Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

vampire?

Blade warrior?

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

Recall what happened with Blade.

Thanks to the improvement of memory, a lot of information appears in the mind instantly.

Combined with the memory provided by the system, his identity as Tim Keeney is the leader of the vampire radical group and a minion of Dickon Frost, working for him.

David quickly understood his current situation.

For this identity, the biggest threat at the moment should come from the vampire radical leader, Dickon Frost.

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

It doesn't really matter.

David is no longer the ordinary college student from Hell's Kitchen who had no experience before.

Today, he is the chairman of Fisker Pharmaceuticals and works closely with SHIELD or Hydra. Dr. Michael Morbius of the Night, Dr. Curt Connors of the Lizard, the researcher and creator of the Extremis virus,

Aldrez Killian and Maya Hansen are among his employees;

He is also the emperor of the New York underworld, Kingpin's biological brother, another major leader of the East Coast underworld, the Brotherhood, the Hand and other underground forces, FBI, city councilors, Senate, governor, judges, prosecutors and other official institutions, all have

someone who can be used by him;

After being injected with bat serum, he mastered the abilities of bats.

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

I don't feel that I am inferior to others.

Moreover, judging from the situation in my memory, although Dickon Frost's power is not small, he is not the only one among the vampires.

There are twelve elders in the Vampire Council, leading the conservative purebred vampires to compete with Frost, the leader of the radical faction.

Therefore, facing this identity mission, he had to change his mind.

Not dormant, but more direct.

The thought flashed through his mind, and David smiled and looked back into the laboratory.

He could feel Wesley's heartbeat becoming more and more steady.

Everything is moving in a better direction.

…

the next day.

A coffee shop near Empire State University.

David sat on a chair by the window, looking at the men and women passing by, most of whom were filled with youthful atmosphere.

At this time, he had another perspective.

The pedestrians passing by, men and women, young and old, all smell slightly different.

Some people always smell like rust.

This is the taste of blood.

Through closer observation, it can be found that there is a tattoo of a special symbol about the size of half a fuel lighter on the back of the neck of these people.

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

There is such a mark on the back of David's neck, which means that he is Frost's minion.

"Minions" describe 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 soon. Anyway, with its own regenerative properties, it could be restored in a few minutes.

Da da da!

Familiar footsteps sounded in my ears.

David looked up at the door of the coffee shop. Sitwell, a bald man in a suit, came to the table where he sat and sat down with a smile.

"Really happy to see you again."

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

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

The coffee shop waitress, who has blonde hair, a slim waist, and big waves, combines all the features of a beautiful woman, and her skin is as fair as snow, came to the two of them enthusiastically.

"A latte, thank you."

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

"Yes, beautiful women are usually dangerous."

David said calmly: "Getting back to the subject, Mr. Sitwell, as you can see, Fisker Pharmaceuticals already has successful experience in cross-species gene transfer, but this experience cannot be applied to everyone..."

"that's enough."

Sitwell didn't care.

He does know a lot about the internal conditions of Fisker Pharmaceuticals.

It is true that bat serum cannot be applied on a large scale due to flaws in its design principles, so I don’t think David is lying.

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

"Fisker Pharmaceuticals has proven its value, and after internal discussions, we are ready to strengthen Fisker Pharmaceuticals' investment."

Sitwell paused and emphasized: "It is mainly manifested in two aspects."

David hummed: "Please tell me."

"First of all, we will mobilize relevant forces to comprehensively reconcile the conflicts between Fisker Pharmaceuticals and Osborne Company. From now on, Osborne Company will not become a threat to Fisker Pharmaceuticals."

Sitwell said with determination: "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.

"What about the second one?"

David started indifferently, stirring the coffee in front of him with a spoon.

"The second aspect is also related to Osborne Company."

Sitwell said slowly: "We promise to do our best to help Fisker Pharmaceuticals annex Osborne Company."

David moved for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the bald man in front of him.

He did not deny his feelings.

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

If Fisker Pharmaceuticals can annex Osborn Company, it will undoubtedly mean that it has taken the most solid step in the Marvel world.

He asked: "Why should I believe that you have this ability?"

David actually believed it, but he wanted to know the basis for Sitwell's statement.

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

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

"very good."

David understood it and made no secret of it. He nodded and said: "You will wait for this opportunity soon."

At this point, both sides actually have nothing to say.

Sitwell was about to leave.

"By the way, Fisker Pharmaceuticals is about to launch a human body optimization project recently, which can cure some diseases, extend life, slow down aging, make people younger, and at the same time make people stronger."

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

Sitwell paused in his steps, a look of surprise and uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

Human Body Optimization Project…

I have never heard of this name, and even internal members of Fisker Pharmaceuticals have not disclosed details about this project.

He took a deep look at David and smiled:

"Of course, I'm very happy."

…

After watching Sitwell leave, the beautiful waitress came to the table with a cup of latte and asked in surprise: "Tim, your guest is gone?"

"Yes, I don't want this cup of coffee. Keep it for yourself. He should have paid for it."

David stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hey, I heard Quinn was looking for you, what happened?"

The waitress stopped him, blinked her big eyes, stepped forward and hugged his arm, with a hint of temptation in her tone, and said with a smile: "You are about to become Mr. Frost's blood descendant, is it true?"

"So what?"

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

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

The waitress took out a warm business card from her chest, put it into his palm, kissed him hard on the face, twisted her waist and left.

Sanna Laise!

David glanced at the business card and threw it into the trash can. His eyes fell on the tattoo on the back of the woman's neck.

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

This is very common.

New York, as an international metropolis, is the favorite city for vampires, and it is also the city with the highest population density among vampires.

Whether you are a pure-blood vampire or a later-transformed vampire, you can find what you like in this city.

Not to mention, there are so many human minions in this city who are blinded by desire.

The footprints of vampires cover the entire city, and every aspect of society has their traces.

From David's perspective, this is a good thing.

After being injected with bat serum and possessing bat abilities, he can be regarded as a member of the vampire clan.

He does not have the weaknesses of a vampire, but he has power that is comparable to, or even more powerful than, a vampire.

He is not anyone's blood descendant. Instead, he is like the ancestor of vampires, able to independently evolve into another vampire race.

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

Blade Runner, "Sunwalker" in the mouth of vampires, Eric Blood.

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

…

door.

As the driver, Wesley leaned on the car casually, waiting for the boss who was talking in the coffee shop.

He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case.

There is no lighter.

The left hand covered the fingers of the right hand, and the fingers turned red, like a soldering iron heated by thousands of degrees of heat.

Sizzle!

There seemed to be a burning sound in my ears.

"call--"

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

After finishing one cigarette, he immediately took out the second one and repeated the action of lighting the cigarette with his fingers, having a great time.

"The Extremis virus's ability is not to light a cigarette for you."

The voice came.

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

"You have to admit, this ability is very suitable for people who often lose lighters."

Wesley shrugged.

At this time, he was in good health, active and active, and showed no trace of the pain he suffered last night when he was about to die.

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

The strength, endurance, reflexes, and body regeneration ability have reached a level beyond ordinary people.

Coupled with his original talent for throwing guns, after the adrenaline burst, his abilities can increase 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 he needs to worry about is that his current body is at risk of exploding at any time.

A burst of adrenaline can increase this risk.

It can be regarded as a skill that can damage the enemy by 1,000 and damage yourself by 800.

"Every time you use your ability, the risk of explosion will increase when you turn into a human blink. I don't want to follow a bomb with me."

David warned: "You'd better control it."

"Dr. Connors said that using my abilities in moderation won't do anything bad, but can actually strengthen my combat effectiveness." Wesley smiled, "You were also present this morning, and that's what he said."

"When Fisker Pharmaceuticals finishes moving, you can go back and be your CEO."

David got into the car and told Wesley, who was consciously sitting in the driver's seat, and said: "Osborne Company's blockade on us will end from today. Our collaborators promised to reconcile the conflicts. In this way, Fisker Pharmaceuticals

The medicinal oil that we cooperate with the Brotherhood can be put on the market as soon as possible... This is your first job."

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

He emphasized: "Fisker Pharmaceuticals currently has the ability and resources to be self-sufficient, and your current situation is not suitable for participating in the battle. You can spend more energy on learning how to be a CEO."

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

Wesley sighed.

He followed David today, mainly because he didn't want to lie in the hospital bed all the time after feeling better.

Last night, the feeling of dying was very bad and suffocating.

"Where are we going?" Wesley asked.

"Presbyterian Hospital."

David moved his body to the car seat, found a comfortable angle, glanced at several motorcycles parked on the roadside, and said calmly: "The gunsmith's operation went well, we should go and visit."

"good."

Wesley nodded and just stepped on the accelerator.

Tsk!

Suddenly, several figures appeared in front of the car.

Wesley was startled and slammed on the brakes. The tires rubbed against the asphalt road, leaving four deep black tire marks.

David sat in his original position and did not lean forward following the inertia of the vehicle.

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

"Fake!"

Wesley rolled down the window and cursed at the person blocking the car: "You bastard, don't you want to live anymore?"

As he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong.

There were several people sitting on motorcycles in front of them, wearing leather jackets and helmets, with not an inch of their bodies exposed, like professional motorcycle riders.

But they were motionless, standing in front of and behind the car, exuding a strong sense of malice.

It was obviously blocking the road on purpose.

"Who are you?"

Wesley frowned, got out of the car, and planned to have a good chat with these people.

The Kingpin has become the underground emperor of New York. Are you still preparing to go against Fisk?!

Where did the country bumpkin come from with such a lack of vision?

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

At this time, when they opened their mouths, Wesley was stunned again.

Tim?

Who is Tim?

You didn’t even know you were looking for the wrong person?

How could a thug be so unprofessional?!

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

"Since you've followed us all the way, why don't you wait until I finish handling the matter before coming out... Forget it, just lead the way, I will follow you."

This is David's voice.

Wesley suddenly turned his head, the astonishment in his eyes only revealed a doubt.

If your name is not David, why did you become Tim?