The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 28: Dicken: Difficult Acting but Courageous
Boom!
The powerful impact caused the blade to fly backwards nearly three meters, and then it rolled in the air to dissipate the force.

Blade landed on the ground again and looked at Quinn again, a somewhat honest smile appearing on his dark face.

"interesting."

"I was wondering why you were so courageous just now."

“It turned out to be upgraded.”

He knew very well how powerful Quinn was.

But the strength Quinn just showed was obviously one on the ground and one in the sky.

It is impossible for a vampire to increase its strength so suddenly after just a few days of absence.

A vampire's strength depends entirely on his blood.

The purer the blood, the stronger the strength.

obviously.

Quinn was purified, or simply put, he was upgraded by his master.

"Tsk, tsk."

Blade said as he performed a sword flower again, then looked at Dicken who seemed to be protecting Locke: "It's not like you to give a promotion to such a waste, Dicken."

Even if a high-level vampire wants to upgrade the level of his vassal, it is not possible to do so easily.

This requires the use of essence and blood to improve.

If there were no restrictions on the upgrade, New York City would be full of B-level vampires, and A-level vampires would be worse than dogs.

As a hybrid, Blade naturally knew this.

Deacon narrowed his eyes and looked at Blade: "If you hadn't teased Quinn again and again, I really wouldn't have promoted him."

Again.

Blade teases Quinn again and again. Is he spanking Quinn?
No.

It's a slap in the face.

Blade smiled with those two rows of white teeth again and said sorry.

"My fault."

"Die, Blade!"

Quinn, feeling completely ignored, roared once more and launched a phantom charge towards Blade.

Upon seeing this, Daofeng put away his smile, became serious, and with a flick of his left hand, he took out the second sword from behind him.

Attack with two swords!

B-level vampires must give it their all.

moment.

The sound of claws colliding with swords rang out, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of meat.

If you look closely, Quinn's claws appear to be smoking.

no way.

The Blade Warrior's twin swords are made of silver.

Well known.

Silver also resists vampires.

"Mr. Underwood."

"Mr. Frost."

Locke looked at Dicken with a smile as he turned to look at him.

Although Deacon's acting skills were not very good in his eyes, he was very curious about how Deacon would perform next.

Deacon glanced back at Blade and Quinn who were still fighting, and then said to Locke in a very serious tone: "You go first, I will escort you out."

Let me go?
Is this true? Shouldn't you take the opportunity to kill me and then put the blame on Daofeng?
……correct.

This is because they are not sure whether I have any backup plan, so they dare not leave me here.

Locke's thoughts turned quickly, then he glanced at the Blade's battle, then looked at Deacon and nodded.

"it is good."

He planned to follow Dicken's script and see how Dicken was going to act.

Anyway, Brown and his team have almost cleared out all the vampires outside.

The Blade Warrior landing was the signal.

Just now, reminders about obtaining extraordinary points kept ringing in his mind.

This shows that Brown has acted according to plan.

and so……

Locke followed suit and after nodding, he walked straight towards his Audi A8 parked nearby.

He did not forget to throw the two suitcases into the car before getting in. Dicken watched this scene, his eyes twitched, but he did not choose to stop it.

Until Locke started the car, the engine roared, and drove out of the hangar, no one chose to stop him from leaving.

Locke was driving away.

Blade, who was not far away, saw this scene and swung his right hand, swung the sword in his hand towards Locke.

at this time.

Bang!
The sound of metal colliding sounded.

Deacon appeared beside Locke's car like a phantom, and knocked the flying sword away with his right hand.

"Mr. Underwood, rest assured, Blade will not leave this alive."

"..."

Locke drove out of the abandoned hangar and understood one thing at this moment.

Blade will get out of here alive.

At the same time, he almost completely understood what Dicken's script was about.

In a word.

vulgar.

If Hollywood dared to write a script like this and filmed it, Locke believed that the film would be a complete flop.

soon.

Locke left the abandoned hangar, leaving Blade alone to perform there. After stopping the car, he lit a cigarette and left.

Crash.

In the pitch-black surroundings, accompanied by the sound of subtle footsteps, more than a dozen people suddenly appeared.

Brown bore the brunt of the attack.

Brown took off his night vision goggles and walked in front of Locke. He said excitedly, "All the thirty-five vampires that followed us have been eliminated."

Locke asked, "No leaks?"

Before Brown could speak, Debbie's voice, who had always been online, came through the headset.

"Don't worry, boss."

Debbie, who had been sitting in the command center, crossed her arms and looked at Locke on the real-time image of the Sentinel satellite and said, "We have been monitoring since the afternoon. In addition to the two in the warehouse, there are 35 vampires."

Locke heard this and nodded.

"That's good."

"What to do next, rush in?"

"No, wait a minute."

Locke blew out a smoke ring, squinted his eyes, looked at the abandoned hangar he had just left, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Although the script of this vampire is very bad, I admire his courage to continue acting with such a bad script, so wait a little longer and let him finish."

He knew exactly what Dicken's script was about.

It's just to prove that he and Deacon are friends, so that after Blade escapes from here by chance, he will make Blade his enemy.

As Locke said.

The script is terrible and cheesy.

but……

remarkably brave.

So, what does it matter if he finishes the performance? Blade will definitely not die here today anyway.

Brown seemed to want to say something when he heard this, but considering that all actions tonight were under the command of Locke, he just opened his mouth and chose not to speak.

Locke looked at the abandoned hangar in the distance, thought for a moment, and looked towards Brown.

"Do you have a combat tablet?"

"Have."

"Debbie."

Locke, who got the combat tablet, called Debbie directly: "Send the images in the warehouse."

"Hold on."

Debbie nodded to the sentry beside her, who quickly transmitted the signal image of the abandoned hangar.

Locke arrived at the abandoned hangar ahead of time, but shot a signal transmitter at the ceiling.

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The kind that even Professor X couldn't possibly spot, let alone a mere vampire.

……

(End of this chapter)