Super Detective in the Fictional World

Daywalker was stunned. “For a look?”

Luke said, “They pissed me off.”

Daywalker immediately understood; this guy wanted to look for trouble with the vampires.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and refused. “I have my own plan. You can look for trouble with them yourself.”

Luke wasn’t surprised.

It wasn’t easy to become a teammate of a person like Daywalker.

Given the sort of life he led, it was impossible for him to trust just anyone.

Luke himself only lowered his guard against other people because he now had Mental Communication and Pheromone Control.

Even Selina had gained his absolute trust only after a year of knowing each other.

Thinking quickly, he said, “Can you tell me how to find these guys? It seems they’re very good at hiding.”

This time, Daywalker didn’t hesitate to tell him a lot of tricks.

But as Luke listened, he knew that these were all essentially supplementary methods which Daywalker himself definitely didn’t use.

They weren’t useless, but they were very inefficient.

If Daywalker relied on these methods to track down vampires, he wouldn’t kill as many of them.

At most, this would only be helping the vampires eliminate some of the old, weak and sick among them.

But Luke wasn’t angry.

These methods were inefficient for Daywalker because the guy didn’t have enough resources.

His equipment, for example, wasn’t cheap. They cost more than hundreds of thousands of dollars.

However, he had no power.

Daywalker was similar to Luke from a year ago.

He had a bit of money on hand, and wasn’t worried about food, clothes, and weapons, but his hands were tied in part when it came to dealing with miscellaneous tasks and collecting intelligence.

Luke knew this feeling very well.

This was also one of the reasons why superheroes with money had it easier than ordinary superheroes.

For example, this guy who was focused on killing vampires didn’t understand the power of money.

Daywalker wasn’t a talker to begin with, and when it came to business, it was even simpler. In less than ten minutes, he was done speaking.

Luke saluted him with a beer bottle. “Thanks. This is for you.” He took out a phone and tossed it over.

Daywalker caught it.

Luke said, “It contains the contact details of a special businessman. Just destroy the phone after you memorize the number.”

Daywalker didn’t think too much of it. His equipment was specially made for dealing with vampires; there was no need to buy anything from some stranger.

Luke understood this mentality. After all, those sorts of “products” wouldn’t be sold in bulk; making them exclusive was undoubtedly a better choice.

He simply said, “You still need some support equipment. You’ll be able to jump over roofs or even fly, provided you’re capable of using the equipment.”

Stumped, Daywalker looked at the phone suspiciously.

Luke, however, had already stood up and walked out of the warehouse. “Let’s have a drink when we get the chance. Bye.”

Frowning, Daywalker watched him leave.

A moment later, he packed up and left.

He wasn’t used to strangers knowing where he stayed, not even temporarily.

However, recalling what Luke said before he left, he still opened the phone and found a file on the screen. After taking a look, he took a photo with his own phone.

He then dismantled the phone that didn’t belong to him, broke the SIM card, and took out the battery.

When he drove past the gutter outside the warehouse, he tossed the phone scraps into it and quickly left.

On the other side, Luke had already put Daywalker aside.

If the vampire nest moved frequently, it was impossible for Daywalker to kill them all.

For now, Luke still needed to deal with Bullseye.

He hadn’t obtained the guy’s abilities or experience and credit points yet. That was Luke’s main objective tonight.

The car Bullseye had taken had gone to a helicopter landing pad in downtown Rome. Bullseye got on a helicopter there and flew southeast.

Instead of following Bullseye, the four helicopters that had intercepted Luke and Daywalker flew northeast.

Luke was very clear on this because the mid-sized drone in the sky had been following Bullseye all this time.

Even though it was currently a little far away and wasn’t as easy to control, he had the drone’s location, and he wasn’t worried about losing Bullseye.

After he was some distance away from the warehouse, Luke took out the rarely-used White Wolf Armor, which was the suit that the spectators called the “Angel of Judgment.”

As an early trial product, even though Luke had modified it a fair bit after that, the armor’s performance was indeed outdated.

Luke hadn’t produced another White Wolf Armor suit since he rarely used this alias.

But this was Europe.

White Wolf had always shown up in Europe. When he rescued Tony, he had gone to Afghanistan, which lay on the southeast-southwest border.

Luke had classified White Wolf as the major alias for operations in Europe and Asia, and only used it once in a while to crack down on some terrorists.

Whether Bullseye would feel aggrieved when the Angel of Judgment came knocking wasn’t something Luke needed to consider.

The White Wolf Armor, which now had a stealth function and the arc reactor, and which had been equipped with a half-automatic gear-up function, turned into a transparent shadow that rose into the night sky and headed southeast.

In a manor in the mountains southeast of Italy, Bullseye was in a dark mood when he hung up the phone.

He had already driven the doctor away. He didn’t need treatment, but strength.

For the first time, he felt the pain of not being strong enough.

He hadn’t expected the Boogeyman to be so strong.

Worst of all, this guy seemed to have a miraculous ability to predict danger.

Not only had he avoided Bullseye’s attacks, he also avoided the final explosion.

It was impossible to get a read on this opponent.

He couldn’t beat him in close combat.

No matter how confident Bullseye was, he didn’t think that he was better at close combat than those monster assassins combined, nor did he have the practically immortal ability to recover from his injuries.

He couldn’t hit the man from a distance.

While Bullseye had confirmed this during the fight, it was further reinforced by how the Boogeyman had avoided the explosion earlier.

So, he decided to accept James Wesley’s body transformation proposal.

He had resisted the plan before because he had never encountered an opponent like the Boogeyman.

Now, he was willing to give up some things, including his pride and control of part of his body, just to kill the Boogeyman.

However, the transformation plan would have to wait until he went to another location tomorrow. James would give him one last night to adjust his mood.