The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 27: Humans and ghosts are all acting

In an abandoned hangar.

Locke and Dickon looked at each other.

Both of them were smiling, and the scene looked like they had never met before, but it was their first meeting, and they felt like old friends who understood and appreciated each other.

but……

Both of them sensed the vague murderous intent from each other.

at this time.

Dickon Frost was the first to laugh, then he snapped his fingers without looking back.

The snap of fingers fell.

The Mercedes-Benz sedan parked at the hangar door moved forward a few steps, entered the hangar, and stopped again.

next second.

The driver's door of the Mercedes opened, and Quinn, who was playing the role of driver, trotted out. He went to the trunk of the car and took out two standard suitcases.

Quinn, carrying a suitcase in one hand, trotted up behind Deacon.

"Owner."

"Well, let's go."

Deacon took the suitcase and nodded to Quinn.

Quinn understood, turned around without looking back, and jogged back to the Mercedes-Benz.

"Mr. Underwood, please." Deacon smiled and handed the two suitcases in his hand to Locke.

Locke did not choose to pick it up immediately, but smiled at the two suitcases in Deacon's hands.

Seeing this, Dicken also laughed.

Locke looked at Deacon with a playful smile on his face.

"Two million for a suitcase, and now Mr. Frost is giving me two suitcases. What does that mean?"

How much is two million US dollars exactly?

If packed in bags, how many bags are needed?
Locke didn't know the answer to this question.

But what a coincidence.

He just happened to know how many suitcases two million US dollars could fit into.

The answer is a box.

This is not just something he talks about on paper, but something he saw with his own eyes.

But that was when I was a kid.

At that time, when Underwood Sr. had not yet gone to Washington and was still in South Carolina, a businessman came to provide Underwood Sr. with campaign funds.

The suitcase that the businessman brought over was the same suitcase that Deacon was carrying now.

The campaign funds provided by the businessman were exactly two million.

and so……

Did he bring four million here?

Good guy.

Are there any unexpected gains?

Deacon Frost looked at the playful smile on Locke's face without changing his expression. "Two million dollars is our apology, and the other two million dollars is to wish us a smooth cooperation, Mr. Agent Underwood."

Oh!
Waiting for me here.

So, this is just a show for the Blade Warrior lying on the ceiling.

Locke listened to Deacon's explanation, said something in his heart, and then looked at Deacon with a strange expression.

"cooperate?"

"Yes."

Deacon's expression was very sincere: "Didn't Mr. Underwood also say on the phone that we will continue to deal with each other in the future? I hope that we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future."

While talking.

Deacon placed the two suitcases in front of Locke, and then extended his right hand to Locke again with a sincere look on his face: "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Underwood."

Locke lowered his eyes and looked at the right hand that was extended to him again.

after awhile.

He smiled.

next second.

Locke also stretched out his right hand, ready to shake hands with Deacon.

but……

boom!
Locke subconsciously looked towards the ceiling where the noise came from. Deacon also pretended to look up.

into the eye.

The Blade Warrior, dressed in black with two sharp swords on his back, descended from the sky in a very cool posture and landed steadily on one knee!

Quinn in the Mercedes Benz screamed at the perfect moment.

"Shit, Master, it's Blade!"

"..."

The Blade Warrior landed steadily on the ground, then stretched out his right hand and drew out a sharp sword. He then performed a cool sword flower and looked at Deacon Frost.

The Blade Warrior's thick sausage-like lips stretched into a smile.

But the tone was unusually low.

"Dickon!"

"Blade!"

Deacon narrowed his eyes, looked at the Blade Warrior who "suddenly" appeared, and said in a deep voice, then slid his feet and stood in front of Locke: "Mr. Underwood, be careful."

There was a hint of amusement in Locke's eyes.

But he did not choose to expose it. Instead, he let Dickon stand in front of him and stared at the Blade Warrior who suddenly appeared not far away: "Who is he, Frost? I remember I said you are not allowed to bring anyone else here."

play?
Who wouldn't?
Don’t you know that every politician is a good actor?

He is not a politician though.

But he was born into a family of politicians.

In terms of acting, he said that he was much more natural than Dicken, whose acting was a bit exaggerated and sloppy.

"Mr. Underwood."

Quinn also ran out of the Mercedes again, answering Locke's question for his master: "Blade Warrior, he has killed many of us over the years."

Deacon also turned his head to look at Locke, with an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Underwood, I didn't know he would follow me, but don't worry, he won't leave here alive."

In a word, it shows that they and Locke are senior partners!
talking.

Deacon looked at Quinn expressionlessly: "Kill him."

Quinn's whole body trembled, his expression was wonderful, and he almost wanted to point his finger at himself next time.

At this moment, he felt like a fish that had become a spirit, and his master was asking him to catch Sun Wukong alone.

Even if he didn't know who Sun Wukong was.

but……

Just when Quinn was about to suffer from Blade's PTSD again, he saw the coldness deep in the eyes of his master Deacon.

This chilling coldness made Quinn's body tremble again.

Quinn took a deep breath and looked at the Blade Warrior standing not far away, holding the familiar sword.

Hatred and anger towards the Blade Warrior were burning rapidly in his eyes.

"Blade!"

"Queen."

The Blade Warrior looked at his defeated opponent with a hint of mockery on his face: "To be honest, I have killed you so many times, I am tired of this game."

It’s okay not to say it.

Blade's words instantly reminded Quinn of the several times he had been teased, tortured, and killed by Blade.

Quinn's eyes immediately turned scarlet, and his two fangs were exposed.

New and old grudges came to my mind at this moment.

Quinn screamed, then rushed towards Blade at the speed of a phantom: "It will be you who will die this time!"

Blade simply held the sword, uttered a mocking sound, and then rushed forward to meet Quinn's attack.

boom!
Quinn's sharp claws suddenly hit Blade's sword directly. The latter immediately felt that something was wrong and held the sword across his chest.

then……

The blade flew backwards.

"Ding! 』

『Obtain extraordinary points: "1"』

"Current Extraordinary Points: 3"

"Ding! 』

"..."

(End of this chapter)