The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 11 Me, a hybrid?
Blade, who had not spoken or made any moves since he entered the door, moved when Coulson was about to take his men away.

He passed Coulson directly, ignored Walter Herman, and walked straight towards Locke without any deviation in his gaze.

Jack raised his thick eyebrows and stood directly in front of Locke.

So did Brown.

The two of them were like a big and a small hill, blocking the Blade Warrior who was approaching quickly.

"Step aside."

"Boss."

"Locke..."

"fine."

Locke, with his hands in his pockets, smiled and motioned to Jack and Brown to let Blade in.

Jack and Brown looked at each other, then looked at the Blade Warrior in front of them warily and made way.

The Blade Warrior ignored the warning looks from the two men and went straight to Locke.

then……

Locke saw a black hand with a black leather glove taken off, handed to him.

Blade finally spoke at this moment.

"Hello there!"

"..."

Locke glanced at the black hand held out to him, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the Blade Warrior who stood in front of him, wanting to shake his hand.

The SHIELD agent, Hawkeye Barton, saw this scene and reacted.

"Eri..."

"Shhh."

Coulson interrupted Barton.

Patton fell silent instantly.

The Black Widow, with her long fiery red hair, watched the scene curiously without saying a word.

Locke looked at his right hand stretched out in front of him, with no intention of taking it out of his pocket.

He knew what Blade should have seen.

after all……

This guy is a mixed-race.

But how did this guy suspect me?

By smell?
Then why didn't he smell any scent similar to that of his "kind" from Blade?
Too little sample data?

Locke was curious.

at this time.

Jack, who was standing by, saw that his boss had no intention of shaking hands. He suddenly felt something in his mind and stretched out his right hand to hold the Blade Warrior's right hand: "Our boss is not used to shaking hands in person. Goodbye, I won't see you off."

No one of your rank is worthy of shaking hands with his boss.

I don't know if their boss hates this kind of skin the most...

"Shet!"

Before Jack could finish his thought, he felt a bone-chilling coldness coming from his right hand. He couldn't help but let go of his right hand and shook it quickly, looking at the Blade Warrior: "Damn it, did you just take your hand out of the freezer?"

Blade glanced at Jack who was cursing, and said nothing. He just looked at Locke, then his sausage-like lips stretched into a smile, and then he turned around and walked towards the elevator without saying a word.

Coulson, Hawkeye and Natasha looked at each other, turned around and caught up with Blade who was almost reaching the elevator.

soon.

The four members of SHIELD, who had come in a hurry, also hurried back into the elevator.

After entering the elevator, Hawkeye Barton looked at the Blade Warrior who was more pretentious than him in both appearance and tone of voice. Just as he was about to ask something, Coulson whispered, "Let's talk outside."

Hawkeye Barton muted his mic once again.

after awhile.

The four men left the Sentinel Special Service Building and got into the black SUV they came in.

The car starts.

Natasha drove and Patton sat in the passenger seat.

Coulson, who was sitting in the back with Blade, turned his head to look at the Sentinel Special Service Building which was starting to move away, and then looked at Blade.

"Eric, what's wrong with that guy?"

"I am not sure."

"What do you mean?" Like a good student, Blade Warrior, who was sitting in the back seat, put his hands on his knees and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I suspect he is a vampire, but I'm not sure."

"What?" Hawkeye Barton, who was sitting in the passenger seat with his ears perked up, turned his head to look at the Blade Warrior in the back seat: "Is he a vampire?"

Natasha, who was driving, raised her eyebrows and glanced at the rearview mirror.

Blade looked at Hawkeye who had poked his head over and shook his head again: "I'm not sure, but he gives me a very similar feeling, but he doesn't have a bad smell, and... he's very handsome."

Yes.

Vampires stink.

Especially the older the vampire is, the worse the odor is.

Of course.

Ordinary people may not be able to smell it, but he can.

This is also why Blade Warrior cannot be sure.

As for why being handsome is one of the reasons?

The answer is simple.

Male vampires are ugly, otherwise they would not have kidnapped beautiful human women and brought them home in the Middle Ages.

Because if you are handsome, there will be many beautiful women following you.

The most important thing.

It's daytime now.

From his debut till now, in all these years, he has never seen a vampire who can walk in the daytime except for mixed-bloods like him.

and so……

Is he also a mixed race?
Blade, who thought of himself as a handsome guy, thought about the playful expression he saw on Locke's face when he reached out his hand before, and felt doubtful in his heart.

Coulson, who was sitting next to him, frowned slightly when he heard Blade's doubt.

Mixed race?

Coulson thought for a moment, then said to Hawkeye Barton, who turned around and looked over here, "What's the name of that sentinel?"

Hawkeye Barton shook his head: "I didn't notice."

Natasha, who was concentrating on driving, said, "Locke, Locke Underwood."

Barton was slightly stunned and looked at Natasha.

"How did you know."

"…That's what the nameplate on his desk says."

Natasha glanced at Barton and spoke expressionlessly.

Hawkeye Barton heard this and nodded.

"Locke Underwood."

Coulson felt that the last name looked familiar. While thinking about it, he said, "Find his information and take a look."

Natasha, who was driving, nodded.

Hawkeye Barton frowned and said, "Phil, what should we do now? Do you think that is a real vampire, or a vampire mutant?"

Coulson frowned and said, "Lindsay is our informant. He is a vampire, not a mutant. That's for sure."

"What if they don't plan to hand it over?"

"I do not know."

Coulson shook his head, also feeling a bit of a headache: "If it was any other agency, they would be able to get the case back no matter what, but the Sentinel Secret Service..."

The Sentinel Special Service also deals with supernatural beings, and they have the right to do so.

and so……

As long as the Sentinelese insist that it is a mutant similar to a vampire, they will have no way to get the case back.

And it is certain that the Sentinel Secret Service will not hand over the case.

"Forget it, let's talk about this later."

Coulson thought about it and decided to pass the trouble to his boss. He changed the subject and said to the Blade Warrior beside him, "Did Lindsay provide any information when she met with you the day before yesterday?"

Blade Warrior said in a deep voice: "The day before yesterday he said he had discovered something important and was going to tell me, but he didn't come the day before yesterday. I asked you to get his address yesterday, and when I went to find him, the Sentinel Secret Service was already there."

Coulson frowned.

"Big deal? What big deal?"

"do not know."

"..."

(End of this chapter)