The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Fortunately.

He has a smell, but that's normal.

It's normal for men to have some sweaty smell.

But the smell of these vampires...

How so?

Difficult to achieve, it smells like rotten wood, and somewhat like the decaying smell that appears on an old person nearing the end of their life.

"That's true."

"I'm not a real vampire, I just have vampire genes."

Normally, for an ordinary person to become a vampire, they need a vampire to give them the Embrace.

This is what is known as transformation.

Locke is different.

He followed the path of directly fusing vampire genes and could continuously upgrade, so it's normal that he doesn't have that smell.

Locke thought to himself, and felt relieved.

Brown, his eyes gleaming, turned to Locke and said, "Call for reinforcements, and wipe them out in one fell swoop?"

He'd been watching the whole time; in just the past hour, at least a hundred vampires had run inside.

He killed over a hundred vampires, which was enough to console his five dead brothers.

but……

Locke rolled his eyes at Brown: "This is a vampire, not a mutant. Have you forgotten what happened yesterday when we dealt with a vampire?"

It's nighttime now.

That's the peak of a vampire's power.

Yesterday, Brown lost five people just from dealing with a low-level E-rank vampire. Now they're sending reinforcements to wipe out this place?

Is this some kind of buffet being delivered to a vampire's door?

and!

It's not all vampires here; he just saw several female vampires leading their respective nymphomaniac or idiotic boyfriends inside.

If nothing unexpected happens, these ordinary men are specifically lured by the female vampires to replenish the drinks at the vampire bar.

However, there is a fundamental difference between being killed as part of a vampire's play and being indiscriminately killed by the Sentinel Special Operations Department.

The former has no side effects, but if the latter is reported, those idle media outlets in New York City will go into a frenzy.

Locke didn't care, since he graduated from Harvard and had connections.

But Brown is different.

There's no one behind him.

Upon hearing this, Brown asked with some curiosity, "Wait a minute, how did you tell that ordinary people went in?"

Locke chuckled. "Didn't you see how many guys looked at this bar with the same surprised expressions they'd get from some country bumpkin from New Jersey visiting New York City?"

Brown thought for a moment: "Now that you mention it, I remember now, there were indeed a few who looked like country bumpkins."

If there are indeed ordinary people inside, then calling in a sentry helicopter to fire an air-to-ground missile at this location would not be appropriate.

Brown shook his head and looked at Locke.

"Then what do you suggest we do? We can't just come here tonight to feast our eyes, can we?"

"Otherwise what?"

Locke chuckled and pointed to the roof of the vehicle: "Have you forgotten the high-definition cameras on our roof? We filmed everyone who entered the bar, whether they were humans or vampires. Isn't it obvious what to do next?"

He never fights a battle unprepared.

This is why he had a high-definition facial recognition camera installed on the roof of the car in the afternoon.

Every single creature that entered the bar just now was photographed.

What to do next is very simple.

I'll go back and work overtime on facial recognition, and then tomorrow morning, when the sun is high in the sky, I'll go door-to-door to provide wake-up services.

The most important thing.

One night was enough time for their Sentinel Lab to urgently produce several hundred ultraviolet bullets.

When it gets light tomorrow, the ultraviolet bullets from the weapons lab will be ready, and then it will be one shot, one kill.

This was Locke's plan.

When you were at your peak, I stepped aside.

When you're weakened, it's my turn to unleash my full power.

Brown's eyes lit up as he listened to Locke's plan: "Great! Can the ultraviolet bullets be ready by tomorrow?"

Locke nodded: "Don't worry, Debbie has already spoken with the people in the weapons lab. At least two hundred ultraviolet bullets should be ready by tomorrow."

Brown nodded in agreement.

"it is good."

"Walk……"

Just as Locke nodded, preparing to leave, the phone in his pocket vibrated silently.

From the bureau.

Locke Underwood.

"Sir, the signal has shifted."

"A letter...by Eric Brooks?"

"Yes."

Where did he go?

Locke was jolted awake when he heard the night watchman on the phone say that the locator signal placed on the Blade Runner's vehicle that afternoon had started to move.

Has the Blademaster's signal been activated?

During the day, after locating the Blade Runner's position using Sentinel satellites, he sent people to drive close to the vehicle and install location monitoring.

Once Blade's vehicle starts moving, his men will know and report back to him immediately.

Is Blade coming out at this point in time?

Are we going somewhere to farm in the wild?

Deep down, Locke had no interest in having anything to do with Blade.

After all, Blade itself is a problem.

But there's no denying that Blade is a great knife for hunting vampires.

After all, Blade is widely recognized as the number one hybrid in the Marvel Universe who hunts vampires.

He doesn't need to hunt for himself to gain extraordinary points; the kills his teammates hunt also count towards his extraordinary points.

In addition, there was the way Blademan looked at him in the station earlier today.

and so……

It's always good to be prepared.

That's what Locke thought.

He heard from the bureau that Blade had been deployed, and a thought struck him. Just as he was about to ask the bureau to keep a close eye on things,

Locke listened to the voice on the phone and fell silent.

On the phone, the sentry on night duty looked at the signal source rapidly moving toward a certain signal point on the computer screen: "Sir, it looks like it's moving quickly toward you."

Locke crashed instantly.

Just then.

hum!

He heard the roar of engines coming from afar.

"understood."

"What's wrong?"

Brown looked at Locke, who had just hung up the phone, and asked him a question.

Locke didn't speak, but looked in the direction from which the engine sound came.

into the eye.

A beam of headlights seemed to pierce the darkness, and then a black sedan came into view.

However, the car did not drive towards them, nor did it head towards the vampire bar. Instead, like them, it stopped and turned off the engine some distance away from the vampire bar.

after awhile.

A black man, seemingly blending completely into the darkness and carrying a long sword on his back, stepped out of the car.

next second.

The passenger door of the car opened.

A red-haired woman wearing a tight black combat suit, with long, fiery red hair and a curvaceous figure, also stepped out of the car.

Upon seeing this, Locke took a breath.

"hiss!"

"..."