American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

The underworld was in turmoil.

Although chaos was the primary characteristic of the underworld, any veteran who had been in this circle for a long time could feel the oppressive feeling of an impending storm. Many of the old-timers had wisely paused their current affairs and turned themselves into invisible men. Past experience told them that in such unfavorable situations, it was best to remain silent unless absolutely necessary.

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Every year, many newcomers joined this circle, but equally, a large number of them were eliminated. If you wanted to survive and be respected in this circle for a long time, the only way was to be strong! If you couldn't do that, then learning to assess the situation and observe the direction of the wind, waiting for the situation to become clear, was also a way to survive.

The only ones who were probably having a hard time with this turmoil were those organizations that cooperated with the vampires. Over the years, their cooperation with the vampires had formed a complete and solid industrial chain, but this time, with the vampires suddenly in a precarious situation, the most affected were these suppliers. They had resisted for their own interests, but after a few leading figures were purged, the rest also fell silent and withered.

The friendships of the underworld were so simple and pure, without emotion, only benefits.

As a purveyor of information in the underworld, Morrin had survived safely for decades like an evergreen tree. As long as you could afford the price, he could always get you the information you needed. But at the same time, he also had the sensitivity and vigilance characteristic of intelligence personnel. He usually only appeared at specific times, and it was not easy to find him normally.

But now, Morrin, wearing pajamas, was cornered in his safe house by a fully armed man wielding knives, guns, and swords.

"This place is quite nice," said Eric Brooks, known in the underworld as the Vampire Hunter, or Blade, as he looked around. It was just a remote suburban residence, not large, but decorated warmly, with a warm yellow tone that made people feel relaxed.

"How did you find this place?" Messy, grizzled hair peeked out from under his slipping sleeping cap. Morrin didn't think about grabbing the gun under his pillow. He knew how agile and experienced in combat the man in front of him was. In a fair duel with real weapons, ten of him couldn't beat one of the opponent. If the other party really wanted to do something to him, the only thing he could do was pray that he would suffer less.

"I just have some tracking methods that others don't," Eric said casually.

"Okay, okay, let's get straight to the point, what do you want to know? But I don't guarantee that I know what you want to know. The atmosphere hasn't been good lately, and I have to consider the safety of my informants," Morrin muttered, tightening the blanket, straightening the sleeping cap on his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Eric standing in front of his bed.

"Recently, there's been a group of people hunting vampires as well. Who are they? What are they hunting vampires for?" Eric asked.

"I thought you knew," Morrin glared at Eric, expressing his helplessness towards this man who was only interested in hunting vampires: "If nothing else, it's the people from the authorities. Only they can mobilize so many well-trained warriors and equipment. As for why they're hunting vampires, my intelligence channels have an unconfirmed message saying that there's a technology that can extract some kind of longevity substance from vampires. This has made some big shots very interested and tempted."

"Thank you," Eric said, backing towards the window, adding: "I owe you a favor, this is my reward."

"Wait, you better not get involved, I don't know how they'll deal with a half-human, half-vampire monster like you. What's the use of your favor if something happens to you? Don't you have any stashes, savings, or anything?"

"F*ck, can't you go through the front door! It's winter! You broke the window, how am I supposed to sleep? Can't you consider the feelings of a lonely old man?"

...

"Werewolf Project?"

Luke looked at the title of the project proposal, then looked at Dr. Tilda Jansen, who had submitted the plan.

"Yes, the military suffered some damage when capturing experimental subjects, and they want us to develop a weapon that can reduce casualties and target vampires. In my opinion, if the goal is to capture raw materials alive, then it's difficult to use lethal weapons, and vampires themselves are extremely agile and possess some special energies. I think it's better to create a nemesis for their race," Tilda said eloquently. "Based on our research and understanding of vampires, creating a nemesis is not impossible."

Luke signaled Tilda to continue with his eyes while flipping through Tilda's proposal. From the proposal, it was clear that she had put in a lot of effort.

Receiving Luke's eye signal, a look of joy appeared on Tilda's face: "I extracted some gene fragments from old vampires, and the werewolf soldiers created will have an extremely keen sense of smell targeting vampires. With this sense of smell, no matter where the vampires hide, they won't be able to escape the soldiers' pursuit. Even if they disguise themselves as humans and mix into the crowd. Their noses will be the most perfect vampire radar.

"They will also have extremely strong hand-to-hand combat abilities, able to keep up with the speed and strength of vampires. Their skin has also been deliberately strengthened by me to have good toughness and protection. And their claws and teeth, after causing damage to vampires, will have some kind of targeted toxin that paralyzes and weakens the injured vampires. This will help reduce the loss of raw materials."

"Dr. Jansen, I remember that you had similar biological technology research before joining Heberon's biological laboratory," Luke patiently listened to Tilda's general introduction, temporarily moving his gaze from the proposal in his hand, and asked softly.

"Yes, the conditions were simple and the technology was immature at the time," Tilda said quickly: "But I have already solved the problems I encountered before. As long as you allow it, I will soon be able to create the real work and show it to you."

"Go find Ms. Ina yourself, and bring your project proposal," Luke nodded under Tilda's expectant gaze.

Tilda Jansen has the ability, and after being cultivated by Heberon for a few years, she is also a talent who can stand alone. For people who have the ability to add glory to the company's technical foundation and are willing to earn large official orders for the company, Luke is still very happy to invest.