The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 23 Only children do multiple choice questions

Deacon Frost, who is determined to overthrow the current corrupt rule of vampires, has an ambition as bright as the sun.

and so……

Whether it was the Thirteen Pure-Blood Council that was hindering him from within, or from outside, such as the Blade Warrior who chopped off a few vampire heads as a snack all day long, or Locke who had emerged as a rising star in the past month and was killing them indiscriminately.

All of these are on Dickon Frost's blacklist.

Right now the Thirteen Pure-Blood Council is very powerful.

He still hasn't found what he wants, so for now he can only obey the decision of the Council of Thirteen Pure-Bloods.

But just because he can't take action doesn't mean others can't.

For example, let Blade Warrior deal with Locke and others.

think about it.

What would Blade think if he caught him and Locke making a deal and saw him giving Locke two million US dollars in cash?

Blade is a ruthless guy.

He is cruel to vampires, and likewise, he is even crueler to ordinary people who are willing to be their blood servants.

By the time……

Hey.

What does the people killed by Blade have to do with us vampires?

When Dickon Frost thought of this, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

Just wait, you thirteen old bastards.

When I get the Blood God, the good days of you thirteen old immortals will be over. By then, I will let you know what it means to be a real man born between heaven and earth and live under the yoke of others.

Dickon Frost snorted coldly, turned around, threw off his bathrobe, and walked back to his spacious bedroom which exuded a charming atmosphere.

inside.

Blade's biological mother, the black one in the white and black group, was kneeling on the ground very charmingly, looking at Deacon Frost who walked in, and opened her mouth with a happy smile.

"Woo!"

"no!"

"It's too dangerous, Boss. You can't go."

After seeing Locke hang up the phone, Debbie and Brown also started to persuade him hurriedly.

They would never agree to let Locke go alone no matter what.

Locke put the phone back into his pocket, then quietly looked at Debbie and Brown, who were so excited that they wanted to tie him up the next second to prevent him from going out for the appointment, and he couldn't help laughing.

"When did I say I wanted to go alone?"

"Uh……"

"what!"

Debbie and Brown looked at each other, then back at Locke.

"Boss, didn't you just promise..."

"The Sentinel Secret Service never makes deals with criminals!"

"..."

Going alone?
Locke would have to be crazy to go to the appointment alone.

What is his identity? What is the identity of that vampire?

He, Rock Underwood, is a Democratic congressman and the majority whip of the House of Representatives...

cough cough.

A mere vampire who is afraid of the light is worthy of meeting him alone.

Again.

Once he hangs on the wall, as long as he is alive, he will become stronger sooner or later, and it will not be the turn of a vampire who can see his future at a glance to attack him.

The ancients said that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall.

Locke never does anything dangerous.

After hearing what Locke said, Brown finally felt relieved.

He exchanged glances with Debbie once again, then looked back at Locke: "Should we notify the bureau now and have the mobile force rush to the abandoned hangar?"

Locke shook his head.

"No."

"how……"

Brown was about to ask, but suddenly remembered and looked at Locke: "Does the bureau have a spy for them?"

Locke met Brown's gaze and nodded.

He learned about this from Blade a month ago after he and Natasha reached an agreement on cooperation.

Blade said that he had found a Sentinel Secret Service badge dropped on the ground while slashing in a hidden vampire bar two months ago.

Either there was an unlucky guy from the Sentinel Secret Service who became the after-drinking dessert of the vampire bar, or the Sentinel Secret Service also had vampire blood servants.

Again.

eternal life!

It is a temptation that ordinary people cannot refuse.

It was only after Blade mentioned this matter that he learned from Natasha that Blade suspected that he was a blood servant.

When Locke heard this, he instantly realized why Natasha kissed him all over his body that night.

The feeling was not that the atmosphere was there, but that Natasha was checking whether he had the mark unique to a blood servant.

fortunately.

That night he accidentally found out that drinking Thunder Bourbon could restore the temperature of his cold body.

"correct."

"drink wine."

Locke came to his senses, took out the small bottle of Thunder Bourbon he carried with him from his pocket, unscrewed it, and drank it all in one gulp.

Because I didn't drink alcohol at noon, my body temperature, which had begun to gradually drop, returned to normal again.

Locke screwed the small bottle of wine back on and looked at Debbie.

"Have you found the agent who lost his badge?"

"No."

Debbie shook her head and couldn't help but complain, "Boss, do you know how many agents there are in our building? And not all agents will choose to report if they lose their badges."

This is the truth.

If you report the loss of your badge, you will face an investigation by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Moreover, a badge is not an ID document and not everyone carries it with them, so even if the badge is lost, most agents will choose not to report it.

Locke was also clear about this.

This is also the reason why, even though he reached a cooperation with Natasha, there was no cooperation on the surface.

Without him.

There are bad guys in the bureau.

But this guy will be caught sooner or later.

Locke did not take this matter to heart. After coming to his senses, he looked directly at Debbie: "Debbie, go back to the bureau now, sit in the command center, and notify the sentinels in the information department to have the sentinel satellites in place before 3 pm."

Debbie nodded.

"Abandoned hangar?"

"Yes, keep an eye on the abandoned hangar. I won't come here alone, and this Dickon Frost certainly won't go there alone either."

Locke was sure of that.

It is said that he went to the meeting alone.

But Dickon Frost is the vampire leader of New York City after all.

Although the level is not as good as his, it is still somewhat comparable.

So, you are a leader after all, and it is a shame for you to drive here alone. At the very least you should have a driver.

Locke said this and then looked at Brown.

"Specialized ultraviolet sniper bullets are already available."

"There is."

"That's good."