Vampire Cultivation System in a Hidden World of Monsters-Chapter 177 - 178: Bulletproof

Hope and I arrived at the bank on the Phantom, my motorcycle. This was the most recent heist perpetrated by the jewel thieves. We walked up to the police line.

"Can you let us through? We’re conducting an investigation," I said to the police officer standing in our way.

"With what agency?" He said.

"My agency," I said. "We do monster on human and monster on monster crimes. We’d probably do human on monster crimes too, but we haven’t encountered any of those yet."

"With what authority are you conducting these investigations? If you aren’t with the government, then you don’t belong here," he said.

"With this authority," I said, as unclasped his gun holster and removed his gun. I did it with inhuman speed. There seemed to be some other mechanism to stop me from grabbing his gun, but I yanked it so hard, whatever it was just broke.

I pulled up the gun and aimed it at my head. I pulled the trigger, and the gun went off. The bullet flattened against my skull. It hurt slightly but not much. Not enough to bruise. The more I cultivated, the stronger I got just passively, even though I wasn’t specifically training physical strength or durability anymore.

I handed the gun back to the officer. "I conduct these investigations under the authority of my strength. I am the strongest man you will ever meet. If I wanted to, I could just walk through you to the crime scene, but I’d rather not hurt anyone today. At least, not unless I have to," I said.

"Now, will you let me pass?"

The police officer ignored me and picked up his radio. "Hey, Pete. You gotta get down here and see this. Some guy shot himself with my gun and he’s fine. He’s like bulletproof or something."

"I’m on my way," a voice said on the other line. Presumably Pete. He sounded like he had food in his mouth.

"I’ll let you past if my commanding officer let’s you past," he said, grinning like he’s just won the lottery.

Pete arrived on the scene, stuffing a croissant in his mouth. A few seconds later, several police cars arrived.

Over a dozen officers got out of the cars and came up to me, Pete, Hope, and the guy I first talked to.

"You better not be pulling my leg, Pete. Because I will shoot this guy to prove you wrong. Don’t think I won’t," one of the younger but not young guys said.

"Hey, I’m just relaying what Paul told me," Pete said. "Hey, guy, is it true that you’re bulletproof?"

"Yes, I’m bulletproof," I said, blinking. "And monsters exist. And I’m not joking about either of those things."

"Yeah, yeah, monsters exist. That was last week. That’s old news by now, but nobody said there’d be someone who was bulletproof. This I gotta see. I’ve always wanted to unload on a guy and have him not die," Pete said, pulling out his gun.

"Whoa!" I said. "Let’s step away from the civilians so you don’t accidentally miss and hit someone." I walked out of the way, where there was no one standing or walking behind me.

All of the police officers lined up like a firing squad. I mean, they were a firing squad. They just weren’t going to kill me. They’d try though.

"You all get one clip, ok? You should save some bullets in case actual bad guys show up," I said.

"Hey man! Why you gotta be my mom?" he said.

"I’m just trying to be smart, but fuck me right?" I said.

They all got their guns out. One guy even brought a shotgun. They all aimed at me.

"Is everyone ready?" Pete said.

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

They all stated their readiness.

"Fire!" Pete said.

They all unloaded their guns on me in various locations and at different rates of fire. They all unloaded one clip or all rounds in the case of the shotgun guy. One guy got me in the eye.

I put my hand over my eye, and said, "Ah!"

"You ok, guy?" Pete said.

"My name is Dylan, but yes I’m fine. It just felt weird. It was like getting poked in the eye," I said, peeling the flattened bullet off the surface of my eye.

"Ok, good, Dylan. Let’s go again, boys!" Pete said.

They all reloaded and emptied another clip into me. And another. They shot me so many times that they ripped my clothes to shreds. My pants were hanging on by a thread and then they finally gave up. My pants and underwear fell down and exposed me from the waist down.

They all suddenly stopped. It was pure silence for a good 10 seconds, and then a guy said, "Why is your dick so big?"

"You got some balls, boy!" One of them said. I think they were hiding behind other people so they couldn’t be seen when they said it.

"It’s a vampire thing," I said, as I looked through the system menu.

"You’re a vampire? Why are you out in the sun?" Pete said.

"I can turn on immunity if I concentrate. I’m the strongest vampire in the US basically," I said.

"That explains a lot, but it doesn’t explain your dick and ball size," he said.

"I started with 9.5 inches and then I just added an extra half inch. The balls I did on purpose so I could cum more and faster," I said.

"That literally illuminates nothing. It just adds more questions," Pete said.

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I found what I was looking for in my system menu and purchased new clothes. My shredded pants and shirt and jacket disappeared into my inventory and new clothes replaced them.

"Did he just materialize pants?" A guy said.

"Also, a vampire thing," I said.

"Can we please investigate the crime scene?" Hope said, partly as a request and partly out of frustration.

"Yes, you may. Being literally bulletproof kind of supersedes our authority, and things have been so crazy with the monster business that we’ll take all the help we can get. As long as you share your findings with us, of course," Pete said.

"Of course," I said. "I don’t know what good it’ll do you, but I’ll share."

"Hey, since you have really big balls, if I kicked you in the balls would it hurt more?" One of the younger officers said.

"No. It would actually hurt you more. It might end up injuring your leg. My balls are as hard as steel," I said.

"Can I feel them?" He said.

"Uh, no? I don’t roll that way," I said.

"Neither do I, but it’s like looking at those huge bodybuilder dudes. It’s almost confusing how they can get so big," he said.

"I kind of understand what you’re saying, but still no. You can kick me in the balls. I wouldn’t care, but your foot would care," I said.

"Ok," the man looked disappointed.

I felt a little bad. It was like he was seeing a celebrity and I was shooting him down. "Do you have a pen or a marker?" I said.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" He said, confused.

"I’ll sign your titty or whatever. You get to go home with a souvenir, and I don’t have to feel bad for not letting you touch my balls," I said. "Does that sound like a deal?"

"Sure!" He said.

He ripped open his shirt and I signed my name on his chest. Then I closed the marker and gave it back to him.

"Thanks," he said, all cool.

"You’re welcome," I said. I turned and walked away.

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I chuckled to myself and wondered what we would find inside the bank.