Watching the car leaving through the underground parking lot, Captain Hugle sighed and shook his head.

His phone rang immediately almost as if the caller knew the situation around him. It gave him a creep but he was used to it.

He picked up the phone.

"Hello, Hugle." A soft voice echoed from the side, it was both familiar and distant to him.

"I did as you said, Nathan."

"I see. The higher up agreed, right?"

"Of course. If they don’t agree with my decision, I won’t take your request at all."

"Haha, don’t be like this Hugle. We are buddies in a similar line of work." Nathan laughed from the phone. His chuckle traveled through the electric line and echoed inside Captain Hugle’s head. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Why are you pushing your protege to this mission? It is dangerous for a rookie."

"He needs to learn a lesson, my friend. A big one is coming at us."

"Even so, I am sure you can handle it alone. Like you always do." Captain Hugle voiced his reason.

"Hey. Hey. Looks like you get attached to my protege." Nathan chuckled.

"He is a good kid. He has a lot to learn but he is a good kid. I am still thinking of pulling him away from the mission. He will encounter blood and ruthless bastards tonight."

"I understand what you mean, Hugle. But he needs to grow. And this is the perfect mission for him to learn the act of murder in person."

Captain Hugle stared at the ground for a long time, thinking of what kind of words he should say to Nathan.

He remained silent for a brief moment and sighed. "Sometimes, I don’t even know what you are thinking."

"You shouldn’t. Anyway, I am telling my friend. There is a big one coming at us. Prepare for that. After all, that big one gotta need both me and you."

The line was cut off. Captain Hugle stared at his phone and looked back at the direction the car went. He pondered deeply and nodded to himself, finding the resolve to trust his man and the protege of the greatest detective in the entire world.

"Good luck, kid. You are going to need one." Captain Hugle muttered and turned around.

****

The two detectives picked up the hero from the street and added to their plan.

Werewolf immediately recognized Vincent and nodded at him. The two exchanged knowing glances and stayed silent in the entire ride.

They moved away from the central district of the city and went deeper into the outer district.

Jason stopped the car away from three streets of the designated location. From the place they parked on, they could observe the in and out of the nightclub without letting their CCTV put into them.

Jason turned around and faced the other two.

"You know about the brief information about today’s mission, correct?"

"Yeah. I can’t speak about the involvement of the mission to anyone. And I also know that the target is the drug lord named Eric. But I don’t know the details of why we are choosing him as the target."

"Very well. You will know the information after today’s mission." Jason said, taking out the rolled paper and spreading it for the two pairs of eyes to see.

Vincent glanced at the content and immediately recognized that it was the blue print provided by Silas. He had already memorized everything so Jason must be showing it to the Werewolf.

"Lets discuss the plan to attack."

"At 2 AM in the morning, we will blast that thing." Jason said, pointing his chin at EMP. "The signal and everything related to the electricity will shut off because of that. The range is around this block."

The planning went on and on.

Sometimes, Vincent added the new plan to the mix. Werewolf also added his own flavor.

Because of that it took them about 3 hours to get the perfect plan that covered everything.

Jason checked his watch and saw at the time it was still 10 PM.

He turned to Vincent and Werewolf. "You guys can sleep if you want, I will take a watch to the club."

Vincent shook his head. "I am not tired. People say that I don’t get tired at all."

He smacked his chest proudly. The unlimited energy inside his heart was working and fueling his body endlessly. Because of that, Vincent didn’t have any fatigue at all.

In fact, he felt like his body was burning from the anticipation of the battle.

"Me too." Werewolf said from behind. "Although, I feel tired in the daytime."

Vincent turned around and observed Mr Werewolf.

"Can you show me your power and tell me more details about it?"

Jason glanced at them and shook his head. Normally, he would scold his men for showing such a relaxed expression but since Vincent was still a rookie, he allowed it to happen.

Besides, during the training with the guns, Vincent showed enough mental focus to him.

Werewolf nodded with a smirk.

Under Vincent’s eyes, he saw the bones cracked and reformed. It looked like a painful transformation but Werewolf didn’t even let out a single groan at all.

He took everything with a big smirk.

The transformed Werewolf was well over 8ft tall with muscles budging beneath the hero costume.

"This is the base transformation." Werewolf said, his voice turned into a tone similar to the rusting radio.

"In this form, my healing power increased a lot. Normal bullets couldn’t even pierce into my skin and I can even shrug off low level Plasma attacks. As for the High level Plasma beam, they would put a hole in my body but I can heal them with enough time."

"Woah, impressive power."

"I am not done yet, Vincent." Werewolf said and flicked his waist. The black finger nails extended outward, the tip shone with brilliant sharpness.

"My claws can cut off almost anything as well. With the combined strength of my body, I can use unstoppable force when facing the regular human."

Vincent nodded and felt an information entering his head.

It was from his ability, Soft copy.

Now that he knew about Werewolf’s power and saw it himself, he learned about the condition he needed to satisfy in order to copy his ability.

[Drink 10ML of his blood.]

Vincent’s eyes lit up in joy.

This time the condition of copying the ability wasn’t harsh at all.

"Hey, mind giving me a little of your blood." Vincent asked.

"I don’t mind but can you tell me why you need my blood?" Werewolf asked, changing back to his human form. The costume shrinked back to the regular size as well.

Vincent put the finger to the corner of his lips and looked up. He then acted like he was feeling embarrassed.

"To be honest, it is a ritual that my teacher told me about. He said that before the age of superheroes, there was a famous ritual practiced by the old tribe. They say that by wearing the blood of supernatural creatures such as Werewolf and Vampire, that person can avoid the ill fate."

"Strange ritual." Werewolf commented.

"I know right. That is why it stuck with me. Since you are a real werewolf in the flesh, I want to see if the ritual works."

"Just my blood. There is a chant involved as well." Vincent lied through his teeth. Everything he said came straight out of his white ass.

"How about it? Do you want to test the ritual?"

Werewolf nodded. "I am tempted but how will we determine that the ritual will succeed?"

Vincent looked at Jason and smiled softly.

"You look like a villain, Vincent." Werewolf said from the side, looking at his smile.

"It is just my natural smile." Vincent coughed. "We have a perfect test subject here with us. Jason, can you take a guess at how many injuries you will get from tonight’s mission."

"A shit ton. I know that there will be a lot of black spots on my chest and back. A few broken bones and cuts all over my skin."

"Hear that, Werewolf?"

"I will perform the ritual for both me and Jason and see the outcome."

"Okay." Werewolf nodded with excitement.

Jason sighed, shaking his head. He knew that Vincent was playing with the hero but he decided to play along.

Vincent took out the two small glass bottles and a red thread from his bags. He handed the two bottles to Werewolf and said.

"Put your blood inside. It won’t affect you right?" Vincent put on the worried expression, trying to dig up Werewolf’s pride.

"Not at all. My blood is endless." Werewolf growled,biting his finger. Red blood came out from the tip and he let it flow into the bottle.

Vincent smiled, looking at that.

Each bottle could carry over 50 ml of liquid. Now that, Werewolf filled up two bottles, Vincent now had the ability to copy his power about 10 times.