The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 19: Vampires in New York City

I only make a few bucks from working.

Not to mention, this is a way to earn extra money while working.

This good thing doesn't happen every day.

Brown and his players are in high spirits and have rolled up their sleeves, planning to keep up the good work, become bigger and stronger, and create greater glory.

The guaranteed price for a vampire is $5,000.

Although this money needs to be divided, a conservative estimate is that you can still get $500 every month.

One is five hundred, and if you conservatively buy four a day, four would be two thousand, and in a month it would be six hundred thousand.

Gee!

You should make money early, and the best time to hunt vampires is during the day.

and so……

time is money.

Dry!
As long as you can't die, you will die.

As they were talking, Locke and Brown had already gotten back into the car, took out the roster, and headed for the nearest destination listed on it.

pity……

Until noon, Locke and his team had not captured a second vampire of the day.

the reason is simple.

The vampires were not at home.

To be precise, except for the vampire early in the morning, they went to three houses this morning. But when they arrived, the vampires seemed to have got wind of it early and the houses were empty.

They went to a lonely place.

"Not here again?"

Brown glanced at the empty coffin in front of him with an unpleasant expression, then looked at the living room that seemed to have been hit by the storm just like the previous three families: "Have they reacted?"

Locke didn't say anything. As if he saw something, he walked to the apartment bar on the side and picked up a business card that seemed to be placed there waiting for him.

into the eye.

"Dickon Frost." Debbie came closer and looked at the name on the business card in Locke's hand. She blinked and said, "It's this guy's business card again, boss."

Locke hummed and turned over the business card in his hand.

into the eye.

A string of numbers.

It was the same number on the business cards that the vampires had found in the three empty apartments they had raided before.

obviously.

This business card was placed here intentionally.

As for who it is for.

The answer is self-evident.

Right.

It has been a month now, and the vampires are not fools. They have seen the number of their tribesmen who went to Satan Bar that night decreasing by three or four every day. They should have reacted by now.

Locke held the business card in his hand and thought so.

Brown also came over from behind, took a look at the business card in Locke's hand, and frowned.

"It's him again?"

"Ah."

"What does he want to do?"

"It's obvious. You want to talk to us."

Locke smiled and shook his head.

Brown frowned. "This Dicken Frost seems to be the vampire leader of New York City?"

Locke nodded.

Although their cooperation with Natasha allowed them to learn some information about the vampires in New York City from Blade.

But they themselves were not idle either.

During this month, Locke and Brown hunted vampires while obtaining information about the vampire world in New York City from some vampires who tried to beg for mercy.

In a word.

Vampires are plentiful in New York City.

Much.

According to conservative estimates, the number of vampires in New York City has probably surpassed the number of illegal immigrants living in the city today.

Secondly, there is a so-called vampire family in New York City. This family rules the vampire world of New York City.

This family is like the royal family of the New York vampire community, and this royal family of vampires is ruled by thirteen pure-blooded vampires.

The so-called purebred vampires refer to those vampires who are born vampires.

They are very powerful, far surpassing ordinary vampires, and each of them is an old fellow who has lived for hundreds of years and is a true blood aristocracy.

As for Dickon Frost who left his business card.

He is considered to be below the thirteen pure-blooded vampires and above countless vampires.

If the thirteen pure-blooded vampires could be likened to a parliament, then Dickon Frost would be the vampire leader chosen by this vampire parliament.

The strength of this Dickon Frost should not be underestimated.

At least he's an A-level vampire.

Because this Dickon Frost seemed to have been transformed by a pure-blooded vampire himself.

This is Locke's speculation based on the intelligence they had obtained in the past month and the intelligence obtained from the Blade Warrior.

Because of their low level, vampires below level C are all ugly.

Not only are they ugly, they don't even have the ability to transform ordinary people into vampires.

These low-level vampires are the real bottom of the pile in the vampire community.

Just like ordinary people with no power or influence in the ordinary world.

Although humans and vampires are different, the social rules are similar in each group.

The reason these low-level vampires exist is because those higher-level vampires want to have their own vampire servants, so they have them.

If you compare these low-end vampires with Dickon Frost, the difference between the two is huge.

To use the words of a low-end vampire, even if all the low-end vampires were added together, they might not be able to bite Dickon Frost, let alone kill him.

The level gap is so terrifying.

but……

I shouldn't be bad.

Locke thought silently in his heart.

Because the vampire's strength is fixed after the transformation.

If Dickon Frost is an A-class vampire, then he can only be an A-class vampire.

But Locke is different.

He can upgrade.

As long as he has enough extraordinary points, he can get not only A-level but even SSS-level vampire genes.

As long as you have enough liver.

Brown nodded and stared at the business card. Locke, who was lost in thought, asked impatiently, "Do you want to call?"

Locke came back to his senses and looked at Brown.