The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 84: Nick Fury

Locke was quite curious about this question.

after all……

When Quinn summons the Blood God determines the time he goes in.

In a word.

If Quinn had summoned the Blood God, or was in the process of summoning him, and he was leading people in, even if something went wrong in the end, the blame would not be on him.

This is why Locke told his supervisor Walter that SHIELD's handover of the case should be based on his entry into the building.

Quinn was visibly stunned when he answered the phone and was bombarded with questions from Locke.

I don't know if it was his imagination.

Quinn always felt that the one who wanted to summon the Blood God was not him, but Locke Underwood, a senior agent of the Sentinel Secret Service who was talking to him.

"hiss."

"Which of us is the vampire?"

For an instant.

Quinn had the illusion that his and Locke's identities were confused.

next second.

He came to his senses.

"Why, you're scared, it's too late!"

Quinn sneered and said, "The sacrificial ceremony has already begun. When the midday sun comes, when the red sun is in the sky, the great God of Blood..."

Locke listened to Quinn who seemed to be chanting on the phone, his mouth twitched, and he chose to interrupt directly.

"Alright, stop chanting. You're a vampire, you're good at physics, not magic. Why do you need to learn other people's chanting? Can you summon the Blood God with the same momentum as on Earth?"

"..."

Quinn's face flushed a little after being interrupted by Locke.

but……

"What on Earth is..."

"Just tell me the exact time. When will you summon the Blood God?"

"What do you want to do!"

"Have a meal."

"Eat a feast? Whose feast?"

"If I eat your feast, can I eat mine?"

Locke laughed and said, "I wasn't the one who summoned the Blood God. You summoned him, so of course you get to eat at my table."

Quinn finally understood.

Locke is serious.

He really intended to attack.

Not just talking.

At this moment, the scene in his mind once again emerged: he was kneeling on the ground in the safe house, while Locke was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at him with contempt and mockery.

With this thought, Quinn seemed to have thought of something, and his defense was broken, and he began to curse uncontrollably.

"Fuck Fuck."

"Fuck it, Locke!"

"By Samarabi..."

"..."

Locke hung up the phone with a dark face.

He doesn't have the bad habit of just listening to others scolding him and remaining indifferent.

only……

Locke looked up speechlessly and saw Debbie who was looking over here after hearing the curse words: "Is this guy crazy? I just asked him when he would summon the Blood God and I drove over to have a feast. Is it necessary to curse like that?"

He felt wronged.

Locke has always considered himself a gentleman of high quality.

Do not believe?

Just look at the way he treats his enemies.

Whether it was Dickon Frost before or Quinn now.

He always maintained the most basic courtesy, even when he sent Dickon Frost to the west, he sent him off with a smile.

But now?

He was kind to others, but what he got in return was Quinn's scolding?
how.

Just because I'm kind?
Locke found this difficult to accept.

Debbie listened to the grievance in Locke's words, opened her mouth, and then said carefully: "Boss, is it possible that you broke his defense?"

Locke was slightly stunned when he heard this, and looked at Debbie suspiciously: "Just because I want to know when he will summon the Blood God?"

Debbie opened her mouth and said carefully, "Boss, is this any different than the FBI contacting terrorists over the phone and asking them where they put the bomb?"

Locke raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

“There is still a difference.”

"what?"

"Quinn is a vampire." "But him trying to summon the blood god is no different than a bomb the terrorists are trying to plant."

"..."

Locke said nothing but looked at Debbie.

Eyes facing each other.

Debbie's expression was serious and earnest.

Locke smacked his lips, withdrew his gaze, took out his phone again, and called Quinn again.

soon.

The call is connected.

Quinn's seemingly confused voice came through the phone.

"Hey, did you just hang up the phone?"

"No."

Locke lied with his eyes open: "You've scolded me enough, now you can tell me when to summon the Blood God."

Quinn asked in a deep voice: "Why, do you want to stop me from summoning the Blood God?"

Locke laughed.

He was just about to tell Quinn that not only would he not stop him, but he would help Quinn summon the Blood God.

Debbie, who was standing by, suddenly widened her eyes, turned around quickly, and gestured to Locke with her hands crossed.

Locke looked at Debbie's gesture, his heart moved, and the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

"Of course!"

"what?"

Quinn on the other end of the phone was visibly stunned this time: "When we were in the safe house, you said you would help..."

Locke interrupted in a deep voice: "Shut up, you shameless old thief. I, Locke Underwood, will never tolerate criminals like you. You'd better surrender now. If you resist stubbornly, you will only die."

Say it.

Without any hesitation, Locke hung up the phone, opened the blacklist, and blocked Quinn's number again.

One click, three actions in one go.

"Did this guy put our conversation online again?"

"This is not."

"That……"

"After the incident this morning, I downloaded a piece of software into your hands. Just now, the software reminded me that someone was recording this call."

"……All right."

After listening to it, Locke felt like he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't know what to say.

Think about it for a while.

Locke's expression became a little strange and he shook his head.

"I told him that he was not good enough to scheme, but he insisted on doing so and ended up looking like a clown."

"what!"

"Fuck Fuck!"

Quinn, who was in the Vampire Building, heard the dead tone of his cell phone again and couldn't help but let out a roar.

next second.

He grabbed the phone and called Locke back. When he heard the blacklist tone indicating that the call could not be connected, he finally gave up completely.

"what!"

"I want you to die!"

"I must want you to die."

Quinn was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He was cursing almost with gritted teeth.

If Locke was right in front of him, he would probably be bitten by Quinn until not even a bone would be left.

Quinn breathed heavily, calming his excitement.

at this time.

The phone rang again.

Quinn, with red eyes, looked towards the caller ID following the voice.

Number unknown.

Quinn thought about it and chose to answer the call.

"Locke Underwood?"