The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 55: The Resurrected Corpse
Just as people will only realize that the rising sea level a few years ago was a signal when the doomsday comes.

At this moment, the death of Eze Morton is also a signal.

His death was not an end, but a beginning.

The beginning of chaos.

Five days later.

A second victim appeared.

Or Brown's special team member.

However, he did not die at home. He was found in the bathroom of a bar.

The cause of death was the same as that of Ezer Morton.

His skin was snow-white, without a trace of blood. All the blood in his body had been sucked dry.

Not a drop left.

Such an identity.

Such a way to die.

Especially since the discovery location was in the restroom of a busy bar.

As expected, in less than half an hour, the photo of the special forces soldier's death was circulated on the Internet.

For a time, the information that there were vampires in New York City directly topped the New York City hot search list.

This is not counting.

When Brown received the news, he took his team to the bar to collect the bodies, and then they were attacked again on the way back.

This time the attack was even captured on camera by eyewitnesses.

Even the scene of a vampire being hit by an ultraviolet bullet and instantly combusting and turning into ashes was captured with incredible clarity.

By daytime, the headlines of major newspapers in New York City were all about vampires.

"A vampire appeared in Manhattan?"

"Sentinel Secret Service vs. Vampires!"

"Oh! God! Vampires!!!"

The Sentinel Secret Service and the Brown Special Service were directly pushed to the forefront.

This is not.

Early this morning, the downstairs of the Sentinel Secret Service was crowded with reporters from major New York newspapers, trying to get the Sentinel Secret Service to be interviewed, and if possible, it would be best to get Brown to accept their on-site interview.

But all this has nothing to do with Locke.

Locke was sitting in his office chair, searching for real estate information online, hoping that he might be able to find a bargain.

As for the reporters outside and Brown, who was reduced in number again, they were not as important as him finding a house.

He is a traitor after all.

If Brown had not switched to Group 6 and stayed in Group 1, Locke would definitely be very angry.

Maybe he would take Brown to the Vampire Building that night to avenge the death of the special forces member.

at the moment?

revenge?

The person who died was not mine.

What a revenge.

Just as he was concentrating on browsing Manhattan's most visited real estate information website, Debbie pushed the door open and walked in from outside in a hurry.

Debbie looked a little scared.

"My goodness, I feel like all the reporters from every newspaper in New York City are downstairs from us."

"No way."

Jack, who was sitting at his seat, was a little unconvinced. He stood up, walked to the window not far away, and looked down.

next second.

"God."

Jack widened his eyes, looking at the huge crowd downstairs, and exclaimed: "There weren't so many people half an hour ago."

Debbie curled her lips, ignored Jack, and walked quickly to Locke: "Boss, I've found out everything."

Locke turned his gaze away from the US$30 million mansion on the screen and looked up at Debbie.

"Two people died and three were injured."

"Brown?"

Locke frowned and asked, "Is he dead?"

Debbie shook her head: "No, but I was also injured. I went to the hospital with three injured people." Locke's eyes did not fluctuate when he heard this, and he returned his gaze to the real estate information on the screen.

"Pretty good."

"..."

Seeing this, Debbie shrugged, stopped talking, and walked towards her seat.

Locke looked up and said to Debbie and Jack, "Don't forget, don't leave the building unless necessary during this period."

When vampires attack secret service members, that's called a crime.

But if the vampires dare to attack the Sentinel Special Service Building, it would be called a rebellion.

Well known.

Crime requires evidence, but counterinsurgency only requires coordinates.

Debbie's eyes lit up and she patted her pockets: "Don't worry, Boss, I always carry the holy water bombs with me."

Jack also took out two holy water bombs from his pocket without saying a word.

Ever since Locke reminded them five days ago, the two of them simply settled down in the interrogation and detention room next door.

Not to mention the holy water bomb, both of them had crosses around their necks that had been baptized by the church priest.

As for the pistol loaded with ultraviolet bullets, he never leaves it alone. When he sleeps, he turns off the safety and places it beside the bed, to ensure that he can empty the magazine at the first moment in case of an attack.

Locke looked at the holy water bombs in the hands of the two people, raised his eyelids, and pulled the corners of his mouth: "Well, it's good."

Debbie giggled.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a red light flashed and a shrill alarm sounded throughout the space.

Locke subconsciously looked up at the flashing alarm lights above his head.

There is only one possibility when such a warning light appears.

Someone has invaded the building.

hiss!
Is Quinn playing such a big game?

Locke thought to himself.

Debbie's expression changed the moment the alarm light appeared. She quickly walked to her computer and looked at Locke.

"Boss, the medical examiner's office."

"Walk."

Locke came back to his senses and without thinking too much, he stood up from his seat, opened a drawer beside him, took out his service pistol, and quickly walked out the door.

Debbie and Jack stood up and followed.

However, just as Locke brought Debbie and Jack out of the elevator, the alarm had been lifted.

They came quickly, but someone came faster than them.

Locke walked into the forensic office and met the team leaders who came to support him. Then his eyes fell on several injured special police officers, and then on the two ashes on the ground.

Good guy.

He knew that Quinn was ambitious, but he never thought that Quinn's ambition seemed too big.

This guy really dares to play himself as a terrorist.

Locke withdrew his gaze from the two ashes on the ground, then looked at John, who was stretching out his arm with a gloomy face and letting the forensic apprentice bandage his wound, and then his gaze fell on the leader of Group 8 standing next to him.

"what happened?"

"The dead are resurrected."

Even though Locke and the other team leaders were not very interested, it didn't mean they wouldn't talk.

And this is official business.

The leader of Group 8 told Locke what happened with a lingering fear on his face.

Things are simple.

Didn’t Brown’s special forces team encounter a vampire attack on the way back last night, and two people died?

The two bodies were originally placed in the forensic office and were to be taken away for cremation this afternoon.

But just now, the two corpses suddenly opened their eyes, as if they were resurrected, and started biting anyone they saw.

A forensic doctor and a forensic medicine apprentice were bitten to death.

The others reacted and sounded the alarm.

"Well, the bodies are there, and I don't know if these two will be resurrected."

"..."

(End of this chapter)