factory. Wen Wen could not determine if the other was Wilson's accomplice or just an ordinary person, so he decided to wait for them to separate before making a move on Wilson.

After waiting outside for a while, he saw a figure in a coat walk out from within the factory.

"I'm going to buy some medicine; your wounds need to be treated. Don't leave here before I come back," the person said before departing, leaving Wilson likely still inside the factory.

Now was Wen Wen's chance to make a move on Wilson!

"Mr. Wilson, I've finally found you."

Pushing open the iron door of the warehouse, Wen Wen swaggered through the main entrance and saw Wilson sitting on a broken wooden crate at the back of the warehouse, holding a beer bottle and taking occasional sips.

Seeing Wen Wen enter, Wilson's face showed surprise; he hadn't expected to see Wen Wen here, then shook his head and said to Wen Wen:

"Detective Wen, it was Melissa who sent you, wasn't it? I told her not to do anything, and yet she still sends you to find me, such a bothersome woman."

"The destruction you caused before you left was significant, so it's quite normal for your wife to be worried," Wen Wen said, moving closer to Wilson and conversing in a casual tone.

"Now that you've found me and seen I'm fine, go back and tell her not to look for me anymore; I will return," Wilson said, gulping down more alcohol.

"No, I need you to come back with me now," Wen Wen refused Wilson's request. By now, Wen Wen's goal was no longer the wealth Melissa had offered.

Wilson put down the beer bottle and looked deeply at Wen Wen: "Detective, that shouldn't be within your scope of work."

"Who knows... In the process of looking for you, I went to the underground clinic and the subways, where I saw some things I should not have seen, so I can't allow you to wander around now," Wen Wen said, his smile void of any warmth.

Wilson's wings behind him behaved well, and his expression wasn't one of sorrow, indicating that the previous slaughter might not have been actively performed by the wings.

At the very least, Wilson did not seem to regret the previous killings.

"What, are you planning to catch me and send me to the cops, or to take revenge for those damned people?" Wilson stood up as the metal wings behind him writhed and slowly extended, causing Wen Wen's nerves to tense up.

"Those in the subway tunnels might indeed have deserved death, but the doctor in the underground clinic did not. However, I am not the Bringer of Justice; I am here to catch you simply because of my job," Wen Wen said.

Wen Wen pointed his revolver at Wilson with his right hand while his left hand held a dagger in a reverse grip.

Seeing the gun, a flicker of fear passed through Wilson's eyes. He knew his metal wings were powerful, but his own body was still flesh and blood.

"My task is to find people, not to kill them, so I hope you'll come with me quietly."

Seeing Wilson's timid expression, Wen Wen breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that fear meant he wasn't as powerful as he seemed.

However, Wilson's fear did not mean those steel wings were afraid as well.

The left wing unfolded, forming a chain-like blade over ten meters long that, like a venomous snake, struck at Wen Wen with lightning speed!

Facing this sudden attack, Wen Wen's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly placed the dagger in front of his chest, while instantly retreating several meters back.

Clang...

The dagger was neatly severed, falling to the ground and making a crisp sound.

At the same time, a small wound appeared on Wen Wen's chest, blood flowing out and making his chest slick, but it quickly healed. If he hadn't retreated in time, the wing would have pierced through him!

Being pierced through wouldn't have been enough to kill Wen Wen, but with such a grievous wound, wouldn't he be at Wilson's mercy?

This man is not easy to deal with!

The long chain-blade retracted and transformed back into the pair of ornate wings, gently flapping behind Wilson.

"Detective Wen, I didn't expect you to be no ordinary man," Wilson said, looking at Wen Wen with a wary expression.

But Wen Wen didn't respond to his words and fired a shot directly at him instead.

Wilson's right wing swiftly unfolded, enveloping and protecting him entirely, the bullet striking the wing, causing it to tremble, but it was still deflected.

The bullet had no effect!

"That's practically cheating! But... it's not like there's no way to deal with it!" Wen Wen's lips curled up slightly in excitement, knowing the fight was about to become intense!

In the blink of an eye, the left wing once again turned into a long chain-blade sweeping toward Wen Wen, its speed so fast it was like a ten-meter-long greatsword, slicing everything in its path in two.

This forced Wen Wen to keep moving, constantly dodging to avoid being struck. If it weren't for the speed and reflexes granted by his Vampire Constitution, he would have been sliced to ribbons by Wilson by now.

While dodging, Wen Wen kept firing at Wilson. Ordinary bullets didn't work on Wilson, but they could keep his right wing busy, preventing it from joining the offensive.

With just one wing attacking, Wen Wen could still manage. After dodging for a while, he became more and more familiar with this wing's movement patterns and began to analyze them, looking for an opportunity to win.

"The left wing has an attack range of about fifteen meters and is very fast—it can reach anywhere inside this factory...

The defense of the right wing is quite comprehensive, with nearly no blind spots, and seeing as it can slightly deform, it likely can extend to attack like the left wing.

But although the wings are sharp, the force behind them is not too astonishing. The left wing has to retract after every three strikes...

And the biggest weakness is Wilson himself!"

With a plan in mind, Wen Wen narrowed his eyes and fired a shot at Wilson's heart. It was the last bullet in Wen Wen's magazine and it was...

The Demon Hunting Bullet!