Abraham Whistler was not surprised in the slightest. He said, "Outside a handful of major cities, do you think the police in smaller places are equipped to fight monsters like vampires and werewolves? Those sheriffs with their bulging bellies?
"Ideally, those small towns wouldn't have any vampires or werewolves lurking in them. But if they do, sending soldiers to deal with them is the safer approach. We don't want to end up creating more and more monsters."
Thinking of the state of some small-town sheriffs in the United States, Black Super had to admit that he was right.
Under the principle of local self-government, many small communities in the United States even elected their sheriffs, rather than having qualified, well-trained personnel appointed by the state or federal government.
Since even sheriffs could be elected, fighting ability no longer mattered. What mattered was whether they could settle petty disputes between neighbors. As long as someone knew enough people, he could become a sheriff or small-town police officer even if a single step left him gasping for breath.
Expecting people like that to deal with vampires would be practically delivering dinner to their door.
And it was easy to imagine that, once cities squeezed out vampires and werewolves, some would inevitably flee to remote towns to lie low. The better-behaved ones would endure the locals' suspicious looks at outsiders and keep to themselves. But if a vicious one showed up and started biting everyone in sight, creating a vampire kingdom was hardly out of the question.
So that was probably the reason for preparing to deploy the military.
Now that he understood what the federal government was doing, Black Super asked the old man before him, "So you want to join up with the military and use its resources to hunt vampires?"