The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 62 Midnight Horror!

"Dong dong!"

"..."

There was a knock on the apartment door.

Natasha, who was originally sitting on the sofa and looking suspiciously at Locke who stood up after answering a phone call, also stood up from the sofa the moment there was a knock on the door.

The moment Natasha stood up, the lazy expression on her face disappeared and she turned into the top agent Black Widow again.

click!
The sound of a pistol being loaded and the safety being released was heard.

Natasha walked to Locke's side and her eyes fell on the knock on the apartment door.

"Did you tell anyone else the address?"

"No."

Locke shook his head.

These days he didn't go back to his apartment after get off work, but stayed in Natasha's apartment in Manhattan.

It’s because the queen didn’t allow him to take the takeout home.

Locke silently hung up the phone and exchanged glances with Natasha.

Natasha understood.

"Which one."

"NYPD, please open the door, ma'am."

A voice introducing itself was heard from outside the door.

Natasha turned and looked at Locke.

Locke raised an eyebrow.

New York Police Department?

Why are you knocking on the door in the middle of the night?
Locke also walked to the bar, turned off the safety, put his gun behind him, and nodded to Natasha again.

who cares.

When the enemy comes, we will fight them with our soldiers; when the water comes, we will block it with earth.

"coming!"

Natasha received the signal, said something to the outside, then put her weapon behind her and walked towards the door.

at this time.

A slight noise coming from outside the door was caught by Locke's now keen hearing.

Locke moved instantly and appeared behind Natasha. He grabbed Natasha's arm and quickly retreated.

next second.

"Oh!"

A big hole was instantly pierced through the door by the shotgun.

"Boom!"

The broken door was kicked open in an instant by someone outside.

"boom!"

The bullet fired out from Locke's gun as he pulled the trigger while pulling Natasha back, and directly pierced the forehead of a male police officer in a New York Police Department uniform who had just kicked open the door.

"road!"

"Shet."

"shot."

The other two police officers standing at the door looked at their companion who was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground, cursed angrily, and quickly pointed their guns at Locke and Natasha inside the house and pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang!
Boom, boom, boom!
In an instant.

Bullets whizzed and poured out towards the place where Locke and Natasha had just stood.

But it hit me lonely.

Locke and Natasha dodged and hid at the bar where they could not be seen from the door.

Seeing this, the two police officers at the door immediately stopped shooting and quickly replaced the magazines in their hands.

Just when one of the police officers lowered his head.

Boom!
Natasha flashed out, aimed at the chest of one of the police officers in less than 0.1 second, and pulled the trigger.

"Bruce!"

"Fake!"

The remaining police officer quickly hid against the wall. Looking at his companion who was also lying on the ground, gasping for breath, he couldn't help but curse towards the stairs: "Damn it, why don't you come and help?"

The words fell.

Five more police officers, also wearing New York Police Department uniforms, quickly walked up the stairs.

One of the police officers with a scar on his right cheek first looked at the police officer who was lying on the ground, holding his chest, breathing heavily, and his eyes were full of the desire to survive. The police officer, who was full of the desire to survive, tried hard to open his mouth.

"save……"

"boom!"

The scarred policeman raised his gun expressionlessly and pulled the trigger. Then he took out a fragmentation grenade from his pocket, pulled the safety bolt, and threw it directly into the apartment with the door wide open.

Ding dong dong!
The fragmentation grenade landed on the floor of the apartment and began to roll towards where Locke and Natasha were hiding.

at this time.

Locke instantly appeared behind the fragmentation grenade and kicked it out directly.

The fragmentation grenade flew out of the door like a football.

The scarred policeman outside the door looked at this scene with surprise and...panic on his face.

It's a pity it's too late.

boom!
The fragmentation grenade exploded the moment the apartment door was kicked open.

Scar-faced police officer was the first to be hit and was blown away.

The police officer who arrived first was turned into a hornet's nest by the flying debris.

Locke looked towards where Natasha was.

"cover me."

"it is good."

The moment Natasha responded, she also walked out from the bar, holding guns in both hands, protecting Locke who was rushing out the door.

After walking out of the apartment door, Locke had already pointed the muzzle of his gun at the staircase on the left. Looking at the four police officers who were getting up from the ground, he pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

The gunfire ended and the battle ended.

Natasha walked out and glanced at the police officer lying between the door and the stairwell, then her eyes fell on the scarred police officer who was leaning against the wall and spitting blood, his uniform torn to pieces by the aftermath of the explosion and his body full of fragments.

Scar-faced police officer looked at Natasha who was walking out and subconsciously raised his right hand.

"boom!"

The scarred policeman who was shot in the middle of his eyebrows slammed his head against the wall behind him, then lowered his head heavily.

Natasha looked at Locke who was shooting nearby.

"Why don't you ask who sent them?"

"Need not."

Locke said this, then walked up to the Scarface Policeman who had just turned into a corpse, hooked the Scarface Policeman's head with his right foot, exposing his right ear.

Behind Scar Officer’s right ear, there is a piece of text that looks like a tadpole.

"Mark of the Blood Servant?"

Natasha noticed the mark and looked at Locke beside her: "Did you guess it?"

Locke smiled and said, "I guess so."

He had just thought of this after learning that Blade's lair had been attacked by vampires.

There is no such thing as a coincidence.

When vampires came to Blade's side, the police officers came to his side.

obviously.

The ambitious vampire Quinn began to make his move.

After recruiting soldiers and eliminating dissidents, he finally had time to kidnap Blade and send these blood servants loyal to the vampire to destroy him.

Tsk.

The plan is good, but it seems to underestimate him.

The reason why Quinn sent blood servants instead of vampires may be, on the one hand, to eliminate his vigilance, and on the other hand, to reduce the influence after his death.

After all, being killed by a vampire and being killed by an ordinary person are two different concepts.

pity!

Quinn underestimated him, and he also underestimated Natasha.

Even if he didn't take action, let alone these little Karamis, even if the number increased by a dozen, Natasha would probably not even take a breath after killing them all.

But it's understandable.

After all, he was a slave in power, and neither his intelligence sources nor his vision could be compared with the deceased Deacon.

but……

Having a short-sightedness also has its advantages.

At least this scene won’t take too long and will be over soon.

……

(End of this chapter)