The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Dickon Frost, determined to overthrow the current corrupt vampire rule, has an ambition as bright as the blazing sun.

and so……

Whether it was the Thirteen Pureblood Council that hindered him from within, or external forces such as the Blade Warrior who chopped off several vampire heads every day, or Locke who had suddenly emerged in the past month and was rampaging through the country.

All of these are on Dickon Frost's blacklist.

The Thirteen Pureblood Council is currently very powerful.

He hasn't found what he wants yet, so for now he can only follow the decisions of the Thirteen Pureblood Council.

But just because he can't do it doesn't mean others can't.

For example, having Blade Warrior deal with Locke and the others.

think about it.

If Blade were to stumble upon his deal with Locke and witness him handing Locke two million dollars in cash, what would he think?

Blade is a tough guy.

He was ruthless to vampires, and he was even more ruthless to ordinary people who willingly became their blood servants.

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At that time...

Hey.

What does the fact that Blade killed have to do with us vampires?

Upon realizing this, Dickon Frost couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile.

Just you wait, you thirteen old geezers.

Once I obtain the 'Blood God,' your good days will be over for the thirteen old geezers. At that time, I will show you what it means to be a true man born between heaven and earth, how can you live a life of mediocrity and subservience?

Dickon Frost snorted, turned around, tossed his bathrobe aside, and walked back towards his spacious bedroom, which exuded a seductive atmosphere.

inside.

Blade's biological mother, the Black one of the two, was kneeling on the ground with unparalleled allure, looking at Dickon Frost as he walked in, her mouth agape with a blissful smile.

"Ugh!"

"No!"

"It's too dangerous, boss, you can't go."

After seeing Locke hang up the phone, Debbie and Brown hurriedly tried to persuade him.

They said they would never agree to let Locke go alone.

Locke put his phone back in his pocket, then quietly looked at Debbie and Brown, who were both very excited and seemed ready to tie him up to prevent him from going out to their appointment. He couldn't help but laugh.

"When did I ever say I was going alone?"

"Well……"

"what!"

Debbie and Brown exchanged a glance, then looked back at Locke.

"Boss, didn't you just promise..."

"The Sentinel Secret Service never makes deals with criminals!"

"..."

Going alone?

Locke would be insane to actually go alone to the appointment.

What is his identity? What is that vampire's identity?

He, Locke Underwood, is a Democratic congressman and the House Majority Whip...

cough cough.

A mere vampire who can't even see the light of day is not worthy of meeting him alone.

Furthermore...

As long as he's alive, he'll become stronger sooner or later; it's not up to a vampire who can see his future to try and take advantage of him.

As the ancients said, a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Locke never does anything dangerous.

Brown breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Locke's words.

He exchanged another glance with Debbie, then looked back at Locke: "Should we notify the department now and have the mobile unit head to the abandoned hangar?"

Locke shook his head.

"no."

"How..."

Brown was about to ask a question when he suddenly remembered something and looked at Locke: "Does the department have a mole within their ranks?"

Locke met Brown's gaze and nodded.

He learned about this from Blade a month ago, after he had finalized the cooperation with Natasha.

Blade said that two months ago, during a fight in a secluded vampire bar, he found a Sentinel Special Operations badge that had fallen to the ground.

obviously.

Either a hapless Sentinel from the Special Service becomes a dessert at a vampire bar, or the Sentinel also has vampire servants.

Again.

eternal life!

It's a temptation that ordinary people can't resist.

It was only after Blade mentioned this matter that he learned from Natasha that Blade suspected him of being a Blood Servant.

When Locke heard this, he immediately realized why Natasha had kissed every inch of his body that night.

The emotion wasn't that the atmosphere had reached its peak, but rather that Natasha was checking him for any marks unique to blood servants.

fortunately.

That night, he stumbled upon the fact that drinking Thunder Bomb could restore body temperature to his cold body.

"Oh, right."

"drink wine."

Locke snapped out of his daze, took out the small bottle of Thunder Bourbon he always carried from his pocket, unscrewed it, and drank it all in one gulp.

Because I didn't drink alcohol at noon, my body temperature, which had been gradually decreasing, returned once again.

Locke screwed the small bottle back on and looked at Debbie.

"Have they identified the agent who lost the badge?"

"no."

Debbie shook her head, unable to resist complaining, "Boss, do you know how many agents we have in our building? And not all agents choose to report losing their badges."

That's the truth.

Losing your badge could lead to an investigation by the Ministry of the Interior if it's reported.

Moreover, badges aren't identification documents, and not everyone carries them around. So even if a badge is lost, most agents will choose not to report it.

Locke was well aware of this as well.

This is why, even though he reached an agreement with Natasha, there was still no official cooperation between them.

Without him.

There are bad guys in the bureau.

But this guy will be exposed sooner or later.

Locke didn't take the matter to heart. After regaining his composure, he looked directly at Debbie and said, "Debbie, go back to the station now and take charge of the command center. Notify the sentinels in the information section to have the sentinel satellite in place by 3 p.m.

Debbie nodded.

"An abandoned hangar?"

"Yes, keep an eye on everything that happens in the abandoned hangar. I won't come alone, and this Dickon Frost certainly won't go alone either."

Locke was quite certain of this.

It was said that he went to the meeting alone.

But Dickon Frost was, after all, the leader of the vampires in New York City.

Although it can't compare to his level, it's still somewhat similar.

So, as a leader, it's beneath him to drive here alone; at the very least, he should have had a driver.

Locke said this, then looked at Brown.

"The specially made ultraviolet sniper bullets should already be available, right?"

"Got it."

"That's good."

Locke stroked his chin.

Upon hearing this, and seeing the expression on Locke's face, Brown seemed to understand what Locke was planning.

only……

He sensed something was amiss and said, "So you don't want the two million?"

Locke glanced at Brown.

Laughed.

"Only children make choices!"

"...so?"

"I want them all!"

Locke smiled slightly, extended his right hand to Brown, and then clenched his fist.

……