The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

The agreed time for the transaction was 7:00 PM.

Locke left the Sentinel & Secret Service building at five o'clock, got into his Audi A8, and drove out of the parking lot toward the abandoned hangar where the agreed-upon transaction was to take place.

Just moments after he left the parking lot, an agent working as a clerk in the Sentinel Special Service office looked down, took out his phone, and sent a text message.

Driving on the road leading to the abandoned hangar.

Locke gripped the steering wheel with one hand and held a cigarette between the other, driving steadily at 60 miles per hour.

"Debbie, has anything changed at the hangar?"

"no."

Debbie's voice came through the in-ear headset.

Debbie, who was in the command center using Sentinel satellites to conduct real-time, comprehensive surveillance of the area around the abandoned hangar, shook her head.

"Since the satellite was put into place, no abnormalities have been detected."

"All right."

Locke nodded and said, "Jack contacted me immediately after finding Blade."

Debbie nodded.

"clear."

"OK."

Locke exhaled a smoke ring.

He told his supervisor, Walter Herman, that afternoon that he had never intended to scheme against Natasha.

That's the truth.

Because from beginning to end, the only person he was scheming against was Blade.

Blade is a great knife for hunting vampires.

It would be perfect to have him kill Dickon Frost.

After all, it's a job that matches my major.

Whether a vampire riot would break out in New York City after Dickon Frost's death was none of his business.

S.H.I.E.L.D. can choose to take the blame, or they can choose not to.

Just give up on Blade.

Anyway, Blade wasn't a regular agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., he was just a temporary worker.

Temporary workers taking the blame and such are quite a good fit for their majors.

Locke actually had no thoughts or opinions about Blade Warrior.

That's the truth.

but……

If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being too curious.

Locke thought to himself, one hand resting on the outside of the car window, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Although Natasha had verified that he was not some so-called vampire servant.

But over the past month, he knew very well that on two or three occasions, he was followed by Blade Runner when he went home at night.

He just pretended not to know.

obviously.

Blade's suspicions about him did not disappear.

and so!

Strike first and you'll have the upper hand; strike later and you'll suffer the consequences.

Locke kept this truth firmly in mind.

Rather than reacting passively, he prefers to strike hard when danger first appears.

Blademaster is indeed a good tool for farming Prodigy Points, but it's just a good tool.

That's it.

"Ding! 』

Gained Extraordinary Points: 2

Current Extraordinary Points: 201

"Um?"

Locke raised an eyebrow and glanced at the sky outside.

Hmm, it's not dark yet.

Wow, Blade is working so hard today, is he even working overtime during the day?

Half an hour earlier, before he even left the Sentinel Special Operations Building, he had received a notification that he had gained Extraordinary Points.

Now two more have arrived?

Did Blade take his blue potion today?

Doesn't this guy only find vampires to eat with his drinks at night?

Locke was curious.

Just then.

Debbie's voice came through the headset.

"Boss, Jack's communication has come through."

"Take it."

Locke snapped out of his daze and threw the cigarette butt out the window.

The communication was established very quickly.

"Boss."

"Have you found Blade?"

"Uh...yes."

In a dark alley in Queens, Jack looked down at the two heads lying on the ground, then handed the phone to the Blademaster who was brandishing his sword and sheathing it: "It's our boss on the phone."

The Blade, wearing sunglasses, glanced at Jack expressionlessly, then took the phone from Jack's hand.

"Feed".

"Deacon Frost asked to meet me."

"I know."

"Ground... um?"

Locke realized what was happening and raised an eyebrow: "You knew?"

He thought of the extraordinary points he had received from the system notification half an hour earlier.

next second.

Locke smiled.

"hehe."

Locke's lips curled up slightly: "Let me guess, did some clueless vampire run up to you and then tell you this to beg for mercy?"

Blade pursed his thick lips.

"Yes."

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Locke couldn't help but laugh again.

Look.

He's right, isn't he?

This Dickon Frost is definitely not going to follow the rules.

Locke quickly realized why Dickon Frost had let the Blade know the contents of their deal.

His partnership with Blade was not exposed.

obviously.

Dickon Frost intended to use someone else to do his dirty work.

Borrow the Blademaster's blade to kill this corrupt law enforcement officer who accepted bribes from vampires.

Skillful.

He also planned to use Blade's blade to kill Dickon Frost, who was known as the leader of the vampires in New York City.

Locke thought to himself, a smile playing on his lips, and said to Blade on the other end of the phone, "Seven o'clock tonight, at the abandoned hangar at Kennedy International Airport. Jack will bring you there."

He didn't ask Blade Runner who he would believe.

No need.

Locke only needs Blade to arrive at 7 o'clock.

If he hadn't sent Jack to find Blade, the latter probably wouldn't have chosen to intervene after seeing the scene.

But now that Jack has found him, Blade will definitely make a move.

Locke had no doubt about this.

"Need not."

"Um?"

Blade glanced at the two heads on the ground and said, "The men you sent are being followed by the vampires."

Locke wasn't surprised: "I guessed it."

The two extraordinary points mentioned earlier probably came from here.

If Dickon Frost was thinking of using Blade to kill someone else, then it's not surprising that he would think of having vampires track his people.

only……

"It's still daytime, can they still go out?"

"Those who have come are blood servants, not vampires."

"Understood."

Locke nodded, not bothering to think about why Blade Warrior could also gain Extraordinary Points by killing Blood Servants, and instead had Blade Warrior hand the phone to Jack.

Jack, who had just answered the phone, glanced at the Blade Warrior who had just slashed off two heads with a single stroke.

"Boss."

"Clean up the scene."

"clear."

Jack responded, then hung up the phone. He then took out the car keys from his pocket, which were parked outside the alley, and handed them to Blade.

Blade glanced at him, then looked at Jack and grinned.

"Need not."

"Well……"

Before Jack could react, with a whoosh, the Blade Warrior who had just been in front of him vanished into the alley in the blink of an eye, like a black shadow.

Jack stood there, blinked, looked at the empty alley, and then at the two heads on the ground, their eyes wide open in death.

A gust of wind blew by.

Jack instinctively shivered.

Mom, there's a ghost!

vampire!

……