The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 182 Locke Gets Completely Crushed

Locke's voice rang out behind the four witches.

The four witches instinctively turned around to look.

moment.

Thud, thud!

Locke appeared in a flash, and the moment the four witches turned around, he reached out with both hands and grabbed two of them by the throats, exerting a sudden force.

The two witches, whose necks were snapped, died instantly.

"Ding! 』

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To fight these witches who play with magic, you can't give them a chance to cast spells. You have to kill them before they can react.

Simply put.

No more talk, let's get to it!

Locke dropped the two witches he was holding, and then, with lightning speed, went straight for the hearts of the other two witches.

next second.

A powerful force struck, and just as Locke's hands were only a millimeter away from the witches' chests, the two witches reacted, blindfolded themselves, and instantly blasted Locke away.

boom!

Just as Locke was about to be blown out of the bridge's vicinity by the force of the impact, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed the bridge railing.

The railing creaked and groaned as Locke bent it askew.

but……

Locke regained his balance, returned to the bridge, looked at the two witches, stretched his neck, and then disappeared from the spot once again.

The two witches remained calm and unhurried.

"Stagnation!"

The space on the bridge surface seemed to be instantly filled with gel.

Locke, who was trapped in the gel, paused for a moment and broke free from the afterimage speed.

When the two witches saw Locke appear, they raised their hands towards him and then swung them down violently.

Bang, bang, bang!

Locke's knee shattered under the immense force, but it was instantly restored by the energy in the blood pool space in the next second.

Although the immense force failed to make Locke kneel, the powerful energy was still transmitted through Locke's feet to the bridge surface beneath his feet.

The ground beneath his feet made an unbearable sound, with gravel flying everywhere and cracking layer by layer.

Locke was unable to move an inch under the overwhelming pressure from all sides, which felt like gel.

next second.

The two witches once again turned their hands over, palms facing Locke, and pushed him away forcefully.

boom!

Locke was sent flying backward, his back smashing through a car, then a second, a third... until he finally came to a stop after crashing into the police car that had just hit the invisible wall and had its front end crushed.

Outside the invisible wall, the police officers, who were calling for reinforcements and setting up a cordon, stared dumbfounded at Locke, who had suddenly crashed into their police car.

Just as several officers were looking at Locke, preparing to draw their guns, a surprised voice rang out.

"Locke?"

"..."

Locke, leaning against the police car, looked in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar face. He smiled and greeted him, "Good morning, George."

That's right, it's Inspector George Stacy.

George looked at Locke, who had rammed the police car, leaving a human-shaped crater, then glanced towards the Brooklyn Bridge, as if struck by a thought: "Mutants?"

Locke shrugged. "I guess so."

Vampires can be described as mutants whose abilities are very similar to those of vampires.

A witch can also be described as a mutant whose abilities are very similar to those of a witch.

As Locke spoke, he got up from the ground and smiled slightly at George: "I have other things to do, talk to you later."

That's all.

Bang!

His figure disappeared from the spot once again, and he saw the two witches turning around again to cast a spell on the blade.

Locke grabbed a wrecked vehicle from the side, held the front of the car with his right hand, and slammed it towards the two witches and Blade.

One of the witches turned her head and looked at the approaching vehicle, the white film in her eyes reappearing.

With a soft "plop!"

The vehicle flying in the air appeared to be cleaved in two by an invisible blade.

Locke moved swiftly, grabbing one vehicle after another and throwing them rapidly toward the location of the two witches.

Faced with a deluge of vehicles that seemed to blot out the sky like locusts, the other witch had no choice but to stop casting her spell once again. The two witches joined forces, spread their arms, and created a transparent barrier in a small area.

Boom, boom, boom!

The massive vehicles crashed into the transparent barrier, turning into fireballs with a deafening roar, much like a meteorite impact.

If you stand under the bridge and look towards the bridge surface, you will see one fireball after another rolling in with the sound of explosions.

"hiss."

"This is probably a mutant on par with Magneto."

"As expected of a sentry."

"I suddenly want to join the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau and see the real world."

Several police officers on guard duty couldn't help but feel a little envious as they watched the fireballs explode and soar into the air on the bridge, along with the vehicles flying around.

Men, deep down, have a peculiar fascination with explosions and flames.

George, who was standing nearby, glanced at the officer who had said he wanted to defect from the Sentinel Special Operations Department in front of him and poured cold water on his enthusiasm: "The mortality rate of the operational Sentinels is 56 percent higher than that of our department."

Upon hearing this, several police officers were startled and gasped.

Also.

The greater the risk, the higher the probability of reimbursement.

Forget it.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

While the NYPD also faces the risk of being overwhelmed with expenses, compared to the Secret Service, where expenses can start at a minimum of a whole team, the NYPD is practically paradise.

At this moment, the explosions on the bridge gradually stopped.

The answer is that there are no more cars left to steal.

Locke looked at the two witches who casually tossed the wreckage aside again, seemingly without even breaking a sweat. He felt a headache coming on.

Hey!

Why hasn't Lady Viper's blood arrived yet, as promised by Gideon Malik?

Locke's mind raced, he took a deep breath, and charged toward the two witches once more.

but……

Same moves, same routine.

boom!

George watched as Locke, who was once again flying like a shooting star and looked like he was about to be thrown into the police car, his brow twitching furiously.

Locke pulled himself out of the police car, meeting George's gaze.

"This was an accident."

"boom!"

"Accident."

"boom!"

"grass!"

Locke was furious. Looking at the sentries who had also arrived at the scene, he stood up and roared, "Rocket launcher!"

Damn it, just because I'm not showing my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover.

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Upon hearing this, a sentry quickly opened the trunk, took out the rocket launcher, and handed it to Locke.

After Locke took it, without saying a word, he disappeared again before George, who was just about to say something after seeing the rocket launcher.

next second.

Locke, carrying the rocket launcher, aimed it at the location of the two witches and Blade, and pulled the trigger.

call out!

The rocket ignited instantly, bursting into flames and emitting a piercing shriek, hurtling straight towards the witch and the blade.

The two witches' expressions changed as they watched the rocket hurtling towards them, and they quickly raised their hands to block it once again.

Boom!

The rocket crashed into the barrier, unleashing tremendous power and shockwaves, creating the illusion that the Brooklyn Bridge itself trembled for a moment.

but……

This time, the shockwave swept through with a cracking sound, breaking through the barrier and throwing the two witches backward.

"You should leave quickly."

"it is good."

The leading witch said something to the witch next to her, then stopped standing beside Blade and instead took to the air, looking down at Locke and unleashing wave after wave of transparent shockwaves.

At the same time, she looked at the crowd outside the invisible wall, her face cold.

boom!

The police car that Locke had rammed several times suddenly exploded.

The blast wave swept around, sending several police officers and sentries flying.

The witch looked at Locke with a cold gaze.

"We have no intention of being your enemy, Locke Underwood. You forced us into this situation, and their casualties are your doing."

"laugh!"

Locke scoffed at the witch's words: "If you have no intention of being my enemy, then you're trying to kill me with wolfsbane."

The witch remained expressionless.

"This is part of the deal."

"What deal?"

You have no right to know.

"I knew it when I caught you."

Locke sneered, grabbed a railing on the Brooklyn Bridge with his right hand, yanked it down with his bare hands, and shot it at the witch in the air.

The witch opened her right hand.

The speeding guardrail instantly changed direction and shot towards the direction from which it had launched him.

Boom!

The guardrails fell like cannonballs, disappearing into the bridge surface.

But as Locke shot out of the railing, he vanished from his spot and swiftly attacked the witch who was pressing one hand against the blade's chest while rapidly chanting a spell.

The witch in the air watched Locke's afterimage and once again unleashed her dark magic.

Locke paused again.

Just then.

The witch, who was silently chanting a spell while pressing her hand against the blade's chest, turned to look at Locke, who was standing close by, and revealed a slight smile.

next second.

call out!

The witch abruptly vanished from the spot, blade in hand.

Locke's brow twitched as he witnessed this.

Before he could think it through, he was once again carried away by magic, as if grabbed by an invisible hand, and crashed down onto the bridge with a loud bang.

A large pit appeared on the bridge surface.

Locke was lying in the pit.

Holy crap!

I hate magic.

The energy in the Blood Pool space poured into his entire body like a floodgate being opened, and any injury was repaired with a mere thought.

but……

Magic is a natural counter to physical attacks.

Even though Locke was not injured, the invisible pressure still kept him trapped in the pit, unable to move.

Just then.

The witch in the air appeared beside the pit.

She first looked up at the sky, then looked down at Locke in the crater, her right hand outstretched towards Locke's chest: "I'm sorry, but to purify the world of filth and allow the Blood Queen to return, you must die."

As she spoke, a chilling murderous intent appeared on the witch's face.

Locke, lying in the pit, was just about to speak.

next second.

He saw his upper body clothes being torn open, and then, suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest.

The pain was radiating from the inside out, as if something was about to burst out of my chest.

Could it be an alien?

……

(End of this chapter)