The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 45 If I don't make progress, how can you make progress?
After half an hour.

The safe house door opens.

Quinn, who had lost his right arm and had a broken right leg, appeared at the door, walked out of the room carefully, and then turned his head to look inside the safe house.

inside the house.

Locke put his hands behind his back and looked at Quinn who was walking to the door with a warm and encouraging smile on his face.

Jack, standing aside, folded his arms, like a cold hill.

"Gudong."

Quinn saw Jack and swallowed subconsciously, then looked at Locke: "My lord, I'm really leaving."

Locke smiled like a spring breeze: "Well, let's go."

do not know why.

Quinn was frightened when he saw the smile on Locke's face.

"I really..."

"roll!"

"okay."

Quinn quickly shut up and ran out without looking back. In less than three breaths, he had run so far away that not even his shadow could be seen.

You couldn't tell at all that his right leg was broken.

"hehe."

Locke looked at Quinn who had just run out and didn't look like he had any broken bones. He sneered and shook his head: "You're really pretending."

Jack walked forward a few steps and closed the security door again. After listening to Locke's words, he looked at Locke with some curiosity.

"Boss, you knew he was pretending, and you still let him go?"

"This time, that time."

The past was before and the present is now.

Before tonight, Locke had no intention of saving Quinn's life.

He originally thought that after finding out from Quinn what tricks Deacon was playing, he would just kill Quinn.

After all, no matter how few extraordinary points you have, they are still extraordinary points.

But after Quinn mentioned Deacon's Blood God Project, he changed his mind.

After Locke and Jack sat down on the sofa in the safe house again, Locke said to Jack thoughtfully: "This Quinn is not only smart, but also ambitious."

Jack frowned: "I can see that he is smart, but his ambition..."

He didn't seem to notice.

Locke laughed and said, "Did you pay close attention to the way Quinn looked at the ring?"

Jack thought for a moment.

"Did not notice."

"I noticed."

Locke smiled and said, "When Quinn saw Deacon's ring, he was shocked and incredulous, and also greedy."

And greed is the root of ambition.

Jack nodded, not quite understanding.

next second.

He looked at Locke with some suspicion again.

"Boss, if he has ambitions, why do you keep him around?"

"Because I want him to summon the Blood God."

"...Blood God?"

"Yes."

Locke nodded.

That's why he changed his mind and let Quinn go.

Jack looked at the smiling expression on Locke's face and scratched his head involuntarily.

He felt his head itchy, as if something was about to grow out.

"Boss, this Blood God doesn't seem to be a good thing."

"not understand?"

"not understand."

Jack shook his head, totally confused as to what his boss was up to.

Locke's mouth curled up.

"If the Blood God doesn't come out, how can New York City be in chaos? If New York City is not in chaos, how can the bureau expand its authority? If the bureau doesn't expand its authority, how can I, your boss, make progress? If I, your boss, don't make progress, how can you and Debbie and the others make progress?"

"Uh……"

Jack blinked and looked at Locke. His eyes seemed clear without any stain from any dirt.

"Boss, I think it's pretty good now."

“…nothing.”

Locke was stunned by Jack's words. He took a deep breath, threw a comment to Jack, and then shook his head and said, "Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you. It's getting late. Let's go back."

Jack said "oh" and was about to get up from the sofa, but suddenly he seemed to think of something else and scratched his head. "Boss, I have another question."

"explain."

"Do you really think Quinn will summon the Blood God like you think?"

"Unless he runs away overnight, or I am really wrong, he has no ambition at all."

Dickon is dead.

But Blade is still alive.

And Quinn is still alive.

I'm afraid there is no vampire in New York City who can compete with Blade at the moment.

The thirteen pure-blooded vampires fed with verbena by Deacon were now weaker than C-class vampires.

and so……

There was no route left for Quinn to choose.

After Blade recovers, he will definitely continue to hunt vampires.

And this time, no vampire could stop Blade.

Thirteen pure-blooded vampires are fine.

But once these thirteen pure-blooded vampires take action, they will definitely discover their own problems.

This is bad news for the ambitious Quinn.

If Quinn is really ambitious.

"Boss, I have another question."

"hiss!"

Locke came back to his senses, looked at Jack, and laughed.

"How many questions do you have?"

"The last one, really."

"……explain."

"that……"

Jack opened his mouth, looked at Locke, and asked cautiously: "Boss, how do you know that Quinn summoned the Blood God to deal with Blade? What if this guy summons the Blood God to deal with us?"

Hearing this, Locke looked at Jack expressionlessly.

Jack blinked.

"What's wrong, Boss? Did I say something wrong?"

"No."

Locke smiled and shook his head: "Jack, if Debbie calls you stupid again in the future, I will be the first to disagree."

Jack's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Locke had a serious expression, hummed, and then patted Jack on the shoulder: "Well, if you are so worried, then go out now, find the Blood God who has not yet been born, and chop him up with a knife."

Jack was stunned. Looking at Locke with a serious expression, he subconsciously pointed his right finger at himself.

"Ah, me?"

"Well, let's go."

"Can……"

"Bullshit."

Locke kicked Jack's butt with his empty foot and said unhappily, "If you can think of it, why can't I think of it? I'm not worried, so why should you worry? If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

Where is this.

New York City.

Even if this Blood God wants to destroy the world, so what?

He just couldn't believe that the great Supreme Sorcerer, who regarded the Earth as his forbidden territory, would watch all this happen.

As for worrying that the Blood God would come to cause trouble for him?

Ah.

Can’t I run away?
Locke thought so in his heart and was too lazy to talk to Jack. He left the safe house directly, got in the car, started the car and drove towards his rented apartment.

after awhile.

He stopped at a drugstore two hundred meters away from his home, thought for a while, bought a bottle of something to liven up his mood, and then got back into the car.

at this time.

"Ding! 』

"Kill successful."

『Obtain extraordinary points: "5"』

"Current Extraordinary Points: 241"

"Ok?"

"Blade's, or Quinn's?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)