The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 101 If you don't die, I'll make you wish you were dead! (13/15 Please subscribe!!)

Jialuo's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty.

Locke, looking at Jialuo's expression, felt an urge to laugh.

"It seems your people have failed."

"That's impossible."

Jialuo snapped out of his daze and roared at Locke, "Our people are just late. I'm giving you a chance now."

Locke smiled upon hearing this.

"Opportunity? What opportunity?"

"Release me, and I can stop my men from assassinating Esme, as long as you swear you'll never investigate us again. Our feud will be wiped clean, and we can go our separate ways."

"Then let your men do the assassination."

Jia Luo was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Locke tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at Garo, who was being trampled underfoot: "I said, send your men to assassinate my wife, if you think you can succeed."

Assassinate Esme?

joke.

We don't know who will kill whom yet.

The Laughter of Locke.

Jialuo looked at Locke, who had a half-smile on his lips, and then noticed the coldness in Locke's eyes, as if he had thought of something.

There's a saying on Earth, how does it go?

Promotion, wealth, and the death of one's wife.

obviously.

Locke had absolutely no concept of his wife's safety.

Right.

He was born into a family of politicians.

In the eyes of federal politicians, there is only self-interest, not emotion.

As Garo's thoughts raced, he quickly found a plausible excuse for why Locke wasn't worried at all about his wife Esme's safety.

only-

This guy has no feelings, what should he do?

I'm still being stepped on.

Realizing this, Jialuo tried to struggle off Locke's feet.

next second.

"Click!"

"what!"

As Locke's leather shoes stepped directly on his chest, Jia Luo involuntarily opened his mouth and screamed.

"Damn, it hurts!"

"pain?"

Ignoring Garo's expression, Locke sneered, "If you don't want to be tortured by me, I advise you to revert to your Skrull form. That way, I might consider letting you go."

He looked down on Jia Luo's current Blood God abilities, not even a fraction of them.

After all, he already has the newly added vampire ability, 'Blood Pool'.

As long as the blood pool never dries up, Locke will never die.

This ability is far more useful than the so-called "Blood God".

Therefore, the only ability Locke currently values ​​is the Skrulls' ability to disguise themselves.

Moreover, this ability is exclusive to the Skrulls.

The only way to obtain this ability is by killing Skrulls.

That's why he was willing to listen to Jia Luo's nonsense.

Locke squinted, staring at Jialuo at his feet.

"Turn back into a Skrull, and I might consider sparing your life."

"what!"

Garo gasped for breath, enduring the pain in his chest, and sneered, "Do you think I'm stupid? If I turn back into a Skrull, killing me will be an easy thing for you."

He's an alien, but not a stupid alien.

He is a vampire right now, and as long as he remains a vampire, under the power of the "Blood God," no matter what Locke does to him, he will not die.

But what if you turn back into a Skrull?

At that time, his life and death would be in Locke's hands.

Jialuo's thoughts were racing.

"Perhaps we can talk."

Locke, who was thinking about how to force Garo back into a Skrull, looked at Garo upon hearing this.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Let me go."

"Fine, I'll let you go if you turn back into a Skrull."

Locke smiled, and even worried that Garou might not believe him, so he raised his right hand and solemnly assured him, "I swear to God."

He lies without any psychological pressure.

Don't ask.

The answer is that he was born into a political family.

For a fleeting moment, Jialuo was moved as she looked at Locke's raised right hand.

But next second.

He thought of Locke's family background and realized what was going on.

"Oh.

"You don't believe me?"

Do you think I'd believe that?

Garo looked at Locke with a mocking expression and sneered, "I know you very well, Locke Underwood. I've seen your file. You and your father, that old Underwood, are the same kind of people."

Locke blinked.

"Who are we?"

"In your world, you are either the prey or the hunter."

"Yeah?"

Upon hearing this, Locke stroked his chin, looking thoughtfully at Jialuo: "So, you're the prey now."

Jialu snorted coldly, ending the topic.

"You can't kill me, so we can have a proper talk. That's the best option for you."

"—Okay, how would you like to discuss this?"

"Let me go."

"Restore it to its original state and it will be released."

"That's impossible."

Right now, the vampire's abilities are his only chance to survive. He's not stupid enough to think that reverting to Skrull form will give him a chance to live just because of Locke's few words.

Jialuo's thoughts were racing.

"If you release me, we'll call it even, and I can make your father president."

"ha.

Upon hearing this, Locke couldn't help but laugh, looking at Garo whom he had trampled under his feet: "You can do that?"

"certainly."

I don't believe it.

"You have no idea about our energy."

Jialuo stared at Locke and said in a deep voice, "We've been on Earth for so many years, and we've already infiltrated every aspect of your world. Los Angeles, Wall Street, Washington—you have no idea how many of us there are."

Locke looked at Garo without saying a word.

However, he believed it.

Again.

The Skrulls' talent for disguise is too overpowered.

Not only can they perfectly impersonate another person at the genetic level, but they can even obtain the target's short-term memory after the impersonation.

The combination of these two factors almost guarantees that the Skrulls' disguise is nearly perfect.

At least with the current technology on Earth, it is simply impossible to distinguish them.

But the more this was the case, the more Locke was captivated by the Skrulls' talent for disguise.

He wanted it.

Locke, with a burning desire, stared intently at Jia Luo at his feet.

"Okay, turn back to your original form, and we can talk."

Don't even think about it.

Jialuo refused without hesitation: "Let me go, and then we can talk after I leave."

Locke laughed.

"If I let you go, what if you run away?"

"You have no choice, Locke Underwood."

As prey caught by the hunter, Jialuo had absolutely no awareness of being prey.

He lay at Locke's feet, looking at Locke with an air of arrogance.

You can't kill me.

"what!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Jialuo screamed in agony once again.

into the eye.

After a flash of silver light, his arms were once again severed by Locke.

Locke swung his right hand out suddenly, and the silver longsword turned into a streak of light, pinning Garo's severed arm to the stone wall.

The severed arm, pinned to the stone wall by a silver longsword, trembled with a buzzing sound.

"My patience is limited."

"And you, my friend."

Locke narrowed his eyes, grabbed Jia Luo by the neck with his right hand, lifted him up, and said coldly, "You've exhausted my patience. Either revert to your original form, or I'll make you wish you were dead."

Jialu sneered again.

However, just as he was about to speak, Locke's cold tone reached his ears.

"You're right, I can't kill you."

"But I have the ability to make you wish you were dead."

"I will cut off your limbs, then send people to pack them up and transport them to every corner of the world, leaving only your head."

"Then I'll soak your head in a vat of wine."

"I will take good care of you."

"I'd like to see if you can return to normal under these circumstances."

Locke's tone was icy, his voice seeming to come from the depths of hell, reaching Garo's ears.

As Jialuo looked at the severed arm nailed to the stone wall, listened to Locke's words, and imagined the scene Locke had described, he couldn't help but shudder.

"You can't do that."

"Oh, really? Why not?"

"Nick Fury won't let you get away with this."

"......

Seeing Locke's shifting expression, Jialuo, as if grasping at a straw, quickly said, "Yes, Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD, he knows we're here. If you dare do this, he definitely won't let you go—"

Locke, not wanting to listen any longer, interrupted, "Even if he doesn't come to me, I'll go to him."

"What?"

"You don't think this matter is just going to end so easily, do you?"

Locke looked at Jialuo with an expression of utter disbelief, then a strange smile appeared on his face.

"I actually quite admire your attitude towards the enemy."

"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots."

"This is exactly what I like."

"Therefore, I will repay you in a way that is equal."

"The Skrull, Nick Fury."

"None of you will escape."

Do you really think he's some kind of saint?

Yes.

He is good.

But that doesn't mean that you shouldn't fight back when someone comes to your doorstep.

Even if Garou didn't mention Nick Fury, he wouldn't let Nick Fury off the hook.

In this world, fairness is paramount!

You do the first day of the month, I'll do the fifteenth.

That's fairness.

Locke looked at Jia Luo, whose expression seemed somewhat dazed, and said expressionlessly, "So, I'm giving you one last chance."

Seeing that even Nick Fury couldn't subdue Locke, Jialuo involuntarily looked up at Locke.

"What?"

"This is the last chance. Let's restore things to their original state, and then we can talk about how to resolve this peacefully."

"This... is impossible."

Jialu gritted his teeth, looked at Locke, and shook his head, saying, "Once I return to normal, you will definitely kill me."

Locke smiled upon hearing this.

A bright smile.

"Fine, then you'd better be soaked in my bathhouse for the rest of your life—"

"Wait a moment."

Jialuo looked at Locke, whose face flashed a wicked smile, and panicked at the thought of his head being submerged in a vat of wine for the rest of his life.

"You swear an oath to us Skrulls!"

"..-.good!"

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