The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 156: Meeting Klaus at the Bar (55, please order all!)

"What the hell are you, Locke?"

"That's what I'm saying."

"Are you a vampire?"

"No."

"Bloodlines?"

"Not at all."

Locke looked at Natasha who was sitting in the passenger seat and kept asking this question, and said helplessly: "It takes ten hours to drive from here to Dutchess County. Are you going to keep asking me this for the next ten hours?"

Although Dutchess County is also part of New York State.

but……

New York State is very big, and they are located in the western part of the state, but Chase County is in the eastern part.

Natasha shrugged and looked at Locke intently: "If you don't tell me the truth, I can keep silent."

Locke sighed when he heard this and looked at Natasha: "Okay, I'm a vampire, that's ok."

Natasha's eyes lit up and an expression of as expected appeared on her face.

"I knew I was right."

"……as long as you are happy."

Locke opened his mouth, too lazy to refute Natasha.

After all, prejudice in people's hearts is as big as a mountain, and at the same time, people are always willing to believe what they believe.

Natasha is no exception.

but……

next second.

Natasha looked at the helpless expression on Locke's face and smiled: "I was kidding you. Oaks just said that you are neither a vampire nor a blood race."

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at Natasha.

"So, why are you still asking?"

"Hey, we're going to drive for ten hours, we have to find something to talk about. Of course, if you don't want to talk about this, we can talk about Esme."

"Let's talk about vampires."

If two evils conflict, choose the lesser one.

He also did not discuss his wife's quirks with his lover.

Natasha just said this and had no intention of talking to Locke about the queen. Instead, she shifted the topic to this vampire operation.

Unlike the first ten days after the notice was issued, as this period of time passed, by the sixteenth day, vampires had already appeared in various parts of New York State and had run to the Sentinel Special Service Building to register after nightfall.

After these vampires were registered and received identity cards that they were told they must carry with them at all times and that could locate them in real time, they were no longer subject to any restrictions and left the Sentinel Special Service.

After someone took the lead, the number of vampires registering has been steadily increasing over the past half month.

Especially now that there is only one day left before the one-month deadline.

More vampires are coming to New York State to get their licenses.

"According to conservative estimates, there are currently around three hundred vampires registered in various states."

"Oh, there are only three hundred of them in total?"

"Yes."

Natasha shrugged and said, "Even if they are the lowest kind of extraordinary creatures, they are still extraordinary creatures."

Locke raised the corner of his mouth: "It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words."

He was also afraid that all the vampires in New York State would come to register.

After all, he had said before that as long as the vampires registered this time were willing to abide by human laws, their past crimes would be forgiven.

But now it seems his worries were unnecessary.

After all, this is a country where people value their privacy more than their own lives.

But that’s fine too.

Then go to hell with your privacy.

"Has the Blade already set out?"

"Well, we're already in Albany."

The capital of New York State is Albany. Since we are going to target all the vampires in the entire state of New York, we naturally start killing them from the capital.

Then they killed them one by one and reclaimed the entire New York State.

Blade is now a mutated vampire, and his sense of smell for vampires has been greatly enhanced. If he searches street by street, no vampire can escape Blade's radar network.

Locke is very confident in his first generation training.

soon.

Eight hours passed in a flash.

Natasha looked at Locke as he drove off the interstate highway: "We're not there yet."

Locke hummed, "I know, but I'm a human, Natasha, I've been driving all day, and I need a good drink now."

Anyway, it only takes two hours to get to Dutchess County from here.

Just set off tomorrow morning.

Now, he just wanted to get out of the car, move around, have a good drink, and then teach Natasha a lesson with a big stick all night.

and so……

Locke located a bar directly.

Park the car.

The two men got out of the car.

Natasha stretched and moaned comfortably. Just as she was about to go in, she saw Locke seemed to be staring at the bar in front of him in a daze for a while.

"Is something wrong?"

"No."

Locke came back to his senses and smiled at Natasha. Then the two walked together and walked into the bar in front of them hand in hand.

The bar was noisy, the lights were bright, and the voices were even louder. Natasha identified the location of the bathroom and said to Locke.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"it is good."

After watching Natasha walk towards the bathroom, Locke retracted his gaze, walked through the dance floor where people were twisting their bodies in all kinds of enchanting dance moves like a riot of demons, and went straight to the bar counter, where he found an empty high stool and sat down.

"One of your best drinks, strong, please."

"Okay."

The bartender inside gave Locke an OK gesture and then started his performance.

soon.

A glass of fine wine with who knows how much stuff in it was pushed in front of Locke.

"Please use it slowly, sir."

"Thank you."

Locke smiled slightly, picked up the glass of wine and took a sip.

Ok.

It’s really intense.

Locke said secretly in his heart, then suddenly extended his right hand towards a man who was sitting next to him and drinking, and who looked cold and unruly with a hint of coldness.

"Locke Underwood."

"...Niklaus Mikaelson."

Lawrence, who was looking towards the bathroom, looked at the right hand handed to him. When his eyes fell on Locke, he frowned and shook hands with Locke.

"Nicklaus, nice name."

Locke praised him as usual, retracted his right hand, and then looked at Niklaus with a smile: "Do me a favor, don't touch my woman."

He just saw it very clearly.

The vampire kept staring at Natasha as she walked to the bathroom.

If nothing unexpected happens, this vampire is probably targeting Natasha as his prey.

This is not okay.

However, he didn't want to chop the vampire into pieces. After all, the vampire in front of him could not be accurately called a vampire, but a blood clan.

Moreover, it was a vampire whose aura seemed to be no less than his.

He didn't want to create unnecessary trouble. The most important thing right now was to find the culprit of his energy overflow.

Niklaus listened to Locke's request, and a playful smile appeared on his defiant face.

"What if I say no?"

"Then you are seeking death, my new friend."

"hehe."

Nicklaus smiled.

I wasn't angry but amused.

who is he.

He is the ancestor, and now a human dares to run in front of him and threaten him directly.

The tongue in Niklaus' mouth moved involuntarily, and then, looking at Locke, his eyes began to sparkle, and his voice was transmitted to Locke's ears like a charming word.

"After your girlfriend comes out of the bathroom, my friend, do me a favor and take off her clothes, then kneel in front of me and beg me..."

"puff!"

"..."

Niklaus subconsciously closed his eyes, then opened them, looked at Locke with a gloomy and shocked expression, and let the strong liquor slide down his face.

This time it was Locke's turn to look at Niklaus with a hint of amusement: "My new friend, you've had too much to drink."

Niklaus's face darkened when he heard this.

Swish!
Swish!
boom!
The two men disappeared from their original positions in an instant, and the door of the bar was shattered into two pieces as if it was blown by a strong wind.

When Locke and Niklaus appeared again, they had already arrived at the parking lot behind the bar.

In the dim parking lot, two figures shuttled back and forth like ghosts, and every collision brought about a sharp sound of wind.

The few cars in the parking lot screamed, their windows shattered one after another, and the air around them seemed to be shaken by their momentum.

Niklaus dodged and appeared directly behind Locke. He reached out and grabbed Locke's wrist tightly, then twisted it hard. A crisp cracking sound was heard, and then he bared his fangs and bit towards Locke's neck.

However, just when he thought he had succeeded, Locke dodged the fatal blow by leaning sideways. Then his broken right hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye as it stretched out like a poisonous snake towards Niklaus' neck.

Niklaus retreated instantly, putting some distance between the two men.

Seeing this, Locke raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He stopped chasing and revealed his figure, looking at Niklaus who chose to retreat not far away.

"My new friend, you lose."

"Who are you."

Niklaus frowned and looked at Locke with some shock.

He was a little bit unbelievable that Locke was also a vampire, and in fact, his strength was not weaker than his own.

After fighting and stretching his muscles, and having a general understanding of his current strength, Locke was too lazy to fight anymore and extended an invitation to Niklaus.

"A passer-by, let's have a drink together, a new friend."

"……it is good."

At this moment, Natasha had already walked out of the bathroom and was looking for the missing Locke all over the bar.

Then she saw Locke walking in from outside, talking and laughing with a stranger.

Natasha looked at the stranger next to Locke and looked at Locke with curiosity.

Locke saw the curiosity in Natasha's eyes, smiled, and introduced the two to each other.

"Niklaus, this is Natasha, Natasha Romanoff, a senior special agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Natasha, this is Niklaus, Niklaus Mikaelson, the founder of the blood clan."

"..."

(End of this chapter)