Vincent walked toward the laying body of Eric. He clenched his stomach which was still bleeding furiously from the stab wound.

Jason turned around and gave him a shoulder to lean on and took him outside.

After placing him on the ground, Jason waited for the ambulance. Like their plan, the ambulance arrived after waiting for more than a minute.

The medic immediately came to Vincent’s side and put him in the car. Jason waved at him from the outside and said, "I will stay here and clean up the mess. You just rest tonight."

"I will." Vincent replied weakly. Due to the excessive amount of blood loss, his body grew weak. Even with the limitless energy he carried couldn’t keep up with this as the energy was focusing on the Werewolf’s healing factor.

Vincent coughed out a heavy amount of blood and spat it on the floor. He felt sorry for dirtying the floor but he didn’t have a choice.

The medic from the side rushed and observed him.

"What is your name,sir?" He asked.

Must be because of the intimidating situation Vincent was in, the man much older than him was addressing him as a Sir.

Vincent chuckled briefly and answered. "Vincent."

"Good name. Can you stay awake, Vincent?" The medic asked, checking his pulse.

Vincent shook his head slowly. "I don’t think I can. I am tired."

"Stay awake. Don’t sleep yet. You need to reach the doctor."

But the pleading of the medic escaped him as the vision became blurred. Vincent yawned. Despite fighting against the instinct to fall asleep, the warm bed and the cozy atmosphere were unresistible.

Vincent closed his eyes and drifted off into the realm of dreams.

***

Jason sighed as he watched the back of the ambulance. He then walked toward the car where EMP resided and opened it, turning off the power.

As soon as he turned off the switch, the power around the area came back. The street light returned, illuminating the path he took.

He also heard music sounding out from the nightclub. Of course, this time there was no scream of joy or excitement mixing with the music.

Jason sighed and checked the watch.

2:15.

In fifteen minutes, they carried over this mission and completed it.

If he could give points to all the participants in the mission, he would give himself 90 points.

The reason he won’t give himself 100 was because he chose the wrong pathway to assault but that couldn’t help. It was both a blessing for him and Vincent.

If he by chance chose the right side, Vincent would have to face 40 armed men by himself. With the display he saw from the rookie detective, it was a total beat down.

He walked inside the nightclub, ignoring the two death bodies laying in the entrance.

But seeing them like this brought a smile to his face. Jason wasn’t a sadistic person that saw joy in other suffering but when the receiving person was such a scumbag, it was hard to contain the joy.

He ignored the bodies with a soft smile and climbed up the right staircase.

He encountered a few men laying in the hallway. A few heads popped out from the room but they quickly closed it.

Jason didn’t care as they were likely a customer of the nightclub. Instead, his attention was focused on the injured men lying on the floor.

He crouched to the nearest person and observed their injuries. By seeing the injuries in detail, Jason mapped out the fighting situation in his head.

Jason’s genius in detective lies in reconstructing the assault scenes. For that thing alone, he said with clear virtue that he was the best in this awful world.

He saw through how the fighting took place in this hallway. The eyebrows lowered and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by something else.

The new expression was cold and emotionless.

"Why did he hesitate to end their lives?" Jason muttered.

The man he was checking woke up from the sleep and flinched in pain. But Jason took out the gun and pulled the trigger in a cold hearted manner.

One to the head.

Jason stood up and reloaded the gun, continuing to end the unfinished business caused by Vincent.

Every single one he shot them in the head. Even if someone was passing out and lost their breathing, to make sure that they stayed alive he shot in the head.

He was the cold hearted machine that knew only the art of killing.

After killing every single one of Eric’s men, Jason came back to the first floor to the dancing room.

From there, he met Werewolf whose hero costume was torn up to shreds. The gushing wound on his chest was deep and almost reaching to the organs.

But the complexity of Werewolf was normal.

"Don’t worry about my stomach. It will heal tomorrow."

Jason nodded and handed Werewolf the car key.

"Leave this place. I don’t want you to appear on the news. You know the reason, right?" Jason said.

Werewolf nodded. "I know. That is why I took the mission. This kind of mission isn’t suitable for a reputation like mine."

"I can see why."

Werewolf shook his head. "You won’t get it. Since I have the power of the animals. Many people and heroes have some kind of wariness to us. They think of us like a beast, not able to control our instinct when the situation becomes dire."

"They are correct for having wariness but I think they also needed to see the bigger picture of us trying to control ourselves. So that is why, I am trying to maintain the image of my name being away from the blood and carnage. But sometimes, I couldn’t control myself and had to let out my desire. So this kind of mission was suitable for me."

Jason listened to the long rant of Werewolf.

He didn’t want to point out the public opinion regarding the animal mutant superhero but refrained himself. Nothing good came with involving Hero’s business.

Soon after Werewolf left the street with the car, a series of policemen came inside.

Jason quickly identified himself and took command over the police force. He was tired but the business wasn’t done yet.

When the sun arrived in the blue sky, the chief captain of the Homicide Division came with the two cups of coffee.

He planned to give one to Jason who was laying on the back of the car.

"I need to use my vacation, boss." Jason muttered while his hand covered his eyes.

Captain Hugle sighed and placed the coffee on the side. "Sorry but I don’t think you can yet."

"Why? I think I did a good job of the division in the past six months. You know that I don’t take a rest day right?"

"I know. You are the most diligent person in the Division ignoring the many incidents that you are slacking off in an easy case."

Jason coughed. "I also killed about 80 men in one night. I need intense therapy for that as well. The vacation is getting longer in my mind, boss."

Captain Hugle sighed, sipping the coffee cup. His eyes stared at the corpses carrying out from the building. Reporters swarming around the area, taking their shot of the best with their camera while trying to interact with everyone they could.

The police were also doing their jobs of pulling the suspicious person inside the back of their truck and sending their asses to the jail.

"Do you know why I take a long time to come here?" Captain Hugle changed the subject.

"I was about to ask that, boss." Jason nodded.

Normally, Captain Hugle came in a flash and started to take over the commanding job. But now, he arrived late and the dark eye bags underneath his eyes and the coffee he carried told Jason that Captain hadn’t slept at all.

"Because I was in a meeting with the higher ups." Captain Hugle said.