The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

The abandoned hangar that Dickon Frost mentioned in his phone call is right next to the old terminal building of John Frost International Airport.

The hangar was later abandoned after the expansion of John F. Kennedy International Airport.

There is nothing in it.

Even the exposed steel bars inside the hangar have been almost completely dismantled.

After parking the vehicle, Locke got out and looked around.

The hangar was empty, the floor was covered in dust, and there was even some trash scattered around.

Standing outside the hangar, you can see planes taking off and landing on the runway not far away.

Locke looked up at the sky.

sunset.

He glanced at the time on his watch.

There are still half an hour left until the agreed time.

Locke took a cigarette out of his pocket.

ignite.

He took a drag of his cigarette, then curiously thought about how the Blade Warrior had just killed the Blood Servant and given him Extraordinary Points.

You can't say that ordinary people who are slaves to vampires are considered extraordinary beings.

This is not reasonable.

That leaves only one possibility.

According to the system's judgment, killing ordinary people who are subordinate to extraordinary beings also counts as extraordinary points.

If that's the case.

that……

That's great!

Locke couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Just then.

"Sizzle..."

Debbie's voice came through the headset.

Debbie, who was directing operations in the command center, looked at the vehicle appearing in the satellite image and her spirits lifted: "Boss, target spotted."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Are you sure?

"It's uncertain. Satellites can't capture images inside the car because special coatings were used, causing image distortion."

"That must be it."

Locke said this, then looked up at the warehouse ceiling, smiled, and threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground.

Extinguish it.

soon.

Ten minutes later, the roar of a Mercedes-Benz engine could be heard outside the abandoned warehouse.

Immediately afterwards, a black Mercedes-Benz came into Locke's view.

Just when Locke thought the car would drive into the warehouse.

Sudden.

All you could see through the windshield was a pitch-black Mercedes-Benz parked in front of the abandoned warehouse.

next second.

The rear door of the Mercedes-Benz sedan opens.

A young man dressed in a black suit, with a cold and sinister appearance and a pair of white breasts, who looked to be about the same age as Locke, stepped out of the car and stood there in the glow of the setting sun.

It was Dickon Frost, the leader of the New York City vampires.

Upon seeing this, Locke narrowed his eyes.

He knew perfectly well that even pure-blooded vampires had no way to undo the fatal damage caused by ultraviolet radiation.

But what he was seeing was quite different from what he had come to know.

Personal reasons?

Or is it because of external factors?

Locke sensed the aura emanating from Dickon Frost.

Personal reasons? Unlikely.

He could sense Dickon Frost's power.

But that's all. Logically speaking, this strength shouldn't be enough for Dickon Frost to disregard the vampire's destiny rules.

unless……

Locke's gaze followed Dickon Frost's face, then silently landed on the ring on Dickon Frost's right hand, which was fastened with a button.

A kind of fluctuation he didn't understand emanated from the ring, and then seemed to form a shield that enveloped Dickon Frost.

interesting.

Locke thought this to himself and turned his gaze back to Dickon Frost.

Under the setting sun, Dickon Frost, with an indifferent and icy expression, slowly buttoned his shirt.

He seemed to enjoy the act of buttoning his shirt in the sunset.

after awhile.

After fastening his shirt, Dickon Frost looked into the warehouse. Upon seeing Locke, his expression changed instantly, and a formulaic smile appeared on his cold and ruthless face.

Locke also gave a formulaic smile.

Dickon Frost strode into the warehouse and, when he was about ten steps away from Locke, extended his right hand.

"Mr. Underwood, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Frost."

Locke smiled and reached out to shake hands with Dickon Frost.

The moment of shaking hands.

A hint of surprise flashed across Dickon Frost's formulaic smile, which quickly turned into confusion before disappearing just as fast.

But Locke still noticed.

hiss.

I just completed an emergency upgrade, removing the Night Stalker feature and restoring heartbeat and body temperature.

How could you notice that?

Locke calmly withdrew his right hand.

Dickon Frost's expression returned to its previous formulaic smile, and as Locke withdrew his right hand, he noticed a ring on Locke's left ring finger.

To be precise, it's a diamond ring.

The ring is entirely black, except for a single diamond in the center.

Locke was a married man, so it was perfectly normal for him to wear a wedding ring on his left ring finger.

but……

This ring?

Dickon Frost withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, "Mr. Underwood's wedding ring is quite special."

Locke glanced at Dickon Frost, then raised his left hand to look at his wedding ring.

This wedding ring was placed on his finger by his wife, Esme, during their vows.

It is said to be a family heirloom.

But why is this vampire paying attention to his wedding ring?

Ok?

Is this a threat to me?

Locke's eyes narrowed slightly, then his gaze fell on the ring on Dickon Frost's finger. He smiled and said, "Mr. Frost's ring is even more special. I wonder what would happen if I took it off."

Dickon Frost also raised an eyebrow, looking at Locke.

next second.

Dickon smiled and said, "This ring has a special meaning to me, and I will not take it off. Of course, no one can make me take it off either."

Locke responded with an "oh".

"Really?"

"certainly."

I don't believe it.

"..."

Locke and Deacon both wore formulaic smiles as they looked at each other.

He was now certain that the ring on his hand gave Deacon the courage to stand in the sun.

same.

He was even more certain that Deacon's glance at his ring was likely a covert threat.

He has a wife!

well.

You have already chosen a path to death.

Since that's the case, then we can't let you stay any longer.

Locke's thoughts raced, and the smile on his face deepened.

Dickon Frost's smile was exceptionally bright.

Because he had just confirmed something.

The man before him, Locke Underwood, seemed to be one of his kind.

Although the smell wasn't very strong.

Can……

He was transformed by a pure-blooded vampire, and is now below pure-blooded vampires but above mixed-blooded vampires.

Although he didn't understand why Locke's scent was so faint.

However, it must be the effect of that strange ring.

……