The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 66 Queen Catherine!
Boom!
The ashtray was thrown out suddenly, and with a thud, it hit the forehead of a vampire who was lowering his head.

moment.

The vampire staggered and bled, but he didn't make a sound.

Now Quinn, who is wearing a black silk home suit, puts his hands on the table and looks at his submissive vampire subordinates in front of him with murderous eyes.

This moment seems like the passage of time.

A dozen days ago, he was just like the submissive vampire subordinate in front of him, and he didn't even dare to breathe in front of Deacon.

But after a dozen days, he had become Dicken.

This feeling...

Very cool!

From today on, I don't want anyone to speak loudly in front of me.

Quinn was enjoying the feeling now and he wanted to keep enjoying it, and to do that, he had to do what Deacon wanted to do.

Revive the Blood God and become the Blood God!
The steps on how to revive the Blood God were finally cracked at noon today, so he didn't want to wait a moment and directly sent his subordinates to capture the Blade Warrior, the key medium for resurrecting the Blood God.

and also……

Send the Blood Servant to kill the Sentinel Secret Service agent who knows his dark history.

Quinn will never forget the way Locke looked at him in the safe house.

Contempt.

Condescending.

domineering.

Exactly the same look his former master Dickon gave him.

He knew what that look meant.

Whether it was Deacon or Locke, they all looked at Quinn as if he were a dispensable wild dog.

But now Dickon is dead.

and so.

Locke must die, too.

As long as he died, Quinn would be relieved. From now on, no one could stand on his head to pee or even poop.

From now on, he, Quinn, is the vampire leader.

only.

No one will ever know his past again.

but……

"Blade ran away."

"The blood servants sent out to assassinate Locke Underwood also failed."

Quinn's tone was very soft at first, but as he spoke, his voice gradually increased. By the end, he was almost shouting at the vampire standing in front of him: "He's just an ordinary person, how could he fail?"

Blade ran away, he could understand.

After all, Blade's fighting power was there, so he was prepared for the possibility of failure in the capture.

But Locke...

He couldn't understand.

In order to kill the enemy with one blow, he mobilized nearly ten blood servants hidden in the New York Police Department. The purpose was to lower Locke's vigilance when he arrived at the door and then use numbers to ensure that he could kill the enemy with one blow.

But the result?

Nearly ten blood servants were wiped out?
What the hell is this?

Quinn's mind once again reappeared the scene of Locke looking at him with indifference, as if he was looking at an ant.

He had even imagined that it wouldn't be long before Locke would lead a group of Sentinel Secret Service to rush into his building.

No!

Quinn took a deep breath and tried hard to erase the image from his mind.

"try to find!"

Quinn almost gritted his teeth and said, "Send out all the vampires and blood servants to find the blade for me as quickly as possible."

The only way now is to find the Blade Warrior as soon as possible, and then use the Blade Warrior as a medium to summon the Blood God as quickly as possible.

then……

He will become the Blood God on earth!
The vampire below responded quickly and turned away.

Just as the vampire was about to go out, suddenly, as if he thought of something, he stopped and turned to look at Quinn.

"Master... Master." "Speak!"

"Then, that Luo..."

"roll!"

Quinn slammed the table and roared loudly at the vampire.

The scene that he had just tried so hard to forget reappeared in his mind again.

The vampire ran out trembling all over.

Quinn looked at the closed door, was silent for a while, thought about it, and his eyes fell on the mobile phone beside him.

This phone belongs to Deacon.

Now it was in his hands. Thanks to this phone, he was able to prove in such a short time that he was the designated heir to Deacon's estate before his death.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him, a servant and driver of Dicken, to keep this position.

But even so, there were still some of Dicken's men who did not obey him.

He had no choice but to send those people to reunite with Dicken.

pity.

Even if vampires die, their souls cannot go to hell, so he is not worried at all that Deacon will be resurrected and come to find him.

Quinn laughed inexplicably when he thought of this, and then found the only phone number in his address book that he had not called in these days.

Number note: "Queen"!
He didn't know much about this "Queen".

but……

Quinn looked at the ring on his finger that once belonged to Deacon.

This ring seems to have been given by the queen.

He recalled the day when Deacon received a phone call, his face changed, and he told him to get out.

Quinn was very curious at the time why this phone call could make Deacon, who remained calm in the face of thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders, change color.

So after he left the room that day, he did not walk far away, but carefully put his ear to the door, listening carefully to the sound of Deacon's phone call.

Queen.

He remembered that this was what Deacon called the person on the other end after he answered the call.

Then Dickon talked about the ring. In short, he expressed his loyalty to the queen on the other end of the phone in the same respectful tone as he had always done.

It was on that day that he learned the secret of the ring.

Wearing this ring, vampires will no longer be afraid of sunlight and ultraviolet rays and can walk freely in the daytime.

This made Quinn very envious.

But now he doesn't need to envy.

because……

The ring is his.

Quinn looked down at the ring on his finger.

Originally, he had no intention of contacting this "Queen".

Because he didn't want to have another master.

But right now?
He thought of Blade who had escaped, and then of Locke who had sent out the blood servants but failed in the assassination attempt.

I have to up the ante.

Quinn looked at the number, his eyes flickering with hesitation, then he muttered something, as if he had convinced himself, and then pressed the number.

The number was dialed quickly.

after awhile.

The call is connected.

"Dickon."

A cold sound like a cool breeze blowing through a valley sounded in Quinn's ears.

Quinn shuddered.

"Queen."

"…You are not Dicken, who are you!"

Katherine Pierce, who was lying on a beach chair on a beach in Los Angeles and wearing a pair of sunglasses and had a perfect figure, sat up from the beach.

……

(End of this chapter)