Bloodsucker?

Blade?

David accepted the memories instilled by the system, and his thoughts were scattered, and he was a little stunned for a while.

Recall about the Blade Warriors.

Thanks to the improved memory, a lot of information comes to mind in an instant.

Combined with the system's providence, his identity as Tim Keney, is the leader of the Vampire Radical faction, the minion of Deacon Frost, the memory of his work.

David quickly understood his current situation.

The biggest threat to this identity at the moment should come from the leader of the Vampire Radical faction, Deacon Frost.

Frost may have sensed that he was betraying him, and was ready to take some kind of action against him, such as eating him as blood food, etc.

It doesn't really matter.

David is no longer the average college student in Hell's Kitchen who has no accumulation before.

Today, he is the chairman of Fisker Pharmaceuticals, and works closely with S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra, Dr. Dark Night Michael Morbius, Dr. Lizard Curt Connors, and the researcher and creator of the Desperate Virus, Aldrezie Killian, and Maya Hansen, are all his employees;

He is also the emperor of the New York underworld, the younger brother of Jin Ji, another major leader of the East Coast underworld, underground forces such as the Brotherhood and the Hand Association, the FBI, city councilors, the Senate, governors, judges, prosecutors and other official institutions, all have people who can be used by him;

It is also a person who has mastered the extraordinary ability of bat ability after being injected with bat serum.

In short, David has the capital to flip the table with anyone.

I don't feel inferior.

Moreover, judging from the situation in his memory, although the power of Deacon Frost is not small, he is not the only one in the vampire community.

There are the twelve elders of the Vampire Council, who lead the conservative purebred vampires against Frost, who is the leader of the radical faction.

Therefore, in the face of this identity mission, he has to change his thinking.

Not hibernating, but direct.

The thought flashed, and David smiled and looked back at the lab.

He could feel Wesley's heartbeat getting steady.

Everything is moving in a better direction.

……

The next day.

A coffee shop near Imperial State University.

David sat in a chair by the window, watching the men and women passing by, most of them full of youth.

At this time, he has another perspective.

The pedestrians passing in front of you, men and women, young and old, all smell slightly different.

There is always a smell of rust on the body of a part of the crowd.

It's the smell of blood.

On closer inspection, it can be found that the back of these people's necks is also printed with a tattoo about half the size of a fuel lighter, with a special symbol.

This is a tattoo used within the vampire community to distinguish factions.

David has such a mark on the back of his neck, indicating that he is a minion of Frost.

"Minions" describes humans who work for vampires.

David was somewhat averse to this kind of thing, and planned to cut off the tattoo on the back of his neck in a while, anyway, with his regenerative properties, it would be restored in a few minutes.

Da-da-da-da!

The sound of familiar footsteps rings in my ears.

David looked up at the door of the coffee shop, a bald man in a suit, and Sitwell smiled and sat down at the table he was at.

"Nice to see you again."

Sitwell's smile was like a spring breeze, and although he was bald, it gave him an indescribable sense of affinity.

"What do you want to drink, sir?"

Golden, thin waist, big waves, a fusion of the major characteristics of a beautiful woman, the white skin of the coffee shop waitress, enthusiastically came to the two of them.

"A latte, thank you."

After Sitwell finished speaking, he saw David seeing the waiter of the coffee shop go away, and said with a smile: "She is very beautiful." ”

"Yes, pretty women are usually dangerous."

"Closer to home, Mr. Sitwell, as you can see, Fisker Pharmaceuticals has a proven track record of cross-species gene transfer, but that experience cannot be applied to everyone......," David said.

"That's enough."

Sitwell didn't care.

He did know a lot about the inner workings of Fisker Pharmaceutical.

It is true that bat serum cannot be applied on a large scale due to its flawed design principles, so it is not felt that David is lying.

But even so, it proves the value of Fisker Pharmaceuticals.

"Fisker Pharma has proven its worth, and after internal discussions, we are ready to strengthen Fisker Pharma's investment."

Sitwell paused and emphatically said, "There are two main aspects. ”

David snorted, "Please." ”

"First of all, we will mobilize relevant forces to fully reconcile the contradictions between Fisker Pharma and Oscop, and from now on, Osbor will not become a threat to Fisker Pharma."

Sitwell's tone was firm: "The reason why I say this is based on what happened last night. I have to congratulate you again, Mr. Fisk. ”

In this sentence, he changed his name to David and became Mr. Fisk.

A pun intended.

"What about the second one?"

David began with a little nonchalant, stirring the coffee in front of him with a spoon.

"The second aspect is also related to Osben."

Sitwell said slowly: "We promise to do everything in our power to help Fisker Pharmaceuticals annex Osben. ”

David paused, his eyes slightly condensed, and looked at the bald man in front of him.

He doesn't deny his heartbeat.

This is much more exciting than the so-called buying low and selling high in the stock market.

If Fisker Pharmaceutical can annex Osben, it will undoubtedly represent another solid step in the Marvel world.

He asked, "How can I believe that you have this ability?" ”

David actually believed it, but he wanted to know the basis for what Sitwell said.

"We have a good relationship with many of Osbourne's shareholders."

Sitwell said lightly, suggesting, "As long as there is a crisis in Osben, we have a reason to convene a board of directors and re-elect the chairman." ”

"Very good."

David understood, unabashedly, and nodded, "You will soon wait for this opportunity." ”

When it comes to this, there is really not much more to say from both sides.

Sitwell was about to take his leave.

"By the way, Fisker Pharmaceuticals is recently launching a human body optimization program that can cure some diseases, achieve longevity, slow down aging, make people younger, and at the same time make people stronger."

David smiled: "This is not a super soldier project, but it may be of some help to you, and you are welcome to become a customer of Fisker Pharmaceutical." ”

Sitwell's footsteps paused, and a look of uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

Human Optimization Project ......

The name I had never heard of before, and even members of Fisker Pharmaceuticals had not disclosed the details of the project.

He gave David a deep look and smiled:

"Of course, I'd love to."

……

Seeing Sitwell leave, the beautiful waitress came to the table with a latte and said in surprise, "Tim, your guest is gone?" ”

"Yes, I don't want this cup of coffee, keep it for myself, he should have paid for it."

David got up, ready to leave.

"Hey, I heard Quinn was looking for you, what's going on?"

The waitress stopped him, blinked with big eyes, stepped forward to hold his arm, and said with a hint of temptation in her tone, and smiled: "Is it true that you are about to become a descendant of Mr. Frost?" ”

"So what?"

David replied vigorously, looking at the woman in front of him interrogatively, the indifference in his eyes lingering.

"If you have the opportunity to attend a party given by Mr. Frost, I don't think you will be stingy with a female companion like me."

The waitress took a warm business card from her chest, stuffed it into his palm, kissed him the cheek, and twisted her waist to leave.

Sanna Laisai!

David glanced at the business card and threw it into the trash, his eyes falling on the tattoo on the back of the woman's neck.

There is no doubt that this woman is a vampire admirer and a vampire's minions in the city.

This is very common.

New York, as a cosmopolitan city, is the favorite city of vampires and the city with the highest population density of vampires, without one.

Whether it's a pure-blooded vampire or a late-stage transformed vampire, you can find something you love in this city.

Not to mention, there are so many human minions in the city, blindfolded by desire.

The footprints of vampires cover the entire city, and all aspects of society have traces left by them.

From David's point of view, that's a good thing.

Injected with bat serum, he has the ability to be a bat, and he can be regarded as a member of the vampire group.

He doesn't have the weaknesses of a vampire, but he has powers that rival or even exceed those of a vampire.

He's not anyone's blood, but rather like the ancestor of the vampires, able to evolve into another vampire race.

If I have to say, there is a person who is in a similar state to him.

Blade Warrior, the "Daywalker" in the mouth of vampires, Eric Blade.

A man with half-human, half-vampire blood.

……

Doorway.

Wesley, as the driver, casually leaned on the body of the car, waiting for the owner to talk in the coffee shop.

A cigarette was pulled out of the cigarette case.

There are no lighters.

The left hand covers the fingers of the right hand, and the fingers become red, like a soldering iron that has been burned red by thousands of degrees of heat.

Zizizizi!

There was a sound of high temperature scorching in my ears.

"Whew-"

The cigarette was lit, and Wesley took a deep breath and spat out a smoke ring with a look of pleasure on his face.

After smoking one cigarette, I immediately felt out the second one, and repeated the action of lighting the cigarette with my fingers, and had a lot of fun.

"The power of the Desperate Virus isn't for lighting a cigarette for you."

The voice came.

Wesley looked up and saw David walking out of the coffee shop.

"You have to admit that this ability is perfect for people who throw lighters a lot."

Wesley shrugged.

At this time, he was in good health, alive and kicking, and he didn't see the pain of dying last night.

After being injected with the imperfect virus, Wesley was not only reborn, but his body also underwent earth-shaking changes.

Strength, stamina, reflexes, and the ability to regenerate the body have reached a level beyond the ordinary.

Coupled with the original talent for spear throwing skills, after the adrenaline explosion, he can also make his ability soar by more than one level.

Wesley's current combat power is no less than that of street heroes such as Luke Cage, or even better.

The only thing to worry about is that his current body is at risk of explosion at any time.

And an adrenaline rush increases this risk.

It's a skill that hurts 1,000 enemies and 800 self-damage.

"Every time you use your ability, you become a human blink and the risk of explosion increases, and I don't want to carry a bomb with me."

David advised, "You'd better control it." ”

"Dr. Connors said that using my abilities in moderation will not be good, but will strengthen my combat effectiveness." Wesley laughed, "You were there this morning and heard him say that. ”

"When Fisker Pharmaceuticals finishes moving, you can go back to being your CEO."

David got into the car and instructed Wesley, who was consciously sitting in the driver's seat, and said: "The blockade of Oscop against us will end today, and our collaborators have promised to reconcile the contradictions, so that the medicinal oil cooperated by Fisker Pharmaceuticals and the Brotherhood can be marketed as soon as possible...... This is your first job. ”

"Although Fisker Pharmaceutical is not short of money, if a company wants to grow and develop, it cannot always rely on blood transfusions from financiers."

"Fisker Pharmaceuticals now has the capacity and resources to be self-sufficient, and your current situation is not suitable for the battle, so you can focus more on learning how to be a CEO," he emphasized. ”

"To be honest, I think the position of chairman driver is more suitable for me."

Wesley sighed.

He followed David's action today, mainly because he didn't want to stay in a hospital bed all the time.

Last night, that near-death feeling was very bad and suffocating.

"Where are we going?" Wesley asked.

"Presbyterian Hospital."

David moved his body to the car, found a comfortable angle, glanced over the several motorcycles parked on the side of the road, and said, "The gunsmith, their operation is going well, we should go and pay a visit." ”

"Okay."

Wesley nodded, and just stepped on the gas.

Snort!

Suddenly, several figures appeared in front of the car.

Wesley was taken aback and slammed on the brakes, his tires rubbing against the asphalt road, leaving four deep black tire marks.

David sat in his position, leaning forward without following the inertia of the vehicle.

His eyes fell on the few people in front of the car, and there was no surprise on his face, as if he had expected it.

"Fack!"

Wesley rolled down the window and yelled at the person standing in front of the car: "Bastard, don't want to live? ”

As the words fell, he realized something was wrong.

Several people in front of him were sitting on motorcycles, wearing leather jackets and helmets, and their whole bodies were not exposed an inch, like professional motorcycle riders.

But they were motionless, and the appearance of crossing the front and back of the car exuded Sen Sen's malice.

It was clearly a deliberate attempt to get in the way.

"Who are you?"

Wesley frowned and got out of the car, intending to have a good fight with these guys.

Kim has become the underground emperor of New York, and how many of you are still going to fight against Fisk?!

Where did the soil buns come from, so I don't have the eyesight to see.

"Tim, Mr. Quinn wants to see you."

At this point, as soon as they spoke, Wesley froze again.

Tim?

Who is Tim?

Don't know if you've found the wrong person?

Where did the thugs come from to be so unprofessional?!

Just as he was about to ask a question, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Since you've been following all the way, why don't you wait for me to finish the matter before coming out...... Forget it, lead the way, and I'll follow you. ”

This is David's voice.

Wesley suddenly turned his head, and the stunned look in his eyes revealed only one doubt.

Your name is not David, how did you become Tim?