The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 13 A lot of extraordinary points
Ten o'clock in the evening.

Even in New York City, which claims to be an international metropolis, at this point in time, the number of pedestrians on the streets can not only be said to be sparse, but can also be said to be deserted.

After all, daytime and nighttime in New York City are two different worlds.

The rules of the world.

Whenever night falls, pedestrians will quickly return home, close the door and avoid going out.

because……

Walking at night is risky.

Brooklyn.

On the banks of the Hudson River, across the street from a store that looks like a frozen pork warehouse.

Locke closed his eyes, wore sunglasses, and lay quietly in the passenger seat.

As night fell, he could clearly feel that the combat power that had been compressed by nearly half during the day had returned.

This feeling is mysterious.

And this is only the state of the B-level vampire gene. Locke is very curious about what it would be like if the vampire gene was upgraded to S-level.

Brown, sitting in the driver's seat, was holding a telescope and concentrating on observing the closed doors of the frozen pork factory across the street.

Because this factory, which looks like a frozen pork warehouse, is most likely the Satan Bar where the vampire visits every night.

As soon as he got off work, Brown hurriedly dragged Locke over to work overtime.

but……

Brown put down the telescope and looked at the lady's watch with a crack on the dial on his wrist: "Could it be a mistake? It's almost eleven o'clock."

This ladies' watch was a relic of his deceased wife.

When the mutant who could self-destruct awakened, he happened to be in a shopping mall, and Brown's wife was shopping in the mall to buy clothes for their unborn daughter.

After the disaster, this ladies' watch became the only relic that could be confirmed to be his wife's at the bloody scene.

Locke, who was savoring the mysterious power brought by the vampire gene, opened his eyes when he heard Brown's muttering, turned his head and looked at Brown and said with a smile: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's not even three o'clock yet."

This place is not far from the residence of the dead vampire yesterday.

The vampire's consumption records are all concentrated between three and four in the morning. Either this vampire is lazy, or the vampire bar here does not open at nightfall.

Locke tends to favor the second answer.

Brown nodded when he heard this, picked up the telescope again and continued to monitor the frozen pork warehouse two hundred meters away.

Seeing this, Locke didn't say much. He folded his arms, closed his eyes again, and once again carefully savored the changes brought about by the B-level vampire gene.

Before this, his concept of so-called extraordinary things only remained on paper.

But now he had a substantial understanding.

Let's say that.

Before he had fused with the vampire gene, if he had fought against Brown, who was as strong as a black bear, he would definitely not be able to beat Brown, who was a Marine.

But now, he says he can beat Brown.

A literal beating.

Extraordinary is not an adjective, but a state.

A state that transcends the origin of life and even crushes ordinary life forms.

Although vampires seem to be the lowest level of supernatural beings.

But, it is also an extraordinary creature.

Brown, standing aside, had sharp eyes and was staring through a telescope at the closed frozen pork factory in the distance without any movement.

Time is ticking.

Soon, the sporadic horn sounds that could be heard from afar had not appeared for a long time. As midnight approached, everything seemed to be quiet.

And at this moment, there was finally movement in the frozen pork warehouse.

The door of the pork warehouse was opened silently, and then a white man in a black T-shirt and with a tuft of blond hair stretched outside, yawned, put a cigarette in his mouth, and then lit it.

This seems to be a signal.

Locke, who was sitting in the passenger seat, seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes, sat up in the passenger seat, and looked towards the darkness outside.

"coming."

He could already smell the faint scent of "the same kind".

Just as the blond-haired white man exhaled the first smoke ring, a man and a woman who came from nowhere appeared in the range of Brown's telescope, and then entered the warehouse quietly under Brown's gaze.

A lot of extraordinary points.

Locke's eyes widened as he watched.

Seeing this, Brown was shocked and handed the telescope to Locke.

"Someone is coming."

"It should be the vampires that are coming."

Locke took the telescope from Brown and corrected Brown's grammatical mistakes.

With the blessing of the "Night Walker" state, he doesn't need a telescope.

He could see clearly and even hear.

However, he did not show off his skills. Instead, he pretended to raise his telescope and looked at the pork factory 200 meters away which was already open to customers.

At the entrance of the pork factory warehouse, the blond white man was nodding and bowing to a man in a suit but looking a bit ugly.

"Lord Queen."

"Well, Lord Frost needs some new people."

"clear."

The yellow-haired white man's eyes lit up, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and said a few words into it.

after awhile.

A dozen blonde white women, dressed in clothes that were worse than nothing, walked out of the warehouse in a group. Like products produced on an assembly line, they got into the Lincoln after being inspected by the black-clad bodyguards standing in front of the stretched Lincoln.

But when the last woman was about to get on the bus, the ugly man named Quinn who had been standing next to her grabbed the woman's arm and hugged her directly into his arms. Then, with an indescribable smile on his face, he said, "I'm not leaving now. Stay and keep me company."

The yellow-haired white man next to him was stunned at first, then he smiled even more like a father-in-law, and watched the so-called Lord Quinn walk into the pork warehouse with the white woman who was almost soft and sticking to him.

After Quinn and the white woman disappeared, the yellow-haired white man who was originally bent over stood up again, staring at the guests walking towards him with a cold face.

About an hour later, the yellow-haired white man looked at the scattered customers and did not stay outside any longer. Instead, he turned around and walked into the warehouse.

"hiss."

"Why do all these male vampires seem so ugly?"

Locke, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, put down the telescope, touched his chin, and felt a little curious.

and also……

Those male vampires seemed not only ugly, but also had an inexplicable smell.

But this smell was different from the one he smelled on Blade.

Locke thought about it, and subconsciously raised his arm and put it to his nose to sniff.

……

(End of this chapter)