The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

The next day.

Early morning.

At the door of the apartment.

Locke, who hadn't slept all night but didn't need to sleep much now, 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.

Ultraviolet restraint.

Blood thirst.

And holy weapon restraint.

But the negative effect of daytime suppression on him was not removed.

After all, everything has its urgency and slowness.

Whether it is ultraviolet rays, blood thirst, or holy weapon restraint, these three are fatal weaknesses, and Locke must give priority to eliminating these three.

The most important point.

Daytime suppression, this negative effect, is said to be negative but it is not negative. He is bound 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 night, 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 also uncomfortable)"

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

If you want to get something, you must pay something.

This is the truth.

So...

After Locke found that the daytime was just suppressing him, not fatal, he did not choose to remove him at the first time when upgrading.

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

After a while.

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

In an instant, a feeling of powerlessness came directly to his heart and spread over him at a very fast speed.

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

The morning sun instantly enveloped him.

The feeling of weakness also spread to all parts of his body.

But...

It's okay.

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

This is just the E-level vampire gene.

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

According to Locke's own standard, after upgrading to B-level, his combat power has at least soared to twenty-five.

No.

To be precise, it is twenty.

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 now...

He once again felt that his combat power was declining again with the sunlight shining on his body.

But when it dropped to about thirteen or fourteen, it stabilized.

So, the combat power is twenty-five at night and thirteen during the day?

The combat power is reduced by half during the day?

After standing there for a while and adapting to this state, Locke walked towards the black Audi A8 parked across the street.

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

Even if it was reduced by half, he would still make a profit, after all, at the beginning, his combat power was one.

Besides, it was only reduced by half during the day, not by half throughout the day. If it really didn't work, he could wait until he had enough extraordinary points and then upgrade to another 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 blood.

He is a cheater, as long as the cheat time is strong enough, he can beat everything.

Go to work.

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

After Locke finally confirmed the impact of the day on him, he opened the door and got in the car without any stop, started the car and left the apartment.

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

Half an hour when there is no traffic jam, and 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.

Half an hour later.

Locke drove across Fifth Avenue, and then he saw the New York Sentinel Secret Service Building, which was towering into the sky, with tempered glass all over the exterior walls and a metallic texture.

The Sentinel Secret Service Building in New York has a total of 70 floors and is the headquarters of New York State.

Counting from the bottom to the top, the 30th floor is where the internal office is located, and counting from the top to the bottom, the 30th floor is where the various management departments are located.

The 31st to 39th floors in the middle are where their field sentinels and secret services are located.

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

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

Ding!

The elevator arrived at the 31st floor.

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

"Boss, coffee."

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"Thank you."

Locke took the coffee, said thank you, and then looked at Debbie who looked surprised and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Debbie glanced at Locke's right hand that took the coffee and thought for a moment: "Boss, why are your hands so cold? Do you have a cold?"

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

Debbie nodded without worrying too much.

Locke walked directly towards the office area where their sentinel group was located.

"Where's Jack."

"Went to the information office with Brown."

"Part of Lindsay Perrin's information has been protected. Jack and Brown went to the Information Office to find someone to decipher it."

Lindsay Perrin is the vampire from yesterday.

"Protected?" Locke frowned and asked curiously: "Protected by who?"

Debbie opened her mouth and was about to speak.

Just when she was about to answer, the office of the Assistant Sentinel Supervisor with a hanging hanging on the door was pushed open, followed by a middle-aged balding man who was about forty-five years old, about 1.7 meters tall, and looked a bit fat. He came out and answered the question that Locke just asked: "Protected by the FBI."

The middle-aged Shet man named Walter Herman is the supervisor in charge of the Sentinel Group and Locke's immediate boss.

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

"FBI, is this Lindsey Perrin one of theirs?"

"have no idea."

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

Locke raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

Debbie on the side was a little excited and said: "But this case belongs to us, and we also killed the person, and we are still dead..."

Walter directly interrupted Debbie: "Is this guy a mutant?"

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

When Walter heard this, he laughed directly, and then said: "Then it's over."

Finished.

Walter set his sights on Locke: "If it's not a mutant, the FBI people will come over and hand over the case."

Locke nodded.

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

When people reach middle age, sleep is very important.

Debbie looked at the re-closed office door, then looked at Locke, who was already walking forward, and quickly chased after him: "Boss, we are not really going to hand over the case, and Brown certainly won't. Promised."

Locke looked at Debbie who was chasing him: "What can you do if you don't agree? Walter just made it very clear that Lindsay Perrin is indeed not a mutant."

Their Sentinel Secret Service has absolute law enforcement priority when it comes to mutants and mutant crimes.

Not to mention the FBI, even if the Secret Service comes to protect the president, when it comes to mutants, they have to stand aside.

But if the suspect is not a mutant, then their Sentinel Secret Service will have to step aside.

but……

Are you sure the person coming later will be from the FBI?

I'm afraid it's not a fake.

Locke smiled inwardly.

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