Transformer in MCU

No matter how resilient a vampire's body might be, even they can't survive being blown to pieces!

Blood spattered across the entire bar, and a large number of vampires were obliterated by Optimus Prime's heavy weaponry.

They were dead, truly dead, with no hope of returning. The ground was littered with the corpses of vampires and Vampire followers. This vampire stronghold had been completely decimated.

The deafening roar of Optimus Prime's firepower filled the air. No matter how strong the vampires were, they stood no chance against the raw force of Optimus's arsenal. Soon, they lay in pools of blood, never to rise again.

"This... this is insane! He's got a robot fighting for him?" one vampire gasped, unable to comprehend the sight.

He shouted in disbelief, "Who is this guy? Is he the heir to some massive corporation, walking around with a high-tech robot guard?"

"How could something like this exist?" another vampire wailed, caught in the chaos of the battle. "Who did we piss off to deserve this?"

Some of the Vampire followers had found places to hide, quickly spreading warnings to one another.

They speculated that they must have crossed a powerful conglomerate, and that Downey was merely bait to lure them into a trap.

"He's not a mutant—he's got to be working for some major corporation with access to high-end tech," one Vampire follower whispered confidently.

Optimus Prime stood in the center of the bar, rocket launcher in one hand and Vulcan cannon in the other, a symbol of pure destruction.

He was a machine out of a sci-fi nightmare, bent on exterminating every last vampire and Vampire followers in the room.

Under the relentless bombardment, the once luxurious bar became a ruined husk, the walls crumbling, the atmosphere decaying.

Priceless decorations were reduced to rubble, and bottles of rare liquor shattered, their contents fueling the growing flames.

The fire spread quickly, engulfing everything in a roaring blaze that illuminated the wreckage.

The vampires were panicked, their previous arrogance stripped away as they found themselves hunted, torn apart by iron and fire.

Once untouchable creatures of the night, they now lay in the dirt, worthless, slaughtered like cattle.

Downey and Optimus Prime loomed like specters in the flames, watching as the vampires were systematically destroyed.

To them, it was as if Death himself had arrived to cleanse the filth and restore some semblance of order to the world.

That's exactly what Downey intended.

"Please, stop! I surrender! I swear my allegiance to you, just let me live!"

One of the Vampire followers, desperate and terrified, crawled out from hiding, begging for mercy. He still believed he was human, that he could be saved.

But Downey had no plans to save him. He wasn't here to save livestock.

In his eyes, the word beast was reserved for people like the Vampire followers and the vampires who preyed on the innocent.

Without a word, Downey shot the pleading Vampire followers in the head, ending his pitiful life.

Downey had no intention of letting anyone in this bar survive. He knew exactly what these creatures were like, the kind of twisted pleasure they took in their atrocities.

Vampires didn't just drink from blood bags. They preferred to keep humans in cryo-chambers, slowly draining their blood over time.

The humans trapped in those chambers never woke up; they were bled dry, then discarded once they were no longer useful.

The pureblood vampires, the ones like the so-called "big man," were the worst offenders.

They had invented this bloodletting process, and it had become a tradition among their kind.

Downey didn't know who had set him up to fight the vampires, but whoever it was, he'd settle that score later.

For now, he was focused on wiping out this nest of monsters and reclaiming his peace of mind.

Suddenly, a shadow darted past, and Downey felt a sharp pain in his thigh. A vampire had taken advantage of the chaos to strike.

The vampire, holding a bloody knife, looked shocked. "Why didn't I sever your leg? Humans never survive a strike like that. What are you?"

Before the vampire could flee, Downey shot him twice, crippling him. Optimus Prime finished the job, crushing the vampire into a bloody pulp.

The knife wound hurt, but thanks to the strengthening influence of the AllSpark, Downey's body had become more resilient. If not for that, the attack might have incapacitated him.

At that moment, Downey felt an unexpected sense of calm. The fear and tension from earlier vanished.

He was in the zone, fully focused on the fight, his emotions now a distant memory.

He was becoming well-suited to this line of work.

"Enough! Mechanic, enough!" a voice shouted. The vampire leader, a member of the prestigious Thompson family, was hiding behind a crumbling wall. "I declare a truce with you!"

The ancient vampire, who appeared middle-aged but had lived for centuries, was panicking. The wall he hid behind was crumbling under the relentless onslaught of Optimus Prime's Vulcan cannon.

He was old and cunning, his survival instincts honed by years of scheming.

He attempted to negotiate, hoping to buy himself time. "Where did we go wrong with you? Name your price! Anything you want—just say it!"

But he'd chosen the wrong man to bargain with. Downey had already made up his mind.

He wasn't going to leave any survivors. If word got out, the vampires would mount a full-scale retaliation. It was better to end it all here and now.

"For the glory of vampires!" someone suddenly screamed, launching a rocket without warning.

The explosion hit Optimus Prime dead-on, blasting off some of his parts.

"Glory, my ass! Who the hell is messing with me now?!" the vampire leader cursed, his fury mixing with panic. He knew the attack had doomed them all.

Downey had enough. He was already injured—thankfully, it was a knife wound and not a vampire bite, which would've been far worse.

He commanded Optimus Prime to open fire, unleashing a barrage of rockets and Vulcan gunfire that obliterated the vampire leader.

The massacre continued. Downey sustained several more injuries, mostly gunshot wounds to his legs.

But by the end of it, the bar was in ruins, and the vampires and Vampire followers lay dead. Taking advantage of the night, Downey slipped away, his mission complete.

That same night, a rumor began to circulate in the underground world:

The mechanic, Downey, had tangled with the vampires once again—and he had come out on top, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

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Sayo nara~~