The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 76: Quinn loses more than he gains

"Sir, CNN has also been contacted."

"What did the other party say?"

"CNN said that a guy who claimed to be the current vampire leader in New York City contacted them and sent them the videotape."

"The live broadcast on the phone just now was also a request from the other party to exchange videotapes."

"Ah."

Locke sneered: "It's a low-quality product that can't be put on the table."

Debbie stood up, gave her seat back to the sentry, and said with a smile, "Boss, he underestimated us too much. Don't you know that the first lesson of our training is to keep secrets?"

Locke shook his head.

"He didn't underestimate it, but he didn't think of it at all..."

"Jingle Bell."

Locke lowered his eyes, looked at the phone ringing again in his hand, chuckled, and answered it again.

"Locke Underwood..."

"The blade is in my hand. If you want to save him, come here in person."

"It can't be done."

"I...what?"

Quinn, who was in the sacrificial hall, looked at Blade, who was now imprisoned in the transparent coffin. He was slightly stunned when he heard the voice coming from the phone: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill Blade?"

Whether you want to kill or not is none of my business.

Anyway, it wasn't him who brought the blade in.

Again.

Blade also said before that they are no longer friends.

Locke thought to himself that he was a person who would go to great lengths to help his friends, but Blade was not his friend.

and so……

Locke was too lazy to answer this question. He hung up Quinn's call again and added the number directly to his blacklist.

Quinn on the other end listened to the dead tone coming from the phone, glanced at the hung up call, and when he called again, it showed that the call could not be connected.

Furious.

"Fake!"

Quinn raised his hand and threw the phone away.

next second.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his body shape changed, appearing directly in front of the phone, and caught the phone he had just thrown out.

Blade, who had been locked in a transparent coffin, laughed when he heard Quinn's phone call.

Quinn, who was checking his phone to see if it was damaged, listened to the sound coming from the coffin, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Blade.

Quinn walked to Blade's coffin with a gloomy face, and then looked at Blade who was locked inside.

"why are you laughing."

"Laughing at you for being stupid."

The blades in the coffin were now all weapons, and even the sunglasses were moved to Quinn's face.

But Blade's temperament remained unchanged, and he looked at Quinn with a mocking look: "I still like the silly and cute you from before."

Quinn took off his sunglasses, his eyes were bloodshot.

"I like it better now."

"is it?"

Blade asked back, then laughed: "Then why do I feel like you are afraid?"

Quinn laughed loudly: "I am afraid, I will be afraid! When the time comes, I will be able to summon the Blood God immediately, what should I be afraid of."

Blade licked his dry thick lips with his vampire fangs, which could no longer be restrained.

"You are afraid that before the time comes, Locke Underwood will come to you and make your plan fail."

"You're afraid of Locke Underwood." "I'm curious."

"After you escaped from the abandoned hangar, what happened to you? What conditions did you negotiate with him that made him let you..."

"Shut up!"

Quinn roared and punched Blade's transparent coffin.

but……

If Blade keeps his mouth shut, he won’t be Blade: “Sure enough, you are afraid.”

Quinn roared, "Shut up, shut up."

Because along with Blade's words, Quinn's mind once again emerged the scene in the Sentinel safe house when Locke looked at him with contempt and alms, just like the way Deacon looked at him at that time.

In order to stop this image from lingering in his mind, Quinn looked at Blade who ignored his threats and continued to nag, and chose to turn around and leave.

After Quinn turned and left, Blade's pale face showed a look of discomfort and he coughed a few times.

But the look he gave Quinn as he turned and left was full of curiosity.

He was indeed curious about what had happened to Quinn after he escaped from the abandoned hangar that night.

Of course.

He wasn't the only one who was curious.

Some vampires who were loyal to Dickon Frost and had not caused any trouble after Quinn succeeded to the throne appeared in front of Quinn at this moment.

Quinn frowned as he looked at the four vampires who appeared in front of him after he returned to the office, pushed the door open and walked in from outside.

"What are you doing?"

"Leader...Quinn."

The leading vampire looked at Quinn and asked in a deep voice, "During the CNN live broadcast, the Sentinel Secret Service agent said that you abandoned Master Deacon at that time. Is that true?"

Quinn was slightly stunned: "How come...didn't I order any vampire not to contact the outside world without permission?"

The four vampires looked at Quinn expressionlessly.

Their master is also Dickon Frost, but they are different from the other vampires who refused to obey Quinn even after knowing Dickon's death.

Since Deacon chose Quinn as the heir to his estate, they will continue to be loyal to Quinn, who inherited Deacon's estate.

But what was said in that live phone call broadcast just now by CNN?
Quinn did not choose to escape during the Sentinelese's crackdown on Deacon Frost as he said.

If this is the case, then Quinn is not an heir to an estate, but a despicable thief.

Considering Quinn's previous character and his actions after coming to power, he eliminated dissidents, destroyed the supernatural alliance, and kidnapped homeless people and turned them into vampires.

The four vampires seemed to have noticed something.

"We are in this situation now. Could it be that you have reached some agreement with the agent of the Sentinel Secret Service..."

"presumptuous!"

Quinn slammed the table and stood up, angrily scolding the four vampires who ran over to question him. He stretched out his right hand, revealing the ring on his hand: "This ring was handed to me by Master Deacon himself. If I had run away at that time, how could I have this ring."

That's right too.

The four vampires looked at each other as they listened to Quinn's explanation.

Seeing this, Quinn said directly: "Okay, throw out the corpses of the stinky rats that just broke in."

The four vampires looked at each other, then nodded, turned and walked outside.

soon.

The four vampires who came over to question him left in shame.

Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.

next second.

He shuddered all over, as if he had thought of something, and quickly took out the mobile phone he had just put down and quickly put it back to his ear.

"Queen……"

"Queen?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)