The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

In an abandoned hangar.

A delicate little gadget, perfectly matching the color of the ceiling, lit up with a red light, then went out again.

I can picture it now.

Locke raised an eyebrow as he looked at the live view of the hangar on the tactical tablet.

into the eye.

boom!

Blade was sent flying backward once again, crashing hard into the hangar wall.

no way.

After Locke left and Dickon joined the battle, Blade was now fighting two opponents at once.

But Locke wasn't worried about Blade's safety.

Because Dickon's script is about using someone else to do the dirty work, if the knife is broken, how can he kill anyone?

but……

Even if they don't die, they'll be crippled.

"puff!"

Blade slammed heavily against the wall, then landed on the ground spitting out a mouthful of blood. After casually wiping it away, he got up again, looked at Dickon who had joined the battle, and grinned.

"Deacon, it's been really hard to get you out here."

"Oh."

Dickon, with his effeminate appearance and complete disregard for Blade, glanced at him and smiled contemptuously: "You killed so many of my people just to find me, didn't you? Now I'm here, but you... well, you don't seem to be able to."

Blade gripped the sword with both hands and performed a sword flourish.

"Whether it works or not, we'll only know after we try."

"Master, let me do it."

Hearing this, Quinn, whose hands were almost burned to the bone, glanced at the blade and quickly said to Deacon, "Don't get your hands dirty."

Deacon lowered his eyes and glanced at Quinn.

"Get out of here."

"Useless trash."

"……yes."

When Quinn met Deacon's gaze, her delicate body trembled. She quickly lowered her head, hiding the expression in her eyes, and responded with a sound, not daring to speak again.

Dickon then looked at Blade, a cruel smile appearing on his effeminate face.

"bring it on."

"Clang!"

The smile on Blade's face vanished, his hands gripping the sword taut, and he charged toward Dickon.

Deacon looked at the charging blade and smiled contemptuously.

"Locke".

"Um."

"Aren't you going in?"

Brown, standing next to Locke, looked at Blade on the tactical tablet screen, who was being utterly crushed by Deacon, and his lips twitched: "If we don't go in soon, he's going to be killed."

If Blade is killed, even if they go in and chop up the vampire leader, they won't be able to complete their planned objective.

Locke, who was intently studying Dickon's combat techniques on his tablet, shook his head without looking up: "Don't worry, he won't die."

Ordinary people have their own way of fighting.

Extraordinary beings also have their own combat techniques.

Scenes of extraordinary creatures performing martial arts live, like this, are extremely rare and hard to come by.

Locke's first rule: Strike first, or suffer the consequences.

Locke's second rule: Learn as long as you live.

Before he transmigrated, his memory was already quite good, and after transmigrating, his memory was further enhanced.

It wouldn't be accurate to say it's photographic memory, but it's comparable to the effect of practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

As for the safety of the blade.

Even though Blade looks like he's been beaten to a pulp by Dickon in the scene.

but……

Blade is a hybrid, which means that as long as Blade isn't shot in the head, he won't die no matter how badly he's injured.

At most, the more severe the injury, the harder it will be for Blade to suppress the vampire power within him after recovery, bringing him one step closer to becoming a vampire completely.

but!

What does this have to do with me?

Locke paid no attention to this, instead multitasking, watching Dickon's fighting techniques on the screen while rapidly learning them in his mind, all with a playful expression on his face.

Dickon is currently going all out, beating Blade like a dead dog, mainly to prevent Blade from realizing that he's holding back, hoping that Blade will find a way to escape.

but……

What if Blade didn't choose to run away even when he was dying?

do not forget.

Locke wasn't the only one who knew the script; Blade knew it too.

This is not.

Dickon had practically turned Blade into a punching bag, but Blade didn't even consider running away. Instead, he seemed to be getting stronger with each defeat.

They've gone from dominating the game in the beginning to now seizing every opportunity.

"Sizzle!"

"Thump!"

The right blade was crushed by Dickon, whose expression instantly turned cold, and then Dickon sent him flying again.

Dickon looked down at the still-smoking stab wound in his abdomen, then looked up again, his face so dark it could drip water.

Although he is not afraid of silver, it will still hurt if he is hit by silver.

It hurts terribly.

However, despite his anger, Dickon was still somewhat puzzled.

Damn it.

Did you take some kind of stupid drug today? I'm about to beat you to death, why aren't you running away?

At this moment, Deakin had torn his black combat uniform into rags, and even his glasses had been crushed by Deakin. Like a tenacious cockroach, he rose from the ground again and grinned at Deakin's gloomy face once more.

Dickon's eyes narrowed, his voice low and filled with barely suppressed rage.

"It seems you really aren't afraid of death."

"Pooh!"

Blade's lips moved, then he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva at Deacon: "Can you kill me?"

Dickon smiled.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

I won't kill you?

Deacon stared at the blade, which in his eyes resembled a grinning chimpanzee spitting mockery at him, and the murderous intent he had been suppressing was almost impossible to contain.

"hehe."

"I can't kill you."

"Ha ha."

"Then let's see if I can kill you."

Dickon's eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at the blade, his gaze turning utterly cold.

Locke, who was watching remotely, raised an eyebrow, looked away from the screen, and tossed the tablet to one of Brown's teammates.

It's time to get in. If we don't get in soon, Dickon might ruin the whole show.

Dickon's script was terrible; it didn't matter whether he acted in it or not.

But his scripts are very brilliant.

However, both scripts have something in common.

Blade is the main character.

and so……

Blade cannot die.

Locke took the assault rifle loaded with ultraviolet bullets from Brown, cocked it, put on his professional goggles, and nodded to Brown.

Seeing this, Brown glanced around and saw his teammates putting on professional goggles almost simultaneously. Then he raised his hand and waved it sharply.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

In an instant, five Ford SUVs, modified with large ultraviolet searchlights and hidden in the darkness, roared out and sped toward the abandoned warehouse 500 meters away.

Five large ultraviolet searchlights, with their brightness and radiation, enveloped the abandoned warehouse from almost a 360-degree angle.

Kun, who was standing to the side of the warehouse watching his master fight without holding back, heard the commotion and quickly looked outside the warehouse.

next second.

Quinn's eyes narrowed rapidly.

……