Bab 24: Chapter 24: I Need a New Alias
The situation in New York was gradually getting under control.
When Cohen returned to the Emma Church, David couldn't help but clap upon seeing him.
"Congratulations, congratulations! New York's number one fugitive, the Demon Face, with a reward... of ten million dollars! I almost feel like killing you."
Cohen then realized that the almost-crazed Commissioner George Stacy had communicated overnight with the courts and prosecutors, successfully issuing the historic New York No. 1 Most Wanted poster—The New York Poison King, Demon Face!
The reward started at ten million dollars, with a donation channel open to the public. Over time, the bounty would increase.
Cohen sighed helplessly. "You know, maybe I should change my alias?"
"Heh, if you don't, I think you won't survive more than a few days."
Cohen couldn't help but reflect, in this sinful world, the knight of justice had little room.
In the backyard, he dug a hole to bury the Demon Face mask.
"Goodbye to my short but glorious life!"
"Next time, I need a better name. 'Demon Face' lacks intimidation, it's not domineering at all!"
The next day, the smoke from Hell's Kitchen hadn't dissipated, and all the residents were still immersed in a sorrowful atmosphere.
On TV, every channel had hosts angrily condemning the gangs, the police, George Stacy, and… others.
David carefully checked the monitors and online information, while Cohen was lying on the desk with a set of colored pens and a few pieces of drawing paper.
He rested his chin on his arm: "David, what do you think about me making a costume just like Daredevil's? He's my little hero in my heart—handsome, rich, witty, he's basically my idol…"
David rolled his eyes in response, "Idol? Please, you just want to set him up."
"If I remember correctly, he helped you last night."
"But I saved his life! In my country, saving someone's life means owing them everything!"
David frowned. "Is there such a custom in your country? I really feel sorry for the men saved by other men."
Cohen paused, suddenly realizing something, then slapped his hand: "Wait, I should design a set of bat armor! How about I call myself 'Batman' from now on?"
David thought for a moment. "That name... it's clichéd, confusing, and not intimidating at all. You might as well call yourself something like 'Eagle Man'."
Indeed, without fame to back it up, the name "Batman" sounded kind of lame. It was better to go for something like "Golden Eagle Man" or "Black Hawk Man."
However, the bat armor was pretty cool, but also expensive. Ugh, so troublesome.
At that moment, David looked at his computer and suddenly slammed the desk: "I found a guy who's likely a pure-blood vampire elder, named Marcus. Do you want to confirm?"
Cohen raised an eyebrow. "Of course. Where is he?"
David grabbed a device like a smartphone: "He's attending a banquet tonight. If we can confirm he's a vampire, we can use this device to hack his phone. We just need to stand near him for a few seconds."
Cohen's eyes lit up. "So we can find more vampire leads from his phone! Well done, David!"
For now, hunting black-iron-grade prey was too slow for growth.
Like yesterday, when he killed dozens of Hell's Kitchen's little Caramie, he only got three black-iron-grade loot boxes. Opening them gave him only 6 free attribute points.
He added 4 points to physique and 2 points to speed.
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[Name: Cohen Wang
Age: 22
Bloodline: Human
Status: Normal
Strength: 26
Speed: 28
Defense: 20
Physique: 24
Mentality: 30 (human bloodline limit)
Skills: Master of hand-to-hand combat, pistol mastery, trap expertise, swimming mastery, basketball mastery, assault rifle proficiency, swimming proficiency, sniper proficiency, singing and dancing proficiency.
Abilities: Night vision, compound eyes, Dragon's Breath: explosive breath, infrared vision.
Items: None
Current Tasks: Guilty must be punished.
Black Iron Prey: 6/25
Bronze Prey: 7/25
Silver Prey: 0/1]
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However, if Cohen wanted to max out all attributes to the 30-point human bloodline limit, he'd need to kill all the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen.
Too slow. Only by hunting bronze-grade targets in large numbers could he speed up.
Vampires were great prey: plentiful, liked to gather together, had obvious weaknesses, and turned to ash after death.
Besides, ordinary vampires were bronze-grade, and among them, there must be silver-grade ones!
"Uh... Cohen, there's another message. I don't know if you want to know."
"What is it?"
"The biggest playboy in New York, Tony Stark, is also attending the banquet."
Cohen blinked in surprise. Looking at the paper in front of him, a brilliant idea suddenly came to mind.
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In the evening, Cohen and David drove a shabby pickup truck to the entrance of a luxurious hotel.
They managed to pass through the security check at the dinner with no issues.
As they entered the hall, Cohen whispered to David: "Looks like next time we attend such a banquet, we need a car that doesn't stand out."
"For a banquet like this, you'd need a Lamborghini Veneno or a Bugatti Veyron to not stand out. Also, you need to find a beautiful companion."
"Heh, forget it. I'm waiting for my money to make more money. As for a companion, I'll consider it."
"I don't get why you want me to leverage to buy Stark Industries' stocks short. It's almost impossible for them to drop."
"You don't understand. Exactly because Tony Stark is the smartest guy in the world, I want to short his stock. A guy this arrogant will eventually mess things up. I have a feeling that day is close."
"Strange theory."
David mumbled and then chuckled. "Maybe you can talk to the main guy about it, he's already here."
Cohen turned around and saw Tony Stark surrounded by people near the elevator.
Even at this banquet full of big shots, Tony Stark was the center of attention.
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The banquet began. Many important figures had arrived—New York's mayor, government officials, business tycoons, media moguls, and more.
A blonde old man was chatting endlessly: "You know, I'm the best at real estate, no one understands New York real estate better than me!"
And a black man with a small cigar, wearing flashy rings, said, "I have great foresight. He's this year's most promising new talent. I plan to select him..."
Cohen scanned the crowd and caught sight of David signaling him.
David was behind their target, Marcus the vampire, but was having difficulty staying close.
Cohen's system triggered. Marcus was a silver-grade prey!
It looked like they'd caught a big fish today!
Cohen had a rough understanding of how the system classified prey: two factors—strength and status.
Marcus was likely an elder within the bloodline.
Cohen's eyes scanned the room, and he saw Tony Stark at the bar.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he walked over.
(End of chapter)
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