The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 58: Kind-hearted Locke

Locke walked out of the warehouse and returned to the car. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of guilt came over him.

He took out a cigarette, threw one to Jack, then moved his right hand and held a cigarette in his mouth.

Jack's lighter just happened to come over.

Locke lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and blew smoke rings toward the window.

"call!"

"Fuck Fuck."

Locke shook his head speechlessly and said to Jack who was sitting in the passenger seat: "This damn guilt."

really.

Old Underwood was right, he had no potential to be a politician at all.

He still wasn't ruthless enough.

Before he spoke to Blade just now, Locke felt no guilt about pushing Blade out as a scapegoat.

He's just a small fry. It's his honor to be allowed to take the blame.

This was Locke's initial idea.

But what did Blade just say?

The clear, seemingly stupid eyes looked at him, and then said in a deep voice, no matter who you are, no matter what you want to do, as long as you kill vampires, then I can be the one to kill Deacon.

A sense of guilt for deceiving a fool suddenly arose.

Hey!
"I knew I wouldn't come."

"Uh……"

Jack hesitated for a moment, then said uncertainly: "Boss, aren't we putting the blame on SHIELD? Not on Blade."

Locke said with a swish, looking at Jack.

Jack felt Locke's burning gaze and couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "SHIELD put the blame on Blade. That's SHIELD's business. It has nothing to do with us."

Locke's eyes lit up.

Yes.

His plan has always been to let SHIELD take the blame. After all, all supernatural creatures other than mutants are under the jurisdiction of SHIELD.

When people say Blade is taking the blame, it is actually SHIELD who pushed Blade out as a temporary worker to take the blame.

What does it have to do with the Sentinel Secret Service and him, Locke?

After realizing this, Locke couldn't help but blink.

"Then what the hell was I feeling guilty about?"

"Uh……"

Jack thought for a moment, then looked at Locke and said carefully, "Because you are kind?"

Locke laughed.

Correct.

That's right.

Because he is kind!

Wasn't it because he was too kind that old Underwood said he was not suitable to be a politician when he was a child?

Locke thought of the scenes from his childhood, smiled and shook his head, then glanced at the warehouse behind him through the rearview mirror. Without stopping, he started the car and left the Blade Warrior's lair.

Abraham Whistler, an old white man who saw Locke leave through surveillance, turned around and found Blade who was already working out on the pull-up bar: "They're gone."

Blade, who was pulling on the horizontal bar frantically, trying to restore himself to peak condition in the shortest time possible, hummed and did not respond.

Abraham Whistler looked at Blade with a distressed look in his eyes: "You just recovered, take a rest for a while."

After all, he raised the child.

You will only love your own child.

Abraham Whistler said in a deep voice: "That Locke Underwood comes from a politician family. Don't believe anything he says."

Politicians' words are lies.

As a child born into a politician's family, not a single word he says can be trusted.

Blade took the towel handed to him by Abraham Whistler and wiped the sweat off his body.

"I know."

"You don't know, he wants you to take the blame. Dicken is dead, and the vampires in New York City are already in chaos." "Don't we always want to kill Dicken?"

Blade looked at Abraham Whistler, who looked a little anxious, and asked curiously, "Now that Deacon is dead, isn't this a good thing?"

Abraham Whistler's brow twitched.

"This is different. The Sentinel Secret Service is clearly planning to use this incident to profit for themselves."

"That's none of our business."

Blade grinned at Abraham Whistler, revealing his white teeth. "It's all about profit, as long as they kill the vampires. As for me taking the blame, once the vampires in New York City are dealt with, we can leave, right?"

He doesn't have many days left.

Continuously slashing vampires, continuously getting injured, and continuously being injected with anti-vampire virus serum.

Especially after this injury.

Blade could feel that the anti-vampire serum was becoming less and less effective against him.

Maybe the next time he gets injured, or maybe the next time he gets injured, the serum will become ineffective and he will be completely transformed into a vampire.

He was not afraid of becoming a vampire himself. He was only afraid that after becoming a vampire, he would not kill all the vampires.

and so……

It's no big deal to take the blame. If taking the blame can make the vampires in New York City disappear, he will only be happy, not sad.

Moreover, if the vampire disappeared, he could use the remaining time to do something he really liked and wanted to do.

For example, to provide Abraham Whistler with care and support until his death.

Abraham Whistler listened to Blade's words and looked at the expression on Blade's face. He felt like he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

no way.

Blade had said so, what else could he say? What else could he say?
Whistler was silent for a while, sighed, and turned the topic to the black girl who was still resting on the single bed: "Why did you bring her back?"

Blade shook his head and looked at the black girl lying on the bed not far away.

"do not know."

"what?"

"I don't know why I brought her back."

"..."

Whistler was silent again.

He looked at the blade, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Blade saw this scene and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Whistler's gaze shifted across Blade's body, and finally his expression became slightly relieved.

"The child has grown up."

"..."

Blade frowned, looking at Whistler who suddenly became confused, and began to wonder if Whistler was also bitten by a vampire.

Just as he was about to give Whistler a thorough checkup.

Not far away, the black girl lying on the bed moaned, then woke up slowly and opened her eyes.

at the same time.

When Locke returned to the Sentinel Secret Service, Debbie had already returned from New Amherst Hospital.

He also learned from Debbie what happened after Blade went to the hospital.

The process was the same as what happened in the forensic office downstairs.

Three special police officers who were bitten by vampires were sent to New Amsterdam Hospital for treatment and were directly assimilated into vampires on the operating table.

Several medical staff were bitten to death or injured.

The black girl who was rescued by Blade was one of the medical staff.

"That's right, boss."

"When I came back, the hospital was surrounded by reporters."

"This is a complete fuss."

"..."

(End of this chapter)