The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

In an abandoned hangar.

Locke and Dickon looked at each other.

Both of them were smiling, and the scene looked just like that of old friends who had never met before but were meeting for the first time and felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

but……

Both of them sensed a faint but palpable killing intent emanating from each other.

Just then.

Dickon Frost was the first to burst into laughter, then snapped his fingers without turning around.

The snap of fingers fell.

The Mercedes-Benz parked at the hangar entrance moved forward a few steps, entered the hangar, and then stopped again.

next second.

The driver's door of the Mercedes opened, and Quinn, who was acting as the driver, jogged out and went to the trunk, where he took out two standard briefcases.

Quinn, carrying a suitcase in each hand, jogged up behind Deacon.

"Owner."

"Okay, go ahead."

After taking the briefcase, Deacon nodded to Quinn.

Kun understood, turned around without looking back, and jogged back to the Mercedes.

"Mr. Underwood, please." Dickon smiled and handed the two briefcases to Locke.

Locke didn't immediately take them, but smiled as he looked at the two briefcases in Dickon's hands.

Seeing this, Dickon also smiled.

Locke looked at Deacon with a playful smile on his lips.

"A briefcase costs two million, and now Mr. Frost is giving me two briefcases. What does this mean?"

How much exactly is two million US dollars?

If we use bags, how many bags do we need?

Locke didn't know the answer to this question.

But it was a coincidence.

He happened to know how many suitcases could fit two million US dollars in if packed in a briefcase.

The answer is a box.

This wasn't just theoretical talk; it was something he witnessed firsthand.

But that was when I was a child.

At the time, before the elder Underwood went to Washington, D.C., when he was still in South Carolina, a businessman came to provide him with campaign funds.

The suitcase that the merchant brought over was the same one that Dickon was carrying now.

The campaign funds provided by that businessman were exactly two million.

and so……

Did they bring four million with them?

Good guy.

Are there any unexpected gains?

Dickon Frost looked at the amused smile on Locke's face, his expression unchanged: "Two million dollars is our apology, and the other two million dollars is to wish us a successful cooperation, Agent Underwood."

Oh!

They're waiting for me here.

So, this is just for show, meant for the Blade Runner who's perched on the ceiling.

Locke listened to Dickon's explanation, thought to himself, and then looked at Dickon with a strange expression.

"cooperate?"

"Yes."

Dickon's expression was very sincere: "Didn't Mr. Underwood also say on the phone that we would continue to do business together? I hope that we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future."

As they were talking.

Dickon placed the two briefcases in front of Locke, then sincerely extended his right hand to Locke again: "It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Underwood."

Locke looked down at the right hand that was being offered to him again.

after awhile.

He smiled.

next second.

Locke also extended his right hand, ready to shake hands with Dickon.

but……

boom!

Locke instinctively looked toward the ceiling where the noise was coming from.

Dickon also pretended to look up.

into the eye.

The Blade Warrior, dressed entirely in black and carrying two swords on his back, descended from the sky with an extremely cool posture, landing steadily on one knee!

At just the right moment, Quinn inside the Mercedes let out a scream.

"Shit, Master, it's Blade!"

"..."

The Blade Runner landed steadily and rose from the ground. He then stretched his right hand behind him, drew a sharp longsword, and performed a cool sword flourish before looking at Dickon Frost.

Blade Runner's thick, sausage-like lips curled into a smile.

But his tone was unusually low.

"Deacon!"

"Blade!"

Dickon narrowed his eyes, looking at the Blade Warrior who had suddenly appeared, and said in a deep voice, then slid his foot and stood in front of Locke: "Mr. Underwood, be careful."

A hint of amusement flashed in Locke's eyes.

But he didn't choose to expose him. Instead, he let Dickon stand in front of him and then stared at the Blade who had 'suddenly' appeared not far away: "Who is he, Frost? I remember I said not to bring anyone else."

play?

Who can't?

Don't you know that every politician is an excellent actor?

He is not a politician.

But he was born into a family of politicians.

In terms of acting skills, he said he was much more natural than Dickon, whose acting was somewhat exaggerated and sloppy.

"Mr. Underwood."

Quinn jumped out of the Mercedes again, answering Locke's question for his master: "Blade, he has killed many of us over the years."

Dickon also turned to look at Locke, a perfectly timed apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Underwood, I didn't know he was following me, but rest assured, he won't leave here alive."

In short, it perfectly demonstrates their long-standing partnership with Locke!

talking.

Deacon looked at Quinn expressionlessly: "Kill him."

Quinn shuddered, his expression a mix of emotions, almost as if he wanted to point a finger at himself again.

At that moment, he felt as if he were a fish that had become a spirit, and his master was ordering him to catch Sun Wukong all by himself.

Even if he didn't know who Sun Wukong was.

but……

Just as Quinn was about to develop PTSD about Blade again, he saw the coldness deep in the eyes of his master, Deacon.

This chilling sensation sent another shiver down Kunen's spine.

Quinn took a deep breath and looked at the Blade Warrior standing not far away, holding that familiar-looking sword.

His eyes were burning with hatred and rage towards the Blade Runner.

"Blade!"

"Quinn".

Blade looked at his defeated opponent with a mocking expression: "To be honest, after killing you so many times, I'm tired of this game."

It would have been better if we hadn't said anything.

Blade's words instantly brought back memories of the times Blade had tormented, tortured, and killed Quinn.

Quinn's eyes turned bloodshot, and his two fangs were revealed.

At this moment, both old and new grudges surged into my heart.

Quinn let out a scream, then moved with the speed of a phantom, charging directly towards the blade: "This time, you'll be the one who dies!"

Blade drew his sword directly, let out a sneer, and charged forward to meet Quinn's attack.

boom!

Quinn's suddenly extended claws slammed directly onto Blade's longsword. Blade immediately sensed something was wrong and held the longsword horizontally to his chest.

then……

The blade flew backward.

"Ding! 』

Gained Extraordinary Points: 1

Current Extraordinary Points: 3

"Ding! 』

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