The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 30: Dicken gets his face splashed with holy water
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A pitch-black object emerged from the abandoned hangar under the illumination of ultraviolet light, and then disappeared into the darkness as if covered in smoke.

next second.

Five Ford SUVs have arrived at the abandoned hangar, and the ultraviolet searchlights on the roofs instantly illuminate the dim hangar purple.

In the hangar.

Deacon pinched Blade's throat with one hand, holding it up like a chicken, then squinted his eyes and looked outside the hangar.

"hiss."

"Something's wrong."

"This guy..."

Brown couldn't help but gasp as he looked at Deacon, who was vividly alive under the ultraviolet searchlight and did not turn into gray as expected.

"He's not a vampire?"

"No, he is."

Locke, who was half a body length behind Brown, said this, his eyes falling on the ring on Deacon's finger that was pinching Blade's throat.

really.

This thing is not afraid of ultraviolet rays, it's because of the ring.

but……

Nothing.

You are not afraid of the ultraviolet rays outside, but are you afraid of the ultraviolet rays that shine on your body?

Locke narrowed his eyes.

The SWAT police in five Ford SUVs had opened their doors and were standing directly in front of the vehicles. They were fully armed, with assault rifles loaded with ultraviolet bullets, and their muzzles were all aimed at Deacon who was trapped in the hangar.

Deacon held Blade's throat as he stared at the fully-armed sentinel SWAT officers who appeared at the hangar door.

"Dickon Frost!"

Brown walked out from the back, looked at Deacon in the hangar, and said expressionlessly: "You are under arrest."

Dickon smiled.

"Haha."

Deacon narrowed his eyes and looked at Brown, then his gaze passed Brown and fell on the shadow behind Brown: "Mr. Locke Underwood, it's you."

Locke walked out from behind with a smile on his face, stood beside Brown, and greeted Dicken, who had a sinister smile on his face.

"Hello again, Mr. Frost."

"I thought we had a deal."

"Yes."

Locke nodded with a very frank expression: "But when I left just now, I thought about it and figured out an important thing."

Dicken narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, something important?"

"It's important to me without you."

Money, he wants.

He wants his life too.

Again.

Only children do multiple-choice questions, but for adults, the main thing is to have them all.

As soon as Locke finished speaking, Brown raised his hand, and then, under Deacon's gaze, he suddenly swung his arm down.

"Fire!"

"Beep beep."

"Tu Tu Tu!"

moment.

A dozen sentinels standing in front of Brown and Locke pulled the trigger in unison.

No nonsense.

The main focus is efficiency.

It’s getting late, so I should finish my overtime work and go home to rest early.

One after another, ultraviolet bullets were fired, forming a barrage, shooting directly and indiscriminately at Deacon and the Blade Warrior.

Deacon's eyes narrowed, and his figure was like a phantom. He held the blade in his hand and disappeared on the spot in a breath.

He is not afraid of ultraviolet rays, but he is still afraid of ultraviolet rays that enter his body.

"above."

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"left……"

"chug……"

"right!"

"sudden……"

In the abandoned hangar, Deacon used his ghostly speed to dodge one bullet after another that was shot at him.

As for the blade, he threw it away after the first wave of attacks.

Because he really didn't dare to kill Blade. But it wasn't because of tonight's script. After seeing Locke come back, Deacon knew that his script had been torn up.

He couldn't kill Blade because of another matter.

and so……

He couldn't kill him, and had to run for his life with Blade, but this guy not only refused to cooperate, he even almost disrupted his speed, so he had no choice but to throw him away.

"damn it."

Deacon turned into a phantom, jumping up and down in the hangar, quickly looking around, looking for a way to leave.

next second.

His eyes fell on the light hole above the hangar.

Dicken's eyes lit up, and his body moved like a gecko, quickly moving along the wall towards the light hole.

When Locke saw this scene, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Debbie, explode."

"clear."

"Oh!"

"what!"

Just as Deacon was about to approach the light outlet, the tiny surveillance camera that was so well hidden that it almost blended in with the color of the ceiling suddenly exploded.

At the moment of the explosion, liquid seemed to splash out in all directions from the center of the explosion.

Deacon was very fast, but he was still splashed by the liquid.

The colorless and odorless liquid splashed onto Deacon's feminine face, and instantly a chemical reaction occurred like concentrated sulfuric acid.

Deacon screamed almost subconsciously and covered his still handsome face.

"sulfuric acid?"

"No, holy water."

Locke's mouth curled up.

There are so many things that can restrain vampires.

So what if Deacon is a Class A vampire?
Not to mention that Deacon is an A-class vampire, even if he is an S-class vampire, he still has these weaknesses.

A thud.

Dicken fell heavily to the ground, covering his cheek and screaming. When he stood up again and put down his hands, his face was unrecognizable.

Deacon, who used to be quite handsome, now looked as if his face had been washed with concentrated sulfuric acid.

Not only was it bumpy, but it even emitted white smoke.

"Puff puff!"

"呲呲呲."

Deacon stood there, allowing one ultraviolet bullet after another to shoot into his body.

His eyes were completely bloodshot as he stared at Locke, who was keeping a safe distance from him outside the hangar.

"You...damn it!"

Dicken opened his mouth and a voice filled with anger and murderous intent came out, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Hearing this, Locke sneered.

next second.

He looked at Dicken with his mouth open and raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to speak out to remind him, a scream that seemed to be able to shake one's soul suddenly appeared in his ears.

"ah!!!"

The voice came out of Deacon's mouth and almost instantly rushed out of the hangar, covering Brown, Locke and others.

The first sentry to be hit fainted instantly.

One, two, three.

Including Brown next to Locke.

As far as Locke could see, everyone except him was lying on the ground.

Not only here, but even the Sentinel Combat Command Center that maintains communication with the scene.

Debbie and the others almost subconsciously pulled out the communicators from their ears and threw them aside.

"what!"

"hiss!"

"Fake!"

Debbie and the others subconsciously pulled out the communicator and were horrified.

But Debbie reacted quickly.

"Shet."

"Boss."

Debbie's eyes widened, and she quickly picked up the communicator she had just thrown away, went back online, looked at the completely distorted satellite screen, and made an emergency call.

"Boss, Boss, Boss."

"..."

(End of this chapter)