The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

the next day.

early morning.

The entrance to the apartment building.

Locke, who hadn't slept all night but didn't really need to sleep anymore, changed into a new suit and stood inside the apartment building. His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, gazed thoughtfully at the sunlight scattered on the ground outside.

His vampire genes upgraded from level E to level B, a total of three levels, and he also eliminated the three negative effects brought about by his vampire abilities.

Ultraviolet radiation is suppressed.

Thirst.

There are also sacred artifacts that can counteract this.

However, the negative effect of the suppression he suffered during the day was not eliminated.

After all, there are times when things need to be done quickly and times when they need to be done slowly.

Whether it's ultraviolet radiation, blood thirst, or the restraint of sacred artifacts, these three are all fatal weaknesses, and Locke will definitely prioritize eliminating these three.

The most important thing.

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

Nightcrawler: "Cold you, cold night, you have become the darling of the night. In the darkness, your strength will be enhanced to a certain extent, but as a price, your abilities will be weakened when you venture out during the day. It's not fatal, but it's still uncomfortable."

Since it is the darling of the night, it will naturally be the enemy of the day.

To gain something, you must give something in return.

This is the truth.

and so……

After Locke realized that the daylight was only a suppressive force and not a fatal one, he did not choose to eliminate him immediately during the upgrade.

He was just thinking about how the system said that being in the daytime would weaken him, but he didn't know exactly how it would weaken him.

after awhile.

Locke shook his head, made up his mind, stepped out of the apartment with his right foot, and exposed one foot to the sunlight.

In an instant, a sense of powerlessness surged into his heart and spread throughout him at an extremely rapid pace.

Locke frowned, thought for a moment, and then completely exposed himself to the sunlight.

The morning sunlight instantly enveloped him.

The feeling of powerlessness spread throughout my body.

but……

Okay.

If his combat power was 1 before he fused with the vampire gene, then his combat power is 5 after he fused with the vampire gene.

This is only the result of fusing E-grade vampire genes.

He has already upgraded his vampire gene ability level to B grade.

Based on Locke's own standards, after upgrading to B-rank, his combat power would have soared to at least twenty-five.

wrong.

To be precise, it's twenty.

Because of the 'Nightwalker' buff last night, when the night ended and the sun rose, he could clearly feel the sharp decrease in his strength.

And right now...

He once again felt his fighting strength decrease as the sunlight shone on him.

However, it stabilized around thirteen or fourteen percent of the way down.

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

Half of the daytime combat strength?

After standing there for a while and getting used to the situation, Locke walked towards the black Audi A8 parked across the street.

He can accept the setting that his combat strength is reduced by half during the day.

Even if it's reduced by half, he'll still make a profit, since his combat strength was already at the beginning.

Besides, it only reduces the effect by half during the day, not all day. If it really doesn't work, you can just accumulate enough extraordinary points, level up again, and eliminate the negative effect.

In the American comic book universe, the rich rely on technology, the poor rely on mutation, and gods rely on bloodlines.

He's a cheater; if he uses cheats for a long enough time, he can crush everything.

To work.

Let's get to work. Let's set a small goal: try to upgrade the vampire gene to the highest level and get rid of all these damn negative attributes.

After confirming the effects of the daytime events on him, Locke didn't linger. He simply opened the door, got into his car, started the engine, and drove away from the apartment.

His rented apartment was only half an hour away from the Sentinel Special Service building.

It takes half an hour when there's no traffic, and it also takes half an hour when there is traffic.

Because from his apartment to his workplace, except for the period between 10 pm and 5 am, there is never a time when there is no traffic congestion.

After half an hour.

Locke drove past Fifth Avenue and then saw the towering New York Sentinel & Secret Service building, its exterior entirely covered in tempered glass, giving it a distinctly metallic look.

The Sentinel Building in New York City has seventy floors and is the headquarters of the New York State government.

The 30th floor from the bottom up is where the internal offices are located, and the 30th floor from the top down is where the various management departments are located.

Floors 31 to 39 in the middle are where their field sentries and special agents are stationed.

"The view from the 70th floor must be amazing."

After parking the car, Locke looked up at the seventieth floor above the clouds, smiled slightly, then looked away and followed the crowd of people going to work into the building.

Ding!

The elevator arrived at the thirty-first floor.

Locke stepped out of the elevator reserved for field staff, where Debbie, who seemed to have been waiting for a while, greeted him with a smile and handed him a cup of coffee.

"Boss, coffee."

"Thanks."

Locke took the coffee, said thank you, and then looked at Debbie, who had a slightly surprised expression, and smiled, "What's wrong?"

Debbie glanced at Locke's right hand as he took the coffee, then thought for a moment and said, "Boss, why are your hands so cold? Did you catch a cold?"

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

Debbie nodded and said "oh," without dwelling on it too much.

Locke walked directly toward the office area where his sentry group was located.

"Where's Jack?"

"I went to the IT office with Brown."

"Some of Lindsay Perrin's data has been protected, and Jack and Brown went to the information office to have it deciphered."

Lindsay Perrin is the vampire from yesterday.

"Being protected?" Locke frowned, asking curiously, "By whom?"

Debbie opened her mouth, just about to speak.

Just as she was about to answer, the door to the office of the Assistant Sentry Supervisor was pushed open, and a middle-aged balding man who looked to be around forty-five years old, about 1.7 meters tall, and somewhat overweight walked out and answered Locke's question: "He's under FBI protection."

The middle-aged man named Walter Herman was the supervisor of the sentry group and Locke's superior.

Locke frowned as he listened to his boss's reply.

"FBI, is this Lindsay Perrin one of their people?"

"have no idea."

Walter shrugged. "The FBI just called. They'll be coming to take over the case."

Locke raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

Debbie, standing nearby, said somewhat agitatedly, "But this case is ours, and we killed the people, and we're dead..."

Walter interrupted Debbie, asking, "Is this guy a mutant?"

"Uh..." Debbie hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "No..."

Upon hearing this, Walter chuckled and said, "That settles it then."

Done.

Walter turned his gaze to Locke: "If he's not a mutant, hand over the case when the FBI arrives."

Locke nodded.

Walter stopped talking, turned around, closed the office door, lay back down on the sofa, and covered himself with the blanket.

Sleep is very important for people in middle age.

Debbie watched the office door close again, then saw Locke walking ahead, and quickly followed after him: "Boss, we're not really going to hand over the case, are we? Brown definitely won't agree."

Locke looked at Debbie, who had caught up with him, and said, "What can we do if she doesn't agree? Walter just made it very clear that Lindsay Perrin is definitely not a mutant."

Their Sentinel Special Operations Department has absolute priority in law enforcement matters concerning mutants and mutant crimes.

Forget the FBI, even the Secret Service, which protects the president, would have to step aside if mutants were involved.

But if the suspect isn't a mutant, then the Sentinel Special Operations Department has to step aside.

but……

Are we sure it will be the FBI coming later?

It's probably a fake.

Locke smiled to himself.

……