The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

noon.

The sun was blazing overhead.

An apartment in a neighborhood in Brooklyn.

"Thump!"

"Open the door, SSS!"

"boom!"

With the crashing of the battering ram, the wooden door of the apartment building shattered instantly. Brown, dressed in a shimmering silver suit and wearing a cross around his neck, charged into the apartment with overwhelming momentum.

The apartment's environment was similar to many other apartments they had visited before.

It was pitch black.

But it is not important.

Brown's gaze immediately locked onto the oiled wooden coffin placed in the living room in the pitch-black environment.

The creature inside the coffin seemed to sense the commotion outside and appeared to have revived.

The coffin lid couldn't be closed up instantly.

next second.

A vampire who had just woken up, with an ordinary, even somewhat ugly, appearance, pushed open the coffin lid and sat up directly in the coffin. Then he saw gun barrels pointed at him.

What's going on?

The vampire was taken aback at first, then reacted, especially after hearing the slight sound of the trigger being pulled.

In an instant.

The vampire was terrified, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he was about to jump out of the coffin.

"Jie..."

"Bang!"

Brown pulled the trigger immediately.

A specially made ultraviolet bullet was fired, piercing the forehead of the vampire who was lunging out of the coffin with sharp teeth.

moment.

Like ashes burning, the vampire, still almost in a flying posture, turned to ash at a visible speed.

With a ding-dong sound.

As the two fangs fell to the ground, a clump of white ash settled inside the coffin.

"Ding! 』

Gained Extraordinary Points: 1

Current Extraordinary Points: 198

"..."

Just like a month ago, and like any previous operation, Locke did not choose to go to the front line. Instead, he stayed downstairs in the apartment building as a support worker. As the vampires upstairs were fuming, the notification sound of the cheat system came to his mind.

"Another point secured."

"really."

"Hunting vampires is much easier than hunting mutants."

During this month, Locke finally understood what it meant to grind experience.

It's much more satisfying to farm Extraordinary Points from vampires than to painstakingly search for those hiding mutants.

Over the past month, it's no exaggeration to say that Locke has earned far more Extraordinary Points from vampires than he would have earned in the past, spending months painstakingly searching for mutants.

Not to mention there's also a Blade Warrior lurking in the shadows, who's currently helping him gain experience.

He teamed up with Brown and killed about 123 vampires.

The remaining Extraordinary Points were all provided by Blade Warrior.

Locke thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.

Brown is in the open, Blade is in the shadows; this extraordinary point accumulation is not only easy but also very safe.

Of course.

Brown's initial hunt for vampires wasn't actually that smooth.

Even though they had brought 'ultraviolet bullets,' vampires are still superhuman beings, and their reaction speed is far superior to that of ordinary people.

Locke was unable to provide support from downstairs.

However, the final result was good, and as the saying goes, "a fall into a pit, a gain in your wit," they gradually became more skilled after several operations.

The bulletproof vest has been replaced with a silver soft armor. If any vampire dares to touch it, his hands will ooze pus and his feet will be covered in sores.

Around his neck hung a cross, a free gift from the church and blessed by a pastor, to prevent the vampire from exploding his head in the first battle.

Furthermore, instead of hand grenades, they carried holy water in small bottles, which were also given away for free by the church.

As for the bullets, they have been completely replaced with specially made ultraviolet bullets.

Their main strength lies in their ability to both defend and attack, and with this equipment, their sweeping speed increases day by day.

Now, Locke and Brown's "wake-up operation" can reach three or four per day, and sometimes they can even work overtime when they feel like it.

The main focus is on efficiency.

At this rate, Locke felt he would accumulate enough extraordinary points to continue upgrading his 'Vampire Gene' today.

If he levels up again, he will be able to regain his body temperature and heartbeat, and he won't need to drink Thunder Bourbon three times a day to maintain his body temperature.

soon.

Brown and his group came out of the apartment building.

Locke, who was waiting outside, looked at Brown with a smile on his face. Although he already knew the result, he still smiled and asked, "All done?"

Brown nodded and placed what he was holding in Debbie's hand as she walked up to him: "Another one."

Debbie happily picked up the two vampire fangs that Brown had just placed in her hand with her fingers and examined them against the sun.

The vampire's sharp teeth, under the sunlight, faintly revealed a glint of gold.

"hiss."

"The Golden Legend."

Debbie's eyes lit up, and she turned to Locke, reporting with some surprise, "Boss, this one's over 10,000!"

Locke and Brown exchanged a glance and smiled.

This is why, even a month later, although the flames of revenge for the fallen players in Brown and his team's hearts had gradually subsided, their passion remained undiminished.

Wealth can be very tempting.

Who would have thought, even Locke never imagined, that vampire teeth could be sold for money?

This can be considered an unexpected gain from Blade after collaborating with Natasha.

In a word.

Vampire fangs can be sold for money.

Moreover, it is quite valuable.

This is why Blade doesn't take a salary from S.H.I.E.L.D., doesn't go to work, and can still tirelessly search for vampires all over New York City every day to do freebies.

Anyone would be happy to do this.

If we add the extraordinary points gained from defeating vampires, then...

hiss.

Vampires are treasures from head to toe.

Moreover, vampire fangs are like traditional Chinese medicine in the East; the higher the level of the vampire, the more valuable the fangs.

The vampire fang that Debbie is holding now, which has a faint golden glow and is probably a C-grade item, is worth at least ten thousand.

US dollars!

So, after learning that there was extra income from hunting vampires, the original plan to stop after hunting fifty to avenge the team members was tacitly never brought up again.

Ten thousand for one, this is going to be a windfall.

Of course, there are relatively few C-rank vampires; most are low-rank vampires worth around five thousand.

However, this is also a source of extra income.

Whether it's Locke, Brown, or Debbie and the other Secret Service agents, they certainly have no aversion to money.

Debbie carefully took out the cloth bag that had been half full over the past two weeks and put the newly acquired sharp teeth inside.

All the vampire fangs are kept here by her, and when it comes time to divide the spoils... she'll arrange the profit sharing too.

Locke chuckled as he watched Debbie's actions and glanced at the time on his watch.

"Ten o'clock, no work today, next one?"

"Let's go, let's go!"

"..."