The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Boom!

The powerful impact sent the flying blade flying nearly three meters before it tumbled in the air, dissipating the force.

Blade, having landed again, looked at Quinn once more, a somewhat simple and honest smile appearing on his dark face.

"interesting."

"I knew it, how did you manage to be so brave just now?"

"So it's been upgraded."

He knew all too well how powerful Quinn was.

But the strength that Quinn just displayed was clearly on a completely different level – one was on the ground, and the other was in the sky.

It's impossible for a vampire to suddenly become so powerful after just a few days of absence.

A vampire's strength depends entirely on the amount of blood they have.

The purer the blood, the stronger the power.

obviously.

Quen was purified; simply put, he was upgraded by his master.

"Tsk tsk."

As Blade spoke, he twirled his sword again, then looked at Dickon, who seemed to be protecting Locke: "Promoting such trash, that's not like you, Dickon."

Even for high-level vampires, upgrading their vassals isn't something that can be done at will.

This requires the use of essence and blood to enhance it.

If there were no restrictions on advancement, then B-class vampires would be everywhere in New York City, and A-class vampires would be as common as dogs.

As a hybrid, Blade naturally knew this.

Dickon squinted at Blade: "If you don't repeatedly mock Quinn, I really won't upgrade."

Again.

Blade's repeated mockery of Quen is like slapping Quen's butt.

No.

This is a slap in the face to him.

Blade flashed that two rows of white teeth in a smile again and said an apology.

"It was my fault."

"Die, Blade!"

Feeling completely ignored, Quinn roared again and launched a Phantom Charge at Blade.

Seeing this, Blade stopped smiling, became serious, and with a flick of his left hand, drew out the second sword from behind.

Twin swords strike!

A B-grade vampire requires our full effort.

moment.

The sound of claws clashing against the sword rang out, and a faint aroma of meat seemed to waft through the air.

If you look closely, Quinn's claws appear to be smoking.

no way.

Blade's twin swords are made of silver.

Well known.

Silverware is also said to ward off vampires.

"Mr. Underwood."

"Mr. Frost."

Locke smiled as he looked at Deacon, who had turned to face him.

Although he didn't think Dickon's acting was very good, he was very curious about how Dickon would act next.

Dickon glanced back at Blade and Quinn, who were still locked in combat, then said to Locke with utmost seriousness, "You go first, I'll escort you out."

Let me go?

Is this for real? Shouldn't they take this opportunity to kill me and then pin the blame on Blade?

...Oh, right.

They're not sure if I have a backup plan, so they don't dare leave me here.

Locke's mind raced, then he glanced at Blade's battle before looking at Dickon and nodding.

"it is good."

He planned to follow Dickon's script and see how Dickon intended to act it out.

Anyway, Brown and his team have already cleared out most of the vampires outside.

The Blade Runner landing is the signal.

Just now, he had been receiving notifications in his mind one after another about gaining extraordinary points.

This shows that Brown has already acted according to plan.

and so……

Locke readily agreed and, after nodding, walked directly toward his Audi A8 parked to the side.

Before getting into the car, he made sure to throw both suitcases inside.

Deacon's eyes twitched as he watched this, but he did not choose to stop it.

No one tried to stop him from leaving until Locke started the car, the engine roared, and he drove off towards the hangar.

As Locke drove away.

Seeing this, Blade, who was not far away, flicked his right hand and hurled his longsword at Locke.

Just then.

Bang!

A metallic clanging sound rang out.

Dickon appeared beside Locke's car like a phantom, deflecting the flying sword with his right hand.

"Mr. Underwood, rest assured, Blade will not leave here alive."

"..."

As Locke drove away from the abandoned hangar, he realized something at that moment.

Blade will leave here alive.

At the same time, he also almost completely understood what Dickon's script was about.

In a word.

Vulgar.

If Hollywood dared to write a script like this and actually film it, Locke believed the movie would be a complete flop.

soon.

Locke, who left Blade Runner alone in the abandoned hangar, parked the vehicle, lit a cigarette, and got out.

Splash!

In the pitch-black surroundings, accompanied by faint footsteps, a dozen or so people suddenly appeared.

Brown was the first to be affected.

Brown, having removed his night vision goggles, walked up to Locke and said excitedly, "We've eliminated all thirty-five vampires that followed us."

Locke asked, "No leaks?"

Before Brown could speak, Debbie's voice, which had been consistently online, came through the headset.

"Don't worry, boss."

Debbie, who had been overseeing the operations center, crossed her arms and looked at Locke on the real-time screen displayed on the Sentinel satellite. She said, "We've been monitoring them since this afternoon. Apart from the two in the warehouse, thirty-five vampires have arrived."

Locke nodded upon hearing this.

"That's good."

"What's next? Charge in?"

"No, wait a little longer."

Locke exhaled a smoke ring, squinted at the abandoned hangar he had just left, and smirked: "Although this vampire's script is terrible, I admire his courage to continue acting out such a terrible script. So, let's wait and see, let him finish his performance."

He knew exactly what Dickon's script was about.

It's just a way to confirm that he and Deacon are friends, and after Blade manages to escape, he'll turn Blade into his enemy.

As Locke said.

This script is terrible and cliché.

but……

remarkably brave.

So what if we let him finish his performance? Blade is definitely not going to die here today.

Upon hearing this, Brown seemed to want to say something, but considering that tonight's operation was entirely under Locke's command, he opened his mouth but chose not to speak.

Locke looked at the abandoned hangar in the distance, thought for a moment, and then looked at Brown.

Do you have a combat tablet?

"have."

"Debbie."

Locke, having obtained the combat tablet, immediately called out to Debbie: "Send me the footage from inside the warehouse."

"Hold on."

Debbie nodded to the sentry beside her, who quickly transmitted the signal image from the abandoned hangar.

Locke arrived at the abandoned hangar ahead of time, but instead fired a signal transmitter into the ceiling.

Products from Sentinel Labs are guaranteed to be of the highest quality.

It's the kind of thing that even Professor X couldn't possibly discover, let alone a mere vampire.

……