Chapter 9 Vampires, No It's Mutants

Vampires are under the jurisdiction of the FBI? This joke is not funny at all.

It's not like James has no classmates who have joined the FBI. In federal political and law enforcement agencies, Harvard and Yale are two separate pictures.

Again.

His first target in the past two years was the supernatural creature vampire. If the FBI was in charge of vampires, would he have to wait until today? James once borrowed a classmate's FBI account and logged into the internal system. Not to mention vampires, even the number of serial killers that the FBI has not found exceeds three digits.

and so...

This looks like a law enforcement agency with no law enforcement authority on federal land acting in the name of the FBI.

He didn't say who it was.

I understand everything I understand.

Besides, we'll know whether it is true or not when we get there.

after awhile.

David and Michael, who had just gone to the information office, also came back with the news that the case would be transferred to the FBI.

Michael walked up to James with an unpleasant look on his face and said, "James, this case cannot be handed over to the FBI."

What a joke.

The dead were his team members, not FBI agents. Why should the case be handed over to the FBI?

Sitting in his seat, James, who had just opened his computer, looked up at Michael without blinking and sighed: "Michael, the rules are there."

In non-mutant cases, the Sentinelese does not have any law enforcement powers.

Hearing this, Michael took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice: "James, the dead are our people."

James glanced at Michael, frowned, and did not respond to the question. Instead, he changed the subject and asked, "Did you find anything in the information office?"

Michael frowned.

David on the side said quickly: "Not much, but his credit card bill shows that he goes to a bar called 'Satan' every night."

James raised an eyebrow.

"every day?"

David nodded, "Yes, most of the time it's around 3:30 at night."

As he spoke, David handed James the credit card bill that he had just printed out from the Information Department.

James took the information handed over by David and nodded thoughtfully.

Look, the second and even more vampires have been found.

Low-level vampires need to drink blood every day, otherwise their bodies will start to become weak.

only...

"How much is this consumption?"

James looked at the amount shown on the credit card bill and looked up at David: "He spends three hundred dollars a night. Where is his source of income?"

My goodness, even if he spent three hundred a day, he wouldn't dare to be so extravagant.

James current annual salary is around US$120,000, which translates to about US$10,000 per month, or US$2,500 per week.

This salary seems like a lot, but it's actually not that much.

The rent for the apartment just across from Central Park is two thousand dollars a month.

Not to mention that he is still paying off student loans every month.

This does not include the monthly expenses for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

At the beginning of this year, James became a senior agent, his salary increased, and he also received financial support from his high-paid wife from time to time, otherwise he would have really become a moonlighter.

But what did he see on the bill? Every day, every night, between 3:30 and 4:00, a consistent consumption of three hundred dollars?

Three hundred a day, two thousand one a week, ninety thousand a month, and one million eight hundred a year.

hiss.

He had heard that every vampire was a hidden wealthy man, but this level of consumption was too exaggerated.

"Uh..."

David and Michael listened to James calculations and felt something was wrong. They looked at each other. Michael shook his head and said, "We found out that he has an overseas bank card. A consulting agency regularly remits money to him every month. When we found this consulting agency, the system triggered the blocking of his information."

James touched his chin: "Informant fee?"

Michael said in a deep voice: "In short, this case cannot be handed over to the FBI, James."

James looked at Michael, who spoke in a low voice, and couldn't help laughing: "When did I ever say I would hand over this case?"

Michael frowned.

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to..."

"The dead person is not a mutant, so this case is not our responsibility."

"Uh..."

"But the one who died now was a mutant who could turn into a vampire, right? The color of the test tube did change, didn't we all see it?"

"..."

Eyes facing each other.

Michael looked at James eyes and the expression on his face. After a moment of hesitation, he looked at David next to him, and then an inexplicable expression appeared on his face.

Then the two of them nodded in unison towards James.

"Yes, that's right, we saw it."

"That's okay."

James laughed again and spread his hands and said, "Since the dead are mutants, then who should we transfer this case to?"

Only the Sentinel Secret Service has the authority to take over mutants and mutant cases.

The kind that no other law enforcement agency can do anything about.

He never thought of transferring the case, even though he was sure that the FBI agent who would come was not a real FBI agent but an imposter from an illegal organization.

That's right, I'm talking about you, S.H.I.E.L.D.

James has no interest in deliberately making things difficult for S.H.I.E.L.D. If there is any difficulty, it was S.H.I.E.L.D. that made things difficult for him first.

But he was still hoping to expand his extraordinary diet through the vampire that died yesterday.

Now this situation is very similar to something.

James prepared the ingredients and was about to start cooking, but the people from SHIELD planned to pack up his ingredients and even the cooking utensils and take them away without even consulting him.

Who can bear this.

It's true that he doesn't want to get too involved with SHIELD, but that doesn't mean he will remain indifferent even if they come to slap him in the face.

Again.

Not only did five people in his group die, but the case was also taken away. If people from other groups knew about this, they would laugh at him for who knows how long.

Especially Michael, what if he gets disappointed? He was still counting on Michael to give him extraordinary points.

and so...

The one who died yesterday was never a vampire, but a mutant with abilities very similar to those of a vampire.

That's what they wrote in their report.

James glanced at David and Michael, who looked at each other with a hint of excitement on their faces, checked the time on his watch, and said to David, "The FBI is probably on the way, so, David, you'd better finish writing yesterday's case report before they get here, and then send it to Oliver for his signature."

Once the report is submitted, the evidence is irrefutable and no one will be able to escape death.

The ones who are said to be dead are mutants whose mutant abilities are very similar to those of vampires, that is, mutants.

David quickly came to his senses after hearing these words and walked towards his position.

"I finished writing the report yesterday. I'll check it again and hand it in."

"...I'll help you."

Michael also turned around and caught up with David, intending to help David speed up.

James looked at the two people leaving, smiled and said nothing.

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(End of this chapter)