The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 21 Another nickname of Locke, the mutant executioner?

It is only natural for me to look for you.

You fought back and killed my people, so you were wrong.

Standing in front of the French window, Dicken Frost, who had a feminine face, narrowed his eyes when he heard Locke's words.

Yes.

This is also the reason why he told the Thirteen Elders Council about this matter and planned to make an example of Locke and Brown, but the Thirteen Elders Council disagreed.

To describe it in the words of the Thirteenth Elder.

A covenant is meant to be observed, not broken. Over the years, although some extraordinary races have been eager to break the covenant, no one of them dared to be the first to do so.

After all, the five overlords all have the ability to destroy the world.

What's more, they were indeed at fault in this matter.

When the Sentinel Secret Service comes to your house to investigate, you should just accept the investigation honestly. Why do you have to fight back?

and so……

When the thirteen pure-blooded vampires heard that the Sentinel Secret Service was looking for vampires for revenge all over New York City, they simply said, let them kill. When they have killed enough, they will calm down.

Anyway, the one who died was a mixed-blood.

Let alone being killed a hundred of them, even if there was one more zero, the thirteen pure-blooded vampires would not feel any pain at all.

The question is, who made mixed-bloods pariahs in the world of vampires?

The world of vampires is a world with strict hierarchy.

Thirteen pure-blooded vampires stood tall.

Because fundamentally speaking, as long as the thirteen pure-blooded vampires are not extinct, then even if they are the only ones left in New York, if they are given one day, they will be able to create vampires again.

The Sentinelese Secret Service would not even think of killing all the vampires in New York City. Even if they killed Deacon Frost, these thirteen pure-blooded vampires would not feel any pity.

Yes.

He, the vampire leader of New York City, Deacon Frost, is also a pariah in the eyes of the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders.

These thirteen damn old bastards!
How can we expand our clan and make the vampire clan supreme by being with this group of insects?

Wait till I find...

However, the situation is stronger than him at the moment. The thirteen pure-blooded vampires require him to quell the anger of the Sentinel Secret Service as soon as possible, and for the sake of his own plan, he must quell it as soon as possible.

Dickon Frost lowered his eyes expressionlessly.

"We can resolve this peacefully, Mr. Underwood."

"Call me Agent when you're working."

"…Mr. Agent Underwood."

Dickon Frost opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and calmed his breathing. "I think if this matter continues, it will not do any good to either of us."

Locke looked at Brown again, then smiled at the cell phone on the bar with the speaker turned on.

"What does Mr. Frost propose?"

"two millions."

"Ok?"

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"what?"

"I am willing to pay two million as compensation for this incident and put this matter to rest."

"..."

Wow, he’s worthy of being a vampire, and he’s really rich.

Two million.

He threw it out without blinking.

Locke looked at Brown again.

Brown didn't say anything, but his expression seemed to say it all.

After all, two million is not a small amount.

Moreover, after a month of hunting and killing so many vampires, the flame of revenge in his heart has gradually subsided.

Locke looked at the expression on Brown's face, smiled, and said to Deacon Frost on the other end of the phone, "Sure, how do you trade?"

Deacon Frost laughed. "That's great. Tonight at 7 o'clock, in the abandoned hangar next to Kennedy International Airport."

Locke narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Dickon Frost laughed. "Isn't Mr. Agent Underwood afraid?"

"Correct."

Locke was blunt: "I'm worried, this is a trap."

You know, night is the home turf of vampires.

Even though it's his home ground.

but……

Locke made up his mind that before he was able to take on the entire world alone, or before he had accumulated one million extraordinary points, he would focus on developing slowly.

He doesn't want to play the pig and eat the tiger, but he also doesn't want his business to fail before it's halfway through.

The current humble development is just to lay a solid foundation for being able to have fun in the future.

Wait until he can fully enjoy himself.

Ha ha.

He directly evolved to the state of "I don't eat beef".

at the moment……

You can be brave, but not reckless!

Deacon Frost laughed again on the phone. "That's not the same as what I know about Agent Underwood."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "What kind of person is Mr. Frost aware of me?"

Deacon Frost smiled and said, "From what I know, Agent Underwood and Mr. Brown are well-known executioners in the Sentinel Secret Service. They never like to leave anyone alive, whether it's us or mutants."

"..."

Hearing this, Locke and Brown looked at each other, then looked at Debbie beside them.

Debbie met their gazes, was slightly stunned, and then whispered: "Boss, don't you really know that you have this nickname in the bureau?"

She thought her boss and Brown knew her nickname.

This is why many people were indignant after agents from Groups 1 and 5 were attacked by mutants this year.

Because they only capture mutants.

But one group, namely Locke and Brown, these two people really killed.

Now, if we really kill the mutant sentinels, the mutants won’t dare to attack, but if we just try to capture the mutants, these mutants will attack fiercely.

What? Do honest people deserve to be bullied?
Locke and Brown listened to Debbie's words and looked at each other again.

Both of them saw speechlessness in each other's eyes.

Locke felt even more innocent.

God is my witness.

He really has never killed a mutant with his own hands, so how come he suddenly has the nickname of Mutant Executioner?

At this moment, Locke finally understood what it meant to be wronged.

It was so unfair to him.

But now is not a good time to discuss his nickname.

Locke coughed, picked up the phone on the bar, and said to Dickon Frost on the other end of the phone: "Okay, but I have a condition."

Dickon Frost smiled.

"Please say."

"Come here in person."

"This……"

"I also want to meet the famous New York City vampire leader. If nothing unexpected happens, I think we will have intersections in the future. What do you think?"

"..."

Locke listened to the silence coming from the phone and smiled.

"Why, Mr. Frost is afraid that if he comes then he will leave his life behind?"

"will not."

"Oh……"

"You can't kill me!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)