The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Blade, who had remained silent and motionless since entering, suddenly moved just as Coulson was about to leave with his men.

He bypassed Coulson, ignored Walter Herman, and walked straight toward Locke without shifting his gaze.

Jack raised his thick eyebrows and stood directly in front of Locke.

The same goes for Brown.

The two men, like two hills of different sizes, blocked the approaching Blade Warrior.

"Get out of the way."

"Boss."

"Locke..."

"fine."

Locke, hands in his pockets, smiled and gestured for Jack and Brown to let Blade in.

Jack and Brown exchanged a glance, then looked warily at the Blade Runner in front of them and made way for him.

Blade ignored the two men's warning looks and went straight to Locke.

then……

Locke then saw a black hand, its black leather glove removed, being handed to him.

At this moment, Blade finally spoke.

"Hello!"

"..."

Locke glanced at the black hand extended in front of him, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the Blade Warrior standing in front of him, wanting to shake hands with him.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent on the other side, Hawkeye Barton, saw this scene and realized what was happening.

"Eri..."

"Shhh."

Coulson interrupted Barton.

Barton immediately fell silent.

The Black Widow, with her long, fiery red hair, watched the scene with curiosity without making a sound.

Locke looked at the right hand extended in front of him, but showed no intention of taking it out of his pocket.

He knew Blade Runner must have figured something out.

after all……

This guy is a mixed-race.

But how did this guy come to suspect me?

By smell?

Why didn't he smell any scent similar to that of "one of their own" on Blade?

Is the sample data too small?

Locke was filled with curiosity.

Just then.

Seeing that his boss showed no intention of shaking hands, Jack had an idea and extended his right hand to shake Blade's right hand: "Our boss is not used to shaking hands personally. Goodbye, and don't see us out."

What kind of class do they have to be worthy of shaking hands with his boss?

I didn't know that their boss hates this kind of skin the most...

"Shit!"

Before Jack could finish his thought, he felt an icy chill on his right hand. He instinctively released his grip, shook it, and looked at Blade: "Damn it, did you just take your hand out of the freezer?"

Blade glanced at the cursing Jack, said nothing, but looked at Locke, then his sausage-like lips parted into a smile, and he turned and walked toward the elevator without a word.

Coulson, Hawkeye, and Natasha exchanged glances, then turned and caught up with Blade, who was almost at the elevator.

soon.

The four members of S.H.I.E.L.D. who had arrived in a hurry were now also hurrying back as they entered the elevator.

After entering the elevator, Hawkeye Barton glanced at Blade, who was even more pretentious than him in both appearance and tone of voice. Just as he was about to ask something, Coulson whispered, "Let's talk outside."

Hawkeye Barton muted again.

after awhile.

The four men left the Sentinel Special Operations building and got into the black SUV they had brought with them.

The car starts.

Natasha drove, and Barton sat in the passenger seat.

Coulson, who was sitting behind Blade, turned his head to look at the Sentinel headquarters that was already moving away, and then looked at Blade.

"Eric, is there something wrong with that person?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

Like a model student, Blade, sitting in the back seat, placed his hands on his knees, thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I suspect he's a vampire, but I'm not sure."

"What?" Hawkeye Barton, sitting in the passenger seat with his ears perked up, whirled around to look at Blade in the back seat. "He's a vampire?"

Natasha, who was driving, raised an eyebrow and glanced at the rearview mirror.

Blade looked at Hawkeye, who was peeking out, and shook his head again: "I'm not sure, but he gives me a similar feeling, but he doesn't smell bad, and... he's handsome."

Yes.

Vampires all smell bad.

The older the vampire, the stronger the stench.

Of course.

Ordinary people might not be able to smell it, but he can.

This is also why Blade couldn't be sure.

As for why he's so handsome, that's one of the reasons too.

The answer is simple.

Male vampires are inherently ugly; otherwise, they wouldn't have abducted beautiful human women during the Middle Ages.

Because if you're handsome, lots of beautiful women will follow you around.

The most important thing.

It's daytime now.

From his debut until now, all these years, apart from mixed-race individuals like himself who can walk in broad daylight, I have never seen a vampire who can walk during the day.

and so……

Is he also of mixed race?

Blade, who considered himself a handsome guy, thought back to the somewhat mocking expression he saw on Locke's face when he reached out earlier, and began to have doubts.

Sitting next to him, Coulson frowned slightly as he listened to Blade's doubts.

Are they mixed race?

Coulson thought for a moment, then turned to Hawkeye Barton, who was looking in their direction, and asked, "What's that sentry's name?"

Hawkeye Barton shook his head: "Didn't notice."

Natasha, focused on driving, spoke up: "Locke, Locke Underwood."

Barton paused for a moment, then looked at Natasha.

How did you know?

"...That's what it says on the nameplate on his desk."

Natasha glanced at Barton and spoke expressionlessly.

Hawkeye Barton nodded upon hearing this.

Locke Underwood.

Coulson thought the surname sounded vaguely familiar, and while pondering it, he said, "Find his file and take a look."

Natasha, who was driving, nodded.

Hawkeye Barton frowned. "Phil, what do we do now? Do you think it's really a vampire, or a vampire mutant?"

Coulson frowned. "Lindsay is our informant. He's a vampire, not a mutant, that's for sure."

"What if they don't intend to hand it over?"

"I have no idea."

Coulson shook his head, also feeling a bit of a headache: "If it were any other agency, we could get this case back no matter what, but Sentinel Special Operations..."

The Sentinel Special Operations Bureau also deals with supernatural beings, and they have the authority to do so.

and so……

As long as the Sentinel Secret Service insists that it's a mutant similar to a vampire, then they have no way to get the case back.

And it's safe to say that the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau will not hand over the case.

"Never mind, we'll talk about this later."

Coulson thought for a moment, deciding to pass the buck to his superior, and directly changed the subject, turning to Blade beside him and saying, "When Lindsay met with you the day before yesterday, did he provide any information?"

Blade said in a deep voice, "He said he had discovered something big the day before yesterday and was going to tell me, but he didn't come. Yesterday, I asked you for his address and went to find him, but the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau was already there."

Coulson frowned.

"Something big? What's so big?"

"have no idea."

"..."