The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 75 The vampire is completely exposed!

Chapter 75 The vampire is completely exposed!
The sudden closure of the Vampire Building happened in broad daylight, which naturally attracted the attention of reporters in New York City, which was in a state of chaos these days.

Vampires have appeared in New York City.

No matter from which angle this is written, it is enough news material for these reporters to write about it for a month without feeling outdated.

Considering that these reporters write about Tony Stark's past without any news, it is quite normal for them to do so.

So half an hour after the Vampire Building closed its doors, reporters from New York City had already arrived at the scene.

Faced with the news that this closed building was suspected to be a vampire lair in New York City, many reporters were trembling.

Do not misunderstand.

They were not trembling with fear, but with excitement.

Some reporters who were crazy about news even walked around the Vampire Building, trying to find a way to lead to the building.

As a reporter who had to be crazy to be a reporter appeared, more reporters appeared.

By the time the New York Police Department arrived at the scene, the reporters had almost surrounded the Vampire Building.

Locke, who was at the Sentinel Combat Command Center, rested his chin with one hand while watching the real-time images on the big screen.

Debbie, who was standing by, frowned as she watched the media reporters on the big screen being driven away by the New York Police Department but couldn't be driven away.

"Boss, do you want to send someone to drive these reporters away?"

"Drive away?"

“Why drive them away?”

Locke put down his right hand and laughed: "Let go of the desire to help others and respect their fate."

Debbie blinked.

"What does this mean, Boss?"

"People who seek death are not worth saving."

Locke smiled, stood up from his chair, put his hands in his pockets, walked to the big screen, looked at the reporters on the big screen who were trying to play hide-and-seek with the police officers around the building under the persuasion of the New York Police Department, and then looked at the time on his watch.

"How much time has passed since the satellite signal was disrupted?"

"One hundred and thirty-eight minutes."

Debbie checked the time.

More than two hours have passed since the chaos appeared on the screen.

Locke nodded, stretched, and prepared to go outside: "I'll go to the office to rest for a while, and then I'll come back if there's any movement..."

The words have not yet fallen.

A sentry who was responsible for searching for information on the Internet was suddenly startled and turned to look at Locke who was about to go out.

"Sir, CNN News Channel's official website has released a video that you should watch."

"..."

Locke stopped and looked at the sentry who spoke.

The Sentinel then projected the video that had just been released on the official website of CNN News Channel onto the big screen.

Once the video is played.

moment.

Screams came.

"what!"

Along with the screams, a man with a distorted appearance and almost as thin as a stick appeared in the video, along with a black dancer with bloodshot eyes who was sucking on the man's neck.

"hiss."

"Thick and greasy Xie Te."

“They actually went in.”

Everyone in the combat command center exclaimed and cried out to God, and then quickly turned their eyes to Locke, who had his hands in his pockets.

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who was sucked into a stick at the end of the video, and the blade that flashed by and covered his shoulder for the last time.

more than two hours.

Tsk.

Is it so lame?

but……

The wound on Blade's shoulder just now seemed to be an arrow wound.

Hawkeye did it?

But I didn't see Hawkeye either.

Wait a moment.

Could the man who just smoked so much drugs that his body became a stick of smoke be the Skrull in disguise as Hawkeye?

Speaking of which, when a Skrull dies, shouldn't he revert back to his regular Skrull form?

Locke was brainstorming. Debbie looked at Locke who was standing there without saying a word and reminded him softly.

"Boss."

"……Um."

Locke shook his head and took a deep breath: "Confirm the video with CNN..."

The words are not finished yet.

Jingle Bell!
Locke took out his cell phone from his arms, looked at the number on it, and raised his eyebrows.

He was familiar with this number.

If he remembered correctly, the number was Deacon's cell phone number.

how.

A cross-border call from Deacon from hell?

Locke put the phone to his ear and tapped the answer.

"I'm Locke Underwood."

"Have you seen the video I sent out? Sorry, the people you sent here are all dead."

"Queen."

Locke listened to the voice on the phone and said with a bright smile: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the person who went in was not my man. My man hasn't gone in yet."

After hearing her boss mention the name Quinn, Debbie ran to the control console and started locating Locke's incoming call signal.

Quinn's tone didn't change over the phone.

"Then you better hurry up. After all, the blade is already in my hand."

"Really? Congratulations."

"No, I should thank you."

Quinn smiled and said, "If you hadn't put me back then, I wouldn't be who I am today. I can achieve what I have today, thanks to you, Agent Locke Underwood of the Sentinel Secret Service."

Locke didn't say anything, but looked in the direction of a sentry's finger.

into the eye.

The CNN news channel, which had already started live broadcasting, was at this moment broadcasting the conversation between him and Quinn.

There is also a very special and eye-catching title.

"Exclusive revelation: New York vampires and the Sentinel Secret Service!"

"..."

Good guy.

Locke called out in his heart, "Good fellow!" He nodded calmly to the sentinels who were looking at him, and then said without any fluctuation in his tone, "Are you referring to the time when your master, Dickon Frost, was besieged by us, and you abandoned your master and fled, and I didn't send anyone to catch up with you?"

Facts require evidence.

Facts without evidence are just truths, not facts.

mock up.

Seeing low is seeing low.

What gave you the courage and the illusion that you could extract words from an elite law enforcement officer with just one phone call?

Locke wanted to laugh, but his expression remained unchanged.

Quinn, who was in the sacrifice hall, couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he heard Locke's words.

"Escape. If you hadn't broken your promise when Dicken asked you to negotiate..."

"Federal law enforcement agencies never negotiate with any criminals."

Locke interrupted directly with a righteous look: "Quinn, what do you want to do by calling here? Just tell me."

Quinn sneered.

"hehe."