The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

"OMG Fuck!"

"Is this guy trying to steal my jungle monsters?"

"grass!"

Locke was utterly speechless as he watched the Blade Runner get out of the car and start checking his weapons.

He was still considering whether to team up with Blade Warrior and then casually mooch off Blade Warrior's Extraordinary Points from grinding monsters, but before he could even make up his mind, Blade Warrior came over and tried to steal his Extraordinary Points.

Brown, standing nearby, also realized that Blade's target seemed to be the same as theirs: "Shit, aren't these the FBI? What are they doing here? Locke, what do we do now?"

You ask me, but who should I ask?

Locke glanced at Brown.

but……

He watched as Blade nodded to Natasha and started walking towards the Vampire Bar, his mind racing.

What should we do now?

Let.

They still won't allow it.

No!

We can't let that happen.

In a flash, Locke made a decision after considering a hundred possibilities in his mind.

next second.

He extended his right hand and turned on the vehicle's flashing lights and sirens.

"Beep beep beep!"

"Ding ding ding!"

moment.

The black Ford SUV, which seemed to blend into the darkness, was quietly parked behind the overpass pillar. The roof lights suddenly turned on, and the sirens, which symbolized "law enforcement is here, get out of the way," rang out in the darkness at that moment.

At the entrance of the vampire bar, the two vampires who were idly smoking cigarettes together also noticed this place.

"What's going on?"

"You stinking cop."

"Our people?"

"No, tell the boss."

"it is good."

One vampire quickly turned and walked into the frozen pork warehouse, while another vampire activated the switch to close the warehouse door at the same time.

The doors to the frozen pork warehouse slowly closed.

Blade, who was about to head towards the vampire bar, and Natasha, with pistols tucked into her slender waist, suddenly stopped in their tracks.

What's going on? What time is it? How come the cops are in such a remote corner?

Not right.

Blade Runner stared blankly at the police car with its flashing lights under the overpass.

Natasha, standing to the side, also frowned.

After doing all this, Locke looked at the closed warehouse door and immediately fastened his seatbelt.

"Let's go."

"...Is that all?"

"Um."

Locke watched the vampires emerge one after another from the corner of the frozen pork warehouse and then quickly leave, and smiled: "That's enough."

Clearly, the vampires in the frozen pork warehouse already knew about the police car parked outside, which had been there for who knows how long.

Some vampires also chose to end their day's activities as soon as possible and left the warehouse early to go home.

So... even if Blade were to go in now, he wouldn't be afraid.

They've already alerted them; even if Blade goes now, it's impossible for him to wipe out all these vampires at once.

Go ahead and go in if you dare; vampires have already escaped.

This is enough.

They just need to have vampires farm their extraordinary points during the day tomorrow.

Brown also saw the dark figures that sped away after leaving the frozen pork warehouse. He realized what was happening, nodded, lightly pressed the accelerator, turned around, and left.

The Blade Runner, who was standing still, naturally saw the vampire quickly leave after coming out of the frozen pork warehouse.

But he didn't move. Instead, he watched the black Ford SUV gradually move further and further away from his sight until it disappeared completely.

quite a while.

Blade's sausage-like lips moved slightly: "Blood Servant."

Natasha frowned: "What blood servant?"

Blade explained, "Some ordinary people who worship vampires and are willing to serve as their slaves."

Just as ordinary people envy the various mutant abilities of mutants.

Some ordinary people also envy vampires who can live forever.

and so……

These ordinary people willingly serve the vampires, becoming their servants and being at their beck and call, all in the hope that one day the vampires will take pity on them and transform them into vampires as well, so that they can enjoy the benefits of immortality together.

These ordinary people have a professional term: blood servants.

Vampire's servant.

Among these blood servants, vampires prefer ordinary people who work in various law enforcement agencies.

Blade looked at and sniffed the Ford SUV that had already driven away, and remembered the senior agent from the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau he had met during the day. He seemed to understand something.

"He's not a vampire."

"What?"

Natasha looked at the Blade who had spoken.

Blade said in a deep voice, "The Locke Underwood I saw during the day, he's not a vampire, he's a blood servant."

No wonder he felt that Locke Underwood had a similar yet different vibe to his 'kin'.

He's realized it now.

Locke Underwood is a Blood Servant.

As Natasha listened to Blade's explanation, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she frowned, saying, "That's impossible. Locke Underwood's family background is..."

Blade interrupted expressionlessly: "I've seen too many wealthy people willingly become blood servants of vampires. For these kinds of people, the more powerful and influential they are, the more afraid they are of dying."

Natasha frowned.

"Then... can the Blood Servant distinguish them?"

"able."

Blade nodded without hesitation: "Every Blood Servant has a mark on their body, equivalent to a vampire's personal seal."

Similar to how free-range goats are branded with their own family's mark by their owners.

The same applies to blood servants.

Natasha raised an eyebrow.

"Where is the mark?"

"Tongue, behind the ears, any relatively hidden place."

"Yeah?"

Natasha seemed lost in thought.

Blade Runner didn't say anything more. He glanced at the frozen pork warehouse, which was now completely on high alert, and without hesitation, turned around and returned to his car.

He wasn't afraid of being ganged up on by vampires, but they were definitely on guard inside. Even though he was very strong, he wasn't going to be foolish enough to jump into a trap knowing it was there.

After all, he already has a bounty on his head in the vampire world.

soon.

As Locke followed Brown toward Manhattan, he received another call from the sentry in the department.

"Sir, he's left."

"Yes, keep an eye on him, see where he goes, and write it down."

"receive."

Locke hung up the phone and smiled at Brown, who was driving and glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. "He's gone."

Brown finally breathed a sigh of relief.

next second.

He frowned and said, "But how did this guy end up here?"

Locke shrugged: "You forgot, the dead vampire was their informant. It's not unusual that he knew about this place."

Brown nodded upon hearing this.

"But this won't affect us, will it?"

"They do their thing, we do ours. They're the FBI, we're the Sentinel Secret Service."

Brown thought for a moment and then laughed, "That's right. Whether he's dead or alive, as long as he doesn't bother us."

Locke smiled slightly and said nothing more.