The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 56 The story that opens

As the leader of Group 8 spoke, he pointed to two still warm bodies lying on the floor not far away.

Locke looked in the direction of Team Leader Eight's finger.

Two bodies were lying in a pool of blood on the ground, with wounds on their necks clearly visible.

As Team Leader Eight said this, everyone in the forensic office finally reacted.

Several agents who were relatively close to the corpse quickly distanced themselves from the corpse as if they had rockets on their butts.

soon.

The area around the corpse suddenly became empty.

Accompanied by the sound of various pistols being loaded.

Locke glanced around.

Good guy.

Almost everyone took out their guns at the same time and aimed at the two bodies as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

After half an hour.

The poor forensic apprentice, under the threat of countless guns, trembled as he found the rope and tied the two bodies tightly.

Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief and put down their weapons.

The injured Team Leader John waved to the forensic apprentice who survived the disaster and asked him to continue helping with bandaging.

but……

The forensic apprentice glared at Team Leader Six and left the forensic office without looking back.

This crappy job is open to anyone who wants it.

I quit.

John looked at the forensic apprentice who didn't even turn his head, opened his mouth, and then looked at Team Leader Eight standing beside him.

"Laoba..."

"Those bitten to death will be resurrected."

Just when John was about to ask Team Leader Eight to help bandage the wound, Locke spoke up faintly, looking at John's injured right arm: "I wonder if the injured one will also become a vampire."

"Ok?"

Team Leader Eight was slightly stunned, looking at John in front of him, his eyes fell on John's half-bandaged arm, and then he quickly moved away.

John was also stunned when he heard this.

He looked at Locke who had spoken, and when he realized what was happening, he was about to curse, but then he received the same treatment as the two corpses.

"let me go."

"Damn it, let me go, I'm fine."

"Locke, I'm going to school early!"

"Shit, I'm fine..."

John, who was tied up with ropes by Team Leaders Eight and Seven, started cursing at everyone and Locke.

Sitting nearby, two agents from Group 6 who were also tied up with ropes sat there with deathly pale faces, not moving a muscle.

Everyone turned a deaf ear to John's cursing.

What a joke.

If you get injured and get infected and become a vampire, then if we let you out, we will be in danger.

So after discussing it for a while, everyone left the forensic office in unison and locked the door of the forensic office from the outside with an iron chain.

"It's safe now."

"do not know."

"Why not just kill him?"

"Ok!"

"Ok?"

Everyone looked at the three team leaders who made this suggestion.

Locke also looked at the third team leader who was being stared at by everyone.

He wanted to agree, but after thinking it over, he didn't do the first thing.

The third team leader felt a little hot under the gazes of the crowd, and he laughed dryly twice: "Just joking, just joking, John is my beloved relative, how could I possibly want him to die."

Everyone looked at the third team leader expressionlessly.

Dearest friends and family?

Why don’t I believe it?

However, no matter how much they didn't believe it, they didn't ask any more questions about it. Instead, they tacitly withdrew their gazes and once again looked through the glass at Team Leader John, who was still sitting on the chair and shouting at everyone. "Damn it!"

"It's fine if you just tied me up, but could you please not leave these two bodies with us?"

"I'll go to bed at eight in the morning!"

"..."

Everyone was silent for a while, and then Team Leader Eight was the first to turn around and leave. It was as if a switch was touched, and one after another they chose to leave.

Locke yawned, then turned and left, following everyone else.

at this time.

Debbie, who was walking behind, took out her vibrating cell phone, took a look at it, her eyes narrowed, and she quickly caught up with Locke.

"Boss, the blade is moving."

"where."

"New Amsterdam Hospital."

"Walk."

Locke said without hesitation.

There has been no movement from Blade these days, and he even suspected that Blade had died from his serious injuries.

do not know why.

He just heard Debbie say that the blade had finally moved. He felt relieved, but he could even say that he was a little excited.

"But why is he going to the hospital in broad daylight?"

"Waiting for satellite image transmission."

Debbie, who was already in the car, said as she looked at the images on the tablet that were waiting to be transmitted.

In order for this play to go on smoothly, the bureau gave the play's director, Locke, the right to mobilize the Sentinel satellites 24 hours a day.

soon.

Real-time footage from the Sentinel satellite is online.

In the flat screen, Blade is driving his classic old car to the New Amsterdam Hospital.

Jack, who was sitting in the back seat, seemed to remember.

"By the way, Boss, it seems that Brown and the three injured Secret Service agents are being treated at the New Amsterdam Hospital."

"Boss, Blade won't think you're also at New Amsterdam Hospital, so let's go find you."

After all, only people in the bureau knew that Locke and Brown had parted ways.

Blade?
Not to mention that Blade has been staying at home to recuperate these days, even if Blade was outside, he wouldn't know about such things, and Locke is even less likely to tell.

Being betrayed is not a glorious thing.

When Locke thought of this, he remembered what happened a few days ago when his father, who was far away in Washington, called him to tease him after learning about this matter.

The unbridled laughter made Locke so angry that his mouth almost twisted.

But old Underwood didn't mock him for long. After mocking him, he just told him to be more cautious next time.

After all, as the party whip, he couldn't afford to have a son who was betrayed repeatedly.

Locke wanted to explain that Brown was just a useful weapon in his definition, a friend, but definitely not a subordinate, so there was no question of betrayal.

This is also the reason why he didn't react much after Brown said he wanted to leave him and go to Group 6 to work with John.

It's just a weapon. If it's lost, it's lost. At most you can just replace it with a new one.

But after thinking about it, he gave up.

To explain is to cover up, and to cover up is to feel guilty.

This is also what old Underwood taught him when he was young.

Never explain anything that doesn't exist.

After half an hour.

Just after Blade drove to New Amsterdam Hospital, Locke drove to the hospital ten minutes late.

get off.

"Which floor?"

"Intensive Care Unit..."

Debbie said as she got out of the car, turning her head, and suddenly, there was a loud bang above her head.