The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

It's only natural for me to contact you.

If you retaliate and kill my people, then you are in the wrong.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Dickon Frost, with his effeminate face, narrowed his eyes upon hearing Locke's words.

Yes.

This is why the Thirteen Elders disagreed when he told them about the matter, intending to make an example of Locke and Brown to warn others.

To use the words of the thirteenth elder.

Covenants are meant to be upheld, not broken. Over the years, although some extraordinary races have been eager to break this covenant, none of them have dared to be the first to do so.

After all, the five overlords all possess the power to destroy the world.

Moreover, they were indeed at fault in this matter.

When the Sentinel & Secret Service comes to investigate, you should just obediently accept the investigation. Why do you have to fight back?

and so……

After hearing that the Sentinel Secret Service was searching for vampires all over New York City for revenge, the thirteen pureblood vampires simply said, "Let them kill. They'll be satisfied once they've had their fill."

Anyway, it was the mixed-bloods that died.

Let alone killing a hundred, even if there were an extra zero, thirteen pure-blooded vampires wouldn't feel any remorse.

The question is, who made mixed-blood vampires considered lowly in the vampire world?

The vampire world is a world with a strict hierarchy.

Thirteen pureblood vampires stood high above.

Because fundamentally, as long as the thirteen pureblood vampires don't all die out, even if they are the only ones left in all of New York, given a day, they can recreate the vampires.

The Sentinel Secret Service wouldn't even hesitate to kill Dickon Frost, let alone wipe out all the vampires in New York City.

Yes.

He, Dickon Frost, the leader of the New York City vampires, was also considered a commoner in the eyes of the thirteen pureblood vampire elders.

Those thirteen damned old bastards!

How can the vampire race grow stronger and become supreme while living among these insects?

Just you wait, wait until I find it...

However, the situation was beyond his control. The thirteen pure-blooded vampires forced him to quell the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau's anger as soon as possible, and for the sake of his own plans, he had to do so quickly.

Dickon Frost looked down expressionlessly.

"We can resolve this peacefully, Mr. Underwood."

"Call me Detective when you're at work."

"...Detective Underwood."

Dickon Frost opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and calmed his breathing: "I think it wouldn't do either of us any good to continue this."

Locke exchanged another glance with Brown, then smiled as he looked at the phone on the bar counter with its speaker playing.

"What suggestions does Mr. Frost have?"

"Two million."

"Um?"

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I am willing to offer two million as compensation for this incident to settle this matter."

"..."

Goodness, no wonder he's a vampire, he's really rich.

Two million.

He threw it out without even blinking.

Locke looked at Brown again.

Brown didn't speak, but his expression said it all.

After all, two million is no small sum.

Moreover, after a month of hunting and killing so many vampires, the flames of revenge in his heart had gradually subsided.

Locke smiled at the expression on Brown's face and said to Dickon Frost on the other end of the phone, "Okay, how about the trade?"

Dickon Frost laughed heartily: "Great! Seven o'clock tonight, the abandoned hangar next to Kennedy International Airport."

Locke squinted and remained silent.

Dickon Frost laughed.

"Agent Underwood, you're not scared now, are you?"

"right."

Locke bluntly stated, "I'm very worried; this is a trap."

You know, nighttime is the vampires' domain.

Even though it's his home turf.

but……

Locke made up his mind to focus on a cautious approach to development until he was able to take on the entire world single-handedly or until he had accumulated a million extraordinary points.

He didn't want to play dumb to take advantage of others, but he also didn't want his business to collapse before it was even halfway done.

The current cautious development is merely to lay a solid foundation for future unbridled growth.

When he can finally let loose completely.

Ha ha.

He evolved directly to the level of "I don't eat beef".

at the moment……

Be brave, but not reckless!

Dickon Frost laughed again on the phone: "This is quite different from the Agent Underwood I know."

Locke raised an eyebrow: "What kind of person do you know me to be, Mr. Frost?"

Dickon Frost smiled and said, "From what I know, Agent Underwood and that Mr. Brown are the infamous 'Mr. Slaughterers' of the Sentinel Special Operations. They never leave anyone alive, whether it's us or mutants."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Locke and Brown exchanged a glance, then looked at Debbie standing to the side.

Debbie met their gazes, paused slightly, and then whispered, "Boss, you really didn't know you had this nickname in the department?"

She thought her boss and Brown knew her nickname.

This is why many people were indignant after the agents of Team One and Team Five were attacked by mutants this year.

Because they only capture mutants.

But one group, Locke and Brown, were the ones who actually killed.

Now, things are really different. The mutants don't dare to attack the sentries who actually kill mutants, but they attack the sentries who are only there to capture mutants.

What, do honest people deserve to be bullied?

Locke and Brown exchanged another glance as they listened to Debbie's words.

They both saw the silence in each other's eyes.

Locke felt even more innocent.

God is my witness.

He has never actually killed a single mutant with his own hands, so how did he suddenly get the nickname "Mutant Mutant Killer"?

At that moment, Locke finally understood what it meant to be wronged like Dou E.

He was wronged.

However, now is not a good time to discuss his nickname.

Locke coughed, grabbed the phone from the bar, and said to Dickon Frost on the other end of the line, "Okay, but I have a condition."

Dickon Frost smiled slightly.

"Please speak."

"Come here yourself."

"this……"

"I'd love to meet the famous New York City vampire leader, and I think we'll cross paths again in the future, barring any unforeseen circumstances. What do you think?"

"..."

Locke smiled as he listened to the silence on the other end of the phone.

"What, Mr. Frost, are you afraid that if you come, you'll leave your life behind?"

"Won't."

"Oh……"

"You can't kill me!"

"..."