The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 107 The Final Boss Battle! (4/5 Please Subscribe!)

Manhattan Container Terminal.

Just like yesterday, as night fell, the dockworkers began to gather together and head out of the dock in twos and threes.

One by one, the lights went out.

One by one, the machines shut down.

It took less than an hour for the entire container terminal to fall silent after the workers left for the day.

soon.

After the emergency lights were turned on at the dock, several dock security guards returned to the security room.

As the weather gets colder, who would rather stay indoors than outside?

in the dark.

Locke moved like a ghost through the container terminal, finally choosing a spot where he could face the sea and have taller containers behind him for cover, and then crouched down.

He placed the plastic bag containing two wine glasses and a bottle of Thunder Bourbon aside, then sat cross-legged on the shelf and began taking out the Thunder Bourbon and wine glasses he had brought from home.

after awhile.

One hand holds a bottle of liquor, the other a cigarette.

Locke sat cross-legged, looked up at the bright moon on the sea, and unconsciously closed his eyes, listening to the sea breeze that reached his ears.

Since the first vampire appeared, he rarely had the chance to relax like he did tonight.

but.·-

In this vampire incident, he has already gained everything he could, and even gained extra.

The vampire ability, which started at the E-rank with many negative effects, went directly to the maximum level and even evolved into a vampire ability without any side effects.

Immortality, eternal youth, blood pool.

Especially the last one.

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

From a certain perspective, he can now be considered truly immortal.

Finally, I have a tiny bit of self-protection ability before the big Marvel event begins.

Even if the Chitauri invade New York City next year, with his current abilities, he can barely protect himself from death.

even..-

He has also qualified for next year's Chitauri event.

Pure-blooded Skrulls are considered extraordinary beings, and killing them grants extraordinary points.

They're all aliens. Skrulls have superhuman points, so killing a Chitauri, who are also aliens, should also give you superhuman points.

He thought of the Chitauri army that swarmed onto Earth after the Tesseract opened its portal in the movie.

If we kill them all.

That·--

He couldn't believe how many extraordinary points he could accumulate.

Locke closed his eyes, lost in thought.

Just then.

The sea breeze, like a lover caressing your face, suddenly became a little chaotic.

seem.-.-·

Locke's wife caught him in the act with his lover, Haifeng, and Haifeng trembled with fear at that moment.

A cool, delicate fragrance reached his nose.

Locke slowly opened his eyes.

into the eye.

He saw K standing in the moonlight, with black curly hair, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.

Under the moonlight, K tidied her slightly messy hair behind her ear.

A slight smile appeared on Locke's lips.

"You've arrived."

Catherine frowned at the smile on Locke's face and said, "I told you, I wasn't coming."

Locke smiled.

"Yes, that's what you replied to me."

"That-.-

"But you still came, didn't you?"

Locke said, then, without waiting for K to speak, raised his glass: "Since we're here, let's have a celebratory drink."

Catherine frowned: "I won't sit here all night like you did last time."

That being said...

She teleported to Locke's side, glanced at Locke sitting cross-legged, and then sat down next to him, mimicking his posture.

Locke handed over the bourbon that had just been poured.

"Give."

"Thanks."

Catherine took the glass and said thank you.

Locke raised his glass and looked at Catherine.

"Cheers."

"—For what reason?"

"Celebrating Quinn's death?"

"I didn't ask you to kill him."

"All right."

Locke blinked, looked at Catherine, and changed his approach: "So, to celebrate my safe return?"

Catherine tilted her head, her cold eyes looking at Locke with a half-smile.

"You don't know me at all; you don't even know my name."

"So you're angry?"

Catherine frowned as she looked at Locke.

"Angry? Why should I be angry?"

"Because I don't know your name."

Locke, his face turned to the side, completely open and unguarded, smiled and said, "Speaking of which, it's all your fault, K."

Catherine was stunned.

"My fault?"

I forgive you.

Locke responded directly, looking at K, whose cold and beautiful face was now slightly dazed, he switched the wine glass to his left hand, and then smiled as he offered his right hand to K.

"Let's get to know each other again, Locke, Locke Underwood."

Catherine lowered her eyes, looking at the right hand extended to her, then looked up at Locke, who was smiling and whose expression was full of sincerity, and frowned again.

Locke kept his hands still, his eyes fixed on K.

Waves lapped against the shore, and a gentle sea breeze caressed the two of them.

after awhile.

Catherine extended her hand and shook hands with Locke, then said in an icy tone, "Catherine, Catherine Pierce."

Locke felt the icy coldness that was within his reach, a thought flashed through his mind, and then he raised an eyebrow when he heard K say his last name.

"Pierce?"

"What?"

Catherine looked at Locke and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Locke snapped out of his reverie and shook his head: "No, but I've decided, I'll still call you K."

Catherine didn't speak, she just quietly looked at Locke.

Locke smiled broadly.

"Because the first thing you used was K, which was our first contact. K represents our first encounter."

"—Lock Underwood."

"You can call me L."

"L? Locke's L?"

"No.

Locke shook his head, staring intently at Catherine: "L, L for Lord!"

Iord!

The meaning of lord or nobleman.

but····

However, in the current context, the situation is somewhat different.

"KforKing, Queen K, Lord L, Lord L who is loyal to Queen K."

Locke smiled at Catherine and explained the meaning of K and L.

As Catherine listened to Locke's explanation and looked at his handsome face, her eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Lock Ender..."

Call me L, K!

Upon hearing this, Catherine took a deep breath, then looked at her right hand, which was still being held in Locke's palm, and tried to pull it back.

I'm smoking. —.—

Can't pull it out?

Catherine was slightly taken aback. She looked at Locke's bright smile, and then felt the grip of Locke's hand. Her already cold and beautiful face turned completely cold.

"open."

"I don't."

"What?"

"I've figured it out."

"...What?"

"If you're unwilling to take that final step, I can."

Locke smiled and looked at Catherine with gentle eyes: "We've already taken ninety-nine steps. If you don't want to come to me for this last step, then I'll go to you."

Catherine stared at Locke with a cold, expressionless face.

She's not some little girl; such low-level sweet talk might fool others, but it definitely won't fool her.

Because she is Catherine Pierce.

Catherine stared coldly at Locke.

"open."

"I almost died today."

Locke kept a close eye on Catherine's expression. Seeing that sweet talk wasn't working, he immediately changed course and changed the subject: "If you hadn't reminded me beforehand, I'm afraid I really would have died in there."

Upon hearing this, Catherine sneered: "A bunch of lowly vampires, would you die?"

"I'm not talking about vampires," Locke said, looking at Catherine with a serious expression.

Upon hearing this, Catherine's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents? They even deal with vampires—."

"Skrugs".

"...What?"

"Extraterrestrial life."

Locke casually shared this secret with Catherine, then sighed, "This is an alien life form that can perfectly disguise itself as any creature. They deceived Quen, impersonated Quen, and then summoned the Blood God."

Catherine's expression changed.

"The Blood God has been summoned after all?"

"Yes."

Locke's face showed just the right amount of relief, as if he had survived a close call: "Thank goodness you reminded me, otherwise I'm afraid I would have died in there."

Speaking of it.

Locke's left hand moved with lightning speed, grabbing Catherine's other hand as well, and then he gazed sincerely at Catherine's cold yet alluring face.

"Thank you, K, you saved my life."

Catherine's gaze shifted downwards, landing on her hands, which Locke was holding firmly in his grasp.

after awhile.

"Locke-An—"

"L, just call me L, K."

Catherine took a deep breath, looked at Locke, her eyes unwavering: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Locke smiled and asked, "Do you believe in love at first sight, K?"

Catherine gave a cold laugh.

"I don't believe it."

"That's great, I don't believe it either."

Upon hearing Catherine's answer, Locke's face lit up with a hint of surprise, but he quickly changed the subject: "But after seeing you that night, I believed you. You know, the moment I saw you, it was like I saw something, didn't I?"

"...What?"

Easter gift.

Locke did not hesitate at all.

At this critical moment, any hesitation would render all his previous efforts futile.

Don't think, just go for it.

"The moment I saw you, it was as if I had seen an Easter gift that was uniquely mine."

"Surprise is not enough to describe seeing you."

"It's like a dream come true."

"right."

"The dream has become reality."

Locke spoke softly, as if reminiscing, as he looked at Catherine, whose eyes remained devoid of any emotion: "Didn't you just ask me why I was surprised for a moment after you said your name?"

Catherine nodded subconsciously.

Locke smiled slightly.

See you in the picture!

Would you like to hear about a dream I had?