The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 170: Hit Blade’s face and smack Locke’s ass!

As Catherine's blood dripped into Blade's mouth.

Blade, who was constantly coughing up blood and was on the verge of death, finally stopped losing his life and subconsciously swallowed Catherine's vampire blood.

Verbena can restrain vampires, making them extremely weak and losing all their strength.

But verbena cannot kill vampires.

But the poison of verbena is deadly to vampires.

Who makes vampires' life level lower than that of blood clan?

A dozen milligrams of verbena is enough to kill a vampire.

But Blade was a half-blood, and because of that, even after he bit the black-robed witch's blood, he still managed to run back to the Sentinel Secret Service before falling down.

But that’s all.

The poison of Vervain is not incurable, but there is none here, so the easiest way is to feed Blade higher level blood.

As time passed, the blade on the bed seemed to gradually stabilize.

Catherine also withdrew her right hand.

Just as she was about to put her right hand, which was still dripping with blood, back into her pocket, Locke, who was standing beside her, had already taken Catherine's right hand, and then gently bandaged the bite mark on Catherine's wrist with gauze.

Eyes facing each other.

Natasha on the side rolled her eyes and interrupted Locke who was flirting with another lover at any occasion, even in front of his lover.

"So, is this all right?"

"of course not."

Catherine came back to her senses, glanced at Natasha who had interrupted them on purpose, smiled slightly, and then said, "We still need to kill him."

While talking.

Catherine rushed directly to the head of the bed, then grabbed Blade's head with both hands and twisted it to the left.

The crisp sound of a neck being broken echoed in the infirmary.

Natasha opened her mouth and looked at Catherine, who saved Blade in the last second, and broke Blade's neck without hesitation and with a smile on her face in the next second.

"What are you doing?"

"Verbena's toxin is deadly to vampires, but not to blood races. Therefore, he must transform into a blood race to resist the toxin of verbena."

"...Then you can just transform directly. There's no need to kill him."

"This is the step of vampire transformation."

"..."

Natasha frowned upon hearing this, and recalled the steps that the vampires took to transform new members.

It is different from a vampire who directly injects his own blood and then simply and crudely transforms into a new vampire.

The transformation of vampires needs to be done in three steps.

The first step is to suck the blood of the vampires.

The second step is to die before the vampire blood in the body is metabolized, either by suicide or by being killed.

The third step is that the resurrected vampire must suck human blood within the twenty-four-hour transformation period.

Only after completing these three steps can a new vampire be born.

"New vampires must first die and reach the other side of the soul."

"This way they can be successfully transformed into vampires."

"Vampires are such inferior creatures, they are just in a state of being neither human nor ghost."

Catherine smiled when she said this: "Why do you think vampires have so many flaws?"

Simply put.

The transformation process of the vampires is similar to reincarnation, first death and then rebirth.

But vampires?
This is totally smuggling.

Well known.

No one likes a stowaway.

Locke listened to Catherine's story, looked at Blade with a broken neck on the bed, shook his head and said, "When can he be resurrected?"

Blade is his number one substitute trainer.

It is also a golden signboard that symbolizes correctness in his special operations super team.

If it wasn't necessary, Locke would not let such a useful booster die.

The most important thing!
He thought of the black-robed witch in Blade's fragmented memories, who was holding a delicate dagger and muttering to Blade.

Locke felt that there might be some conspiracy here.

and so……

The blade cannot die.

Catherine shrugged at this question: "Once the verbena toxin in his body is resisted, he will be revived."

Locke nodded and looked at the medical sentry who was a little shocked by all this, but not that shocked.

"Give Blade a full body blood transfusion."

"……receive."

The medical sentry came to his senses, accepted Locke's order, turned around and left the medical room, preparing to prepare enough blood to replace Blade's entire body.

Locke then looked at Natasha and Catherine: "It's been a busy day, you should take a break first. Natasha, take Catherine to the lounge."

Natasha nodded.

"What about you?"

"hehe."

Hearing this, Locke showed an inexplicable smile to Natasha: "Do they think that killing my henchmen will stop the action? What a joke, don't they know that if they kill my henchmen, I will personally take the blame?"

No matter what, Blade is his.

These vampires in Albany are not slapping Blade in the face, they are clearly slapping Locke's ass.

Well known.

If the boss does not come out when his younger brother is injured, in the long run, no matter how loyal the younger brother is, he will become alienated from the boss.

and so!
His younger brother Blade was nearly killed by the rude vampires in Albany. As the boss, he naturally had to go on the field himself to seek justice for his younger brother.

soon.

Following Locke's order, the Albany sentinels all followed Locke out of the Sentinel Special Service Office.

The sentry behind them looked at Locke who had rushed here and stood in front of them, with golden light flashing in his eyes.

Without him.

They have fallen in love with the feeling of hunting vampires.

Because Blade is a down-to-earth man, he told the sentinels, who originally treated it as an ordinary mission, that vampire fangs could be exchanged for US dollars. Especially after knowing the lowest black market purchase price of a vampire fang, the sentinels' eyes instantly turned red and they gasped for breath, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

These sentinels did not need Blade to lead the way. They rushed into the room, howling, kicked over the coffin, dragged out the vampire inside, and then pulled out the fangs from the vampire's mouth before the vampire was burned to death by the sun.

Well known.

The Sentinel Special Service cooperates with the military, and most of the action sentinels are retired from the military.

Simply put.

Most of the Sentinels have inherited the fine traditions of the Federation military.

Locke walked out of the sentinel building behind him, closed his eyes and raised his head slightly.

next second.

"System, upgrade the vampire abilities!"

"Ding! 』

"Should I consume...?"

"Sure!"

"Ding! 』

"Upgrade successful."

『The interface has been refreshed! 』

"Become a god!"

"Super Card Slot: "2 (The third card slot can be opened by consuming 400 Super Points)"

"Super Points: 23"

『First card slot: "Blood Clan"』

『Ability level: "Advanced"』

『Ability effects: (Eternal Life), (Immortality), (Pond of Blood)』

『Ability defect: "None"』

『Second Slot: "Skrull Transformation"』

"Ability level: "Intermediate (can consume 2000 points to upgrade)""

『Ability effects: "(Change), (Memory Plunder), (Simulation)"』

『Ability defect: "Level suppression (ability fails when facing high levels)"』

As Locke's mind moved.

In an instant.

His already sharp five senses were once again upgraded to an unprecedented level.

and……

His pool of blood also brought about earth-shaking changes.

Rumble!
The entire blood pool space was shaking, and the extraordinary points turned into starlight and sank into the bottom space of the blood pool, starting to trigger an earthquake.

A small puddle is called a depression.

A large puddle is a pond.

A small but deep pool.

At this moment, Locke's blood pool space can no longer be called the blood pool space.

Instead, it should be called the Blood Pool Space.

After the extraordinary points upgraded the blood pool into a blood pond, the remaining rays of starlight quickly replenished the blood pond whose water level had dropped to one-half, completely replenishing the energy in the blood pond.

Behind him is the sentry special service building.

Catherine, who had just returned to bed to rest for a while, seemed to notice something and couldn't help but touch her belly.

Locke's upgrade at this time was not to upgrade the blood pool, but to enhance his sense of smell again after the upgrade.

Standing in front of the building, Locke slowly opened his eyes.

He had already smelled the unique stench of vampires that was hidden in every corner of the city of Albany.

It's hunting time!

Locke showed a cruel smile on his face and injured his men. In this case, he wanted no more vampires in Albany.

"go!"

"Yes!"

The sentries, who had already prepared to continue earning extra money, shouted in unison, then followed Locke's footsteps and boarded the action vehicle that had already been prepared.

At this moment, the unregistered vampires in Albany were completely doomed.

Now that Locke had spared no effort to activate the energy of the blood pool, with his keen sense of smell that was enough to cover the entire area, even the vampires hiding in the sewers were pulled out.

The terrified vampires looked at the sentinels who had chased them into the sewers, roaring and trying to fight them desperately.

But the sentries lined up in a row and pulled the trigger in unison, and the dense network of ultraviolet bullets shot directly through the vampire's body.

Then a sentry stepped forward, and while the vampire was burning, he skillfully pulled out the vampire's sharp teeth. Then the team listened silently to Locke's report in the headset, and then looked at the nearest location on the tablet in their hands and ran over quickly.

Nearly fifteen combat teams composed of Sentinels and SHIELD agents, with clear division of labor, shuttled through the streets and alleys of Albany with murderous aura.

Ordinary people in Albany looked at the same federal law enforcement officers as yesterday, confused.

The vampires who knew the truth but had taken the vampire certificates issued by the sentinels during the consideration period huddled in their own shelters, shivering as they stared at their doors, not daring to fall asleep at all.

They were afraid that as soon as they fell asleep, a group of sentries would rush in, kick over their coffins, and drag them out to expose them to the sun.

……

(End of this chapter)