Chapter 8 Establish A Little Aim

the next day.

early morning.

The main entrance of the apartment.

James, who hadn't slept all night but no longer needed to sleep, changed into a new suit and stood inside the door of the apartment. His eyes hidden behind his sunglasses looked thoughtfully at the sunlight scattered on the ground outside.

The vampire gene was upgraded from level E to level B, a total of three levels, and he also eliminated the three negative effects brought by the vampire ability.

UV suppression.

Blood thirst.

There is also the restraint of holy artifacts.

However, the negative effect of Daytime's suppression on him was not eliminated.

After all, everything has its urgency and its slowness.

Whether it's ultraviolet rays, blood thirst, or holy weapon restraint, these three are fatal weaknesses. James will definitely prioritize eliminating these three.

The most important thing.

 suppression, this negative effect, is not really negative, as it is tied to the darling of the night.

"Night Walker: "Cold you, cold night, you have become the darling of the night. When you are in the dark, your strength will be improved to a certain extent, but as a price, when you go out in the daytime, your ability will be weakened. Although it is not fatal, it is uncomfortable)"

Since you are the darling of the night, you will naturally be the enemy of the day.

If you want something, you have to pay something.

This is the truth.

and so...

After James discovered that Bai Ri only suppressed him but was not fatal, he did not choose to eliminate him immediately when upgrading.

He was just thinking about it. The system said that the sunlight would weaken him in the daytime, but how exactly would it weaken him?

after awhile.

James shook his head, made up his mind, took his right foot, stepped out of the apartment door, and exposed one of his feet to the sun.

In an instant, a feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart and spread throughout his body at an extremely fast speed.

James frowned, thought about it, and then exposed himself completely to the sun.

The morning sun instantly enveloped him.

The feeling of powerlessness also spread to every part of the body.

but...

Okay.

If his combat power was one before he fused the vampire gene, then his combat power was five after he fused the vampire gene.

This is just the fusion of E-level vampire genes.

He has upgraded the ability level of his vampire gene to B level.

According to James own standard, after upgrading to Class B, his combat power soared to at least twenty-five.

wrong.

Twenty to be exact.

Because of the bonus of "Night Walker" last night, when the night passed and the day rose, he could clearly feel the sharp decline in his strength.

And right now...

He once again felt his fighting power decreasing as the sunlight shone on his body.

However, after it dropped sharply to around thirteen or fourteen, it tended to stabilize.

So, the combat power is 25 at night and 13 during the day?

The daytime combat power is reduced by half? After standing there for a while and adapting to the situation, James walked towards the black Audi A8 parked across the road.

He could accept the setting where his combat power was reduced by half during the day.

Even if it was cut in half, he would still make a profit. After all, at the beginning, his fighting power was only one.

Besides, it only reduces half of the damage during the day, not all day. If it really doesn't work, wait until you have accumulated enough extraordinary points, then upgrade to the next level to eliminate this negative effect.

In the American comic universe, the rich rely on technology, the poor rely on mutations, and the gods rely on bloodline.

He is a cheater, and as long as the timing of cheating is strong enough, he can beat everything.

To work.

Work hard, set a small goal, and strive to upgrade the vampire gene to the highest level first, and eliminate all these damn negative attributes.

After James finally confirmed the impact on him during the day, he opened the door, got in the car without any hesitation, started the car and left the apartment.

The apartment he rented was only half an hour away from the Sentinel Special Service Building.

It takes half an hour when there is no traffic jam, and it takes half an hour when there is traffic jam. Because from his apartment to his workplace, except for the period from 10 pm to 5 am, there is no traffic jam at other times.

After half an hour.

James drove past Fifth Avenue and soon saw the New York Sentinel Secret Service Building, which was towering into the sky and had an exterior wall covered with tempered glass and a metallic feel.

The Sentinel Secret Service Building in New York has a total of seventy floors and is the headquarters of the State of New York.

The thirty floors from the bottom up are where the internal offices are located, and the thirty floors from the top down are where the various management departments are located.

The 31st to 39th floors in the middle are where their field sentinels and special agents are stationed.

"It must be nice to stand on the 70th floor and look down."

After James parked the car, he looked up at the 70th floor above the clouds, couldn't help but smile, then he retracted his gaze and followed the crowd of people who were going to work into the building.

Ding! The elevator arrived at the thirty-first floor.

James walked out of the elevator reserved for field staff. Mary, who seemed to have been waiting in the elevator for a while, greeted him with a smile and handed him the coffee.

"Boss, coffee."

"Thank you."

James took the coffee, said thank you, then looked at Mary who looked a little surprised and smiled: "What's wrong?"

Mary glanced at James right hand that had taken the coffee, and thought for a moment: "Boss, why are your hands so cold? Do you have a cold?"

James raised an eyebrow and waved his hand: "The air conditioning in the car is set too low."

Mary said "oh" and nodded without thinking too much.

James walked straight towards the office area where their group of sentinels was located.

"Where's David."

"I went to the information office with Michael."

"Some of Perrin's data has been protected. David and Michael went to the Information Office to find someone to decipher it."

Perrin, the vampire from yesterday.

"Protected?" James frowned and asked curiously, "Protected by whom?"

Mary opened her mouth and was about to speak.

Just as she was about to answer, the door of the office with the Assistant Sentinel Supervisor's name on it was pushed open, and then a middle-aged bald man, about 45 years old, about 1.7 meters tall, and looking a little fat, walked out and answered James question just now: "He is under the protection of the FBI."

The middle-aged man was called Oliver Hermann. He was the supervisor of Sentinel Group 1 and James immediate superior.

James frowned as he listened to his boss's answer.

"FBI, is this Perrin their man?"

"do not know."

Oliver shrugged: "The FBI just called, they will come and take over the case."

James raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Mary on the side said excitedly: "But this case is ours, and we killed the man, and we died..."

Oliver interrupted Mary directly: "Is this guy a mutant?"

"Uh..." Mary hesitated and shook her head: "No."

Hearing this, Oliver laughed directly, and then said, "That's it."

Done.

Oliver set his eyes on James: "If he is not a mutant, the FBI will come and hand over the case."

James nodded.

Oliver stopped talking, turned around, closed the door of the office, lay back on the sofa, and covered himself with a blanket.

Sleep is very important when you reach middle age.

Mary looked at the office door that had closed again, and then looked at James who was already walking forward, and hurriedly chased after him: "Boss, we are not really going to hand over the case, are we? Michael will definitely not agree."

James looked at Mary who caught up to him and said, "What can I do if she doesn't agree? Oliver just said it very clearly, Lindsay Perrin is indeed not a mutant."

Their Sentinel Special Service has absolute law enforcement priority over mutants and mutant crimes.

Not to mention the FBI, even if the Secret Service who is responsible for protecting the president came, they would have to stand aside when it comes to mutants.

But if the suspect is not a mutant, then the Sentinelese Secret Service will have to stand aside.

but...

Are you sure that the people coming later will be the FBI? I'm afraid it's a fake.

James smiled in his heart.

...

(End of this chapter)