Sunlight quietly fell on the desk, while Su Ming watched the floating dust in the air move up and down. The Adjutant remained statue-like in the corner, with only his eyes shining with a blue light.
Su Ming placed the Newton he had taken from the Colonel on his desk, lightly picked up a small ball and released it, letting it move on its own, the soft sound adding a bit of life into the office.
He picked up the crystal wine bottle from the corner of the desk, poured some into his cup, and brought it to his lips.
"Boss, Dr. Holloway's report is out." Gin walked in from outside, still dressed in a black trench coat, with a masculine style that complemented her exquisite appearance and neatly cropped hair, giving her a distinct boldness.
The wine glass was put down, and a stack of documents was handed to him.
The report was typical of Holloway's style, comprehensive and thorough. Last night, he performed a thorough examination of the two gunmen's corpses.
Initially, Su Ming wanted to invite him to work at Zhongsi Academy, but in the end he refused, not as a doctor but as an Avenging Angel. He was unwilling to leave the neighborhood.
Su Ming took a step back and invested in Holloway's sanatorium, promising to develop it into a chain retirement institution.
Holloway's refusal is understandable. Once you put on a mask, you can never take it off.
Running through the streets at night, jumping over gaps between tall buildings, fighting crime and upholding justice, for some people this is more addictive than drugs.
As an Avenging Angel, he was a teammate of Captain America during World War II, which earned him considerable respect.
Nowadays in New York City's superhero world, most people are willing to give the Avenging Angels the benefit of the doubt; whenever he appears, he is directly granted command authority.
Although Holloway has no superpower, he is intelligent and meticulous, and during the post-war period, he has taken down quite a few emerging black forces.
Su Ming's distillery was legitimized, leaving only some informers on the street, while most of the dark tasks are gradually handed over to professional intelligence agencies like the Spider Web.
This is an inevitable path. As times progress, more and more things need to be concealed and professionalized; the old ways of gangs are gradually falling behind.
The key is, New York needs to be chaotic; without enough chaos, it can't create as many heroes in the future.
The withdrawal of the distillery from the streets created a control vacuum, with countless small and large gangs springing up like mushrooms after a rain; the post-war prosperity of New York brought a lot of sins.
Now the heroes have found their reason for existence, and they are happy, and Su Ming is happy too.
Holloway's sanatorium is now completely renewed, not just the faint urine odor gone, but having money allowed for a batch of new equipment.
Although not as professional as SSR's lab, in these times, it's sufficient for Holloway to obtain the information Su Ming needs.
Su Ming flipped through the chemical data, quickly turning over sheets filled with data; he wanted to see what the cause of the gunmen's deaths was.
Analysis results show their deaths were due to suicide, the unknown poison that burned all internal organs was actually water.
'Their teeth show no signs of wear, they do not need to eat, or have long-term intake of liquid food. All bodily tissues, including bones, have photosensitivity, rapidly turning to ashes in sunlight or ultraviolet light.'
'Their blood is completely different from humans; the number of mitochondria in their cell structure is far higher than in humans; each of them can be considered akin to super soldiers.'
Holloway classified them as 'humanoid entities', but at the end of the autopsy report, he couldn't help but add a remark: "Are these vampires?"
The report was tossed onto the desk, and the wine was picked up again.
"Notify Holloway to dispose of the bodies, be careful, I have one sample of blood here, that's enough."
Gin nodded, she sat sideways on the desk, picked up the wine bottle to pour herself a drink: "I glanced at the report too, the cause of death was water?"
"Not what you're thinking, in our world God is never effective." Su Ming patted her hand resting on the desk: "That's not holy water, but once was high-concentration garlic essence."
"Oh, it seems the garlic component reacted with vampires, burning the internal organs while the garlic component was consumed up, so Holloway only detected ordinary water."
Gin tilted her head back and drained a glass of wine, holding the lipstick-stained glass in her hand.
"Just speculation, now I need to extract information about Inhumans from the Blood Race, which requires some professionals to provide some professional opinions." Su Ming smiled as he poured her a drink, the two gently clinked their glasses.
"What do I need to do?" Gin looked into his eyes.
"Leverage your connections, investigate New York City's blood banks and hospitals, see if there is a large amount of blood 'mysteriously disappearing', the Vegetarian Faction is relatively easier to communicate with, you are a Valkyrie, dealing with them is more than enough."
"But without a Flying Horse, my skills can't be fully utilized."
Gin's shoulders slumped, she was reminded of her deceased warhorse again.
Her sisters were rescued, but they are now in a chaotic state just after resurrection, each one of them is not clear-headed.
And animals don't fall under Hel's control; the soul of the warhorse is gone, even if they wanted to resurrect it, they couldn't.
"The existence of the Nine Realms must remain secret. Are you planning to wear silver armor and ride a flying horse to do business? That would make everyone think of Valkyrie. I'll ask Howard to build you a hoverbike for the time being."
Howard's hover car is still not working; Su Ming thinks he should start by trying a hoverbike or hover motorcycle.
Motorcycles are more convenient than horses, requiring neither care nor emotional investment.
Gin smiled, squeezed Su Ming's hand, and left. Su Ming watched her back, then looked at the wine glass with a lip print on it, and picked up the phone.
"Hamill, help me contact the 'Dracula Hunter' and bring them to me."
"As you command, Master." His reply was as brief as always.
Su Ming went to the Blood Eater Faction to search for clues, while Gin approached from another angle. The obtained intelligence could mutually verify the truth, which is the most prudent action plan.
Heimdall's eyes aren't always useful; many things he can't see, as magic can obscure his vision. Inhumans, mutants, and blood races all have their means to counter surveillance, so his so-called monitoring of the Nine Realms is actually just monitoring ordinary people in the Nine Realms.
So now Su Ming had to use the old method: ask the specialists for the whereabouts of vampires and see who the vampire leader on the East Coast of the United States is.
Dracula Hunter is actually a squad of vampire hunters, each having deep vendettas with Dracula.
There are many vampire hunters, and plenty of werewolf hunters, too. Whether acting alone or in teams, they often face tragic fates, dying unnoticed.
Su Ming never disclosed this matter to Ciri, worried she might get mixed up with these people, who are eternally trapped in tragedy, an ominous situation.
The origin of vampires in the Marvel Universe involves many forces, including ancient gods, demons, Emperor Vishanti, and Sithorn.
Tens of thousands of years ago, before the Celestial Gods Group destroyed Atlantis, there was already a magic book left by Sithorn used to create vampires.
That book is called "Darkhold," one of the most famous black magic books, with spells whose powers are on par with "Vishanti's Book."
The first vampire was Varnae, an ancestral vampire transformed from an Atlantis warlock.
He used magic recorded in Darkhold to pray to Sithorn for eternal life, and the Great Demon Shadow gladly fulfilled his wish.
Of course, dark magic always comes at a price.
Varnae gained immortality but transformed into a beast-like monster, resembling a hybrid of a standing hedgehog and gorilla, forced to feed on blood and live eternally in darkness.
Yet, even when the Celestial Gods Group's strike destroyed Atlantis civilization, he managed to survive.
He ruled the vampire race until 1459, growing weary of life without end, and appointed Dracula as his successor, passing on all his powers.
Then he, himself, waited quietly on a cliff overlooking Atlantis's sinking spot until sunrise, turning into ashes.
Currently, the ancestor of the vampire race is Dracula, regarded as the strongest vampire, and all vampires worldwide are, in theory, his descendants.
Since vampires were born from dark magic, vampire hunters are more or less related to the Magic Realm.
Many of them are ordinary people; to defeat the blood race requires many props for assistance, not to mention rune silver bullets and other magic props, even simple things like garlic essence, in this era, require alchemists to brew.
Hamill could easily find them, and likely no vampire hunter could refuse an invitation from the Supreme Mage.
Things happened as he thought; before the second cup of wine was finished, a golden teleportation gate opened in the office, and a group of people walked in.
Hamill walked in front; behind him were people dressed like cowboys.
Short trench coats, cowboy hats, carrying various guns of different lengths, and mud still clinging to their boots, unclear where they were before.
"Master, they're here." Hamill bowed respectfully; his actions showed confidence in these people, maybe he knew them before.
"Very good, you can go rest, I will chat with them." Su Ming smiled and tossed him a box of cigars; lately, he's been cultivating more interests for Hamill.
Originally, the Guardian in history and the Ancient One were alike, indifferent, without any likes or personal affairs, like puppets burdened with a huge mission.
Is this life interesting? It must be turned around, learning at least one of smoking, drinking, or hair perming.