The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

It's 10 p.m.

Even in New York City, which prides itself on being an international metropolis, at this time of day, the streets are practically deserted, if not sparsely populated.

After all, New York City is a completely different world during the day and at night.

Rules of the martial arts world.

As night falls, pedestrians quickly return home, closing their doors to avoid going out.

because……

Walking at night is risky.

Brooklyn.

Across the street on the banks of the Hudson River, there is a building that looks exactly like a frozen pork warehouse from the outside.

Locke lay quietly in the passenger seat with his eyes closed and wearing sunglasses.

As night fell, he could clearly feel that the combat strength, which had been reduced by nearly half during the day, had returned.

This feeling is very mysterious.

Moreover, this is only the state of B-grade vampire genes. Locke is very curious about what it would be like if the vampire genes were upgraded to S-grade.

Brown, sitting in the driver's seat, was intently observing the closed frozen pork factory across the street through binoculars.

Because this factory, which looks like a frozen pork warehouse from the outside, is very likely the Satan Bar that the vampire visits every night.

Sure enough, as soon as Brown got off work, he hurriedly dragged Locke over to work overtime.

but……

Brown put down his binoculars and looked at the ladies' watch on his wrist, which had a crack on the dial: "Could there be a mistake? It's almost eleven o'clock."

This women's watch was a keepsake from his deceased wife.

When the self-destructing mutant awakened, he happened to be in a shopping mall, where Brown's wife was shopping for clothes for their unborn daughter.

After the disaster, this women's watch became the only item in the bloody scene that could be identified as belonging to his wife.

Locke, who was savoring the mysterious power brought by the vampire genes, opened his eyes upon hearing Brown's mutterings. He turned his head to look at Brown and said with a smile, "What's the rush? It's not even three o'clock yet."

This place isn't far from where the vampire who died yesterday lived.

The vampire's spending records were concentrated between 3 and 4 a.m., which suggests either that the vampire was lazy or that the vampire bar here doesn't open as soon as night falls.

Locke favored the second answer.

Brown nodded upon hearing this, picked up his binoculars again, and continued to keep watch on the frozen pork warehouse two hundred meters away.

Seeing this, Locke didn't say anything more. He crossed his arms, closed his eyes again, and once again savored the changes brought about by the B-grade vampire genes.

Previously, his understanding of the so-called extraordinary concept remained only on paper.

But now he has a real understanding.

Let me put it this way.

Before he incorporated vampire genes, if he were to fight Brown, who was as strong as a black bear, he definitely wouldn't be able to beat Brown, who was a Marine.

But now, he says he can easily beat Brown.

A literal, utter beating.

Extraordinary is not an adjective, but a state of being.

A state that transcends, and even crushes, ordinary life forms from the very origin of life.

Although vampires seem to be at the very bottom of the hierarchy of supernatural beings.

But those were extraordinary beings.

Brown, standing to the side, stared intently through his binoculars at the closed, motionless frozen pork factory in the distance, where nothing was happening.

Time ticks by.

soon.

The occasional honking of horns that used to be heard from afar has been absent for a long time. As midnight approaches, everything around seems to fall into a state of complete silence.

At that very moment, the frozen pork warehouse finally started to move.

The door to the pork warehouse was opened silently. Then, a white man wearing a black T-shirt and sporting a tuft of blond hair stretched, yawned, put a cigarette in his mouth, and lit it.

This seems to be a signal.

Locke, sitting in the passenger seat, seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes, sat up, and looked out into the darkness.

"They're here."

He could already smell a faint scent, the scent of his "kind".

Just as the blond-haired white man exhaled his first smoke ring, a group of men and women, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, came into Brown's field of vision and, under Brown's watchful gaze, silently entered the warehouse.

Many extraordinary aspects.

Locke stared, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Upon seeing this, Brown perked up and handed the binoculars he was holding to Locke.

"Someone's here."

"It must be a vampire."

As Locke took the binoculars from Brown, he corrected Brown's grammatical errors.

With the "Nightcrawler" status active, he doesn't need binoculars.

He can see clearly, and even hear clearly.

However, instead of showing off his skills, he pretended to raise his binoculars and look at the pork factory that was already open for business 200 meters away.

At the entrance of the pork factory warehouse, the blond-haired white man was bowing and scraping to a man in a suit who was somewhat ugly.

"Lord Queen."

"Yes, Lord Frost needs a few new recruits."

"clear."

The blond-haired man's eyes lit up. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and spoke a few words into it.

after awhile.

A dozen or so blonde women, dressed in revealing clothing that looked worse than naked, walked out of the warehouse in groups, like products produced on an assembly line. After being inspected by the black-clad bodyguards standing in front of the stretch Lincoln, they got into the Lincoln.

However, just as the last woman was about to get on the bus, the ugly man called Quinn, who had been standing next to her, grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms. Then, with an indescribable smile on his face, he said, "I'm not going. Stay and keep me company."

The blond-haired white man next to him was stunned for a moment, then his smile widened like that of an old man, as he watched Lord Kun, whom he was talking about, walk into the pork warehouse with the white woman who was almost limp against him.

After Kun and the white woman disappeared, the blond-haired white man who had been hunched over stood up straight again, staring coldly at the guests walking towards them.

About an hour later, the blond-haired, white-haired man, seeing that the guests had become sparse, did not stay outside any longer and turned around and went into the warehouse.

"hiss."

"Why do all these male vampires seem so ugly?"

Locke, sitting in the passenger seat, put down his binoculars, stroked his chin, and felt a little curious.

and also……

Those male vampires not only seemed ugly, but they also had a strange, unpleasant smell about them.

But this smell was different from the one he had smelled on Blade.

Locke thought to himself, then subconsciously raised his arm and sniffed it.

……