The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 25 Rule : Strike first to gain the upper hand
The agreed transaction time is 7pm.

Locke left the Sentinel Secret Service building at five o'clock, got into his Audi A8, and drove out of the parking lot towards the abandoned hangar where the transaction was agreed to take place.

At the moment he left the parking lot, an agent working as a clerk in the Sentinel Secret Service office lowered his head, took out his cell phone, typed a text message and sent it.

Driving on the road to the abandoned hangar.

Locke held the steering wheel with one hand and a cigarette with the other, driving at a steady speed of 60 miles per hour.

"Debbie, has anything changed over there in the hangar?"

"No."

Debbie's voice came through the in-ear headset.

Debbie, who was commanding the operations hall and using the Sentinel satellite to conduct real-time coverage of the abandoned hangar, shook her head.

"From the time the satellite was put in place until now, no abnormalities have been found."

"Ok."

Locke nodded, then said, "When Jack finds Blade, contact me as soon as possible."

Debbie nodded.

"clear."

"Row."

Locke blew out a smoke ring.

He told Director Walter Hermann in the afternoon that he had never thought of plotting against Natasha.

This is the truth.

Because from the beginning to the end, the only target he was plotting against was Blade.

Blade is a great knife for hunting vampires.

He would be the perfect person to kill Dickon Frost.

After all, we are professionally matched.

As for whether there would be a vampire riot in New York City after Dickon Frost's death, it had nothing to do with him.

SHIELD can choose to take the blame, but of course, they can also choose not to.

Just give up the Blade.

Anyway, Blade is not a regular agent of SHIELD, he is just a temporary worker.

Temporary workers are responsible for taking the blame, and their majors are quite suitable for them.

Locke actually has no thoughts or opinions about Blade.

This is also true.

but……

Blame it on your curiosity.

Locke thought so, with one hand outside the car window and his eyes slightly narrowed.

Although Natasha had verified him and confirmed that he was not the so-called vampire blood servant.

But in the past month, he knew very clearly that there were two or three times when he was followed by the Blade Warrior when he went home at night.

He just pretended not to know.

obviously.

Blade's suspicions about him didn't go away.

and so!
To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster.

Locke took this truth to heart.

Rather than passively counterattacking, he prefers to strike out directly with a strong punch when there are signs of danger.

Blade Warrior is indeed a good tool for earning extraordinary points, but it is just a good tool.

That's it.

"Ding! 』

『Obtain extraordinary points: "2"』

"Current Extraordinary Points: 201"

"Ok?"

Locke raised his eyebrows and glanced at the sky outside.

Well, it’s not dark yet.

Wow, Daofeng is so diligent today. He even worked overtime during the day?

Half an hour ago, before he left the Sentinel Special Service Building, he received a reminder that he had gained extraordinary points.

Now two more?

Did Blade take the blue pill today?
Doesn't this guy only look for vampires as snacks at night?
Locke was curious.

at this time.

Debbie's voice came through the headset.

"Boss, Jack's communication came through."

"Take it."

Locke came back to his senses and threw the cigarette butt in his hand out of the window.

Soon, the communication was connected.

"Boss."

"Have you found the blade?"

"Uh... yes." Jack, who was in a dark alley in Queens, looked down at the two heads that had fallen to the ground, and then handed the phone in his hand to the Blade Warrior who was swinging his sword in front of him and inserting his sword into the scabbard on his back: "Our boss's phone number."

The Blade Warrior wearing sunglasses looked at Jack expressionlessly, then took the phone from Jack.

"Hey."

"Dickon Frost has asked me to meet him."

"I know."

"Earth... huh?"

Locke reacted and raised an eyebrow: "You knew?"

He thought of the extraordinary points that the system had prompted him to gain half an hour ago.

next second.

Locke smiled.

"hehe."

Locke's mouth corners slightly raised: "Let me guess, was there a blind vampire who ran near you, and then told this story in order to beg for mercy."

The Blade Warrior pursed his thick lips.

"Yes."

"Ah."

Hearing this, Locke couldn't help laughing again.

Look.

He is right.

This Dickon Frost certainly wouldn't follow the rules.

In a flash, Locke realized why Deacon Frost let Blade know the content of their transaction.

His partnership with Blade was not exposed.

obviously.

Dickon Frost was going to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Borrow the Blade Warrior's knife to kill this corrupt law enforcer who accepted bribes from vampires.

Skillful.

He also planned to use the Blade to kill Deacon Frost, the so-called leader of the vampires in New York City.

Locke thought to himself, raised the corner of his mouth, and said to the Blade Warrior on the other end of the phone: "At seven o'clock in the evening, the location is in the abandoned hangar of Kennedy International Airport. Jack will bring you there."

He didn't ask who Blade would believe.

No need.

All Locke needs is Blade to be there at seven o'clock.

If he hadn't sent Jack to find Blade, the latter probably wouldn't have chosen to take action after seeing the scene.

But now that Jack has found him, Blade will definitely take action.

Locke had no doubt about this.

"Need not."

"Ok?"

Blade glanced at the two heads that had fallen from the ground and said, "The people you sent over were followed by the vampires."

Locke was not surprised by this: "I guessed it."

The two extraordinary points just mentioned probably came from here.

Since Dickon Frost thought of using the Blade Warrior to kill people, it is normal for him to think of letting vampires follow him.

only……

"It's still daytime, can they still travel?"

"What came was a blood servant, not a vampire."

"understood."

Locke nodded, without thinking about why Blade could also gain extraordinary points by killing blood servants, but asked Blade to hand the phone to Jack.

Jack answered the phone and glanced at the Blade Warrior who had just chopped off two heads with his sword.

"Boss."

"Deal with the scene."

"clear."

Jack responded and hung up the phone. He then took out the key of his car parked outside the alley and handed it to Blade in front of him.

Blade glanced over, then looked at Jack and grinned.

"Need not."

"Uh……"

Before Jack could react, with a whoosh, the Blade Warrior who had just appeared in front of him flashed by like a black shadow, and disappeared into the alley in the blink of an eye.

Jack stood there and blinked, looking at the empty alley, and then at the two heads lying on the ground with their eyes wide open.

A gust of wind blew by.

Jack shuddered subconsciously.

Mom, there's a ghost!
vampire!
……

(End of this chapter)