The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

call out!

A pitch-black object, illuminated by ultraviolet light, sprang out of the abandoned hangar and then vanished into the darkness, billowing smoke.

next second.

Five Ford SUVs had arrived at the abandoned hangar, and the ultraviolet searchlights on their roofs instantly turned the somewhat dim hangar purple.

In the hangar.

Deacon gripped Blade's throat with one hand, lifting him like a chick, then squinted at the outside of the hangar.

"hiss."

Something's not right.

"This thing..."

Brown gasped as he looked at Deacon, who was vividly alive under the ultraviolet searchlight and hadn't turned to ashes as expected.

"He's not a vampire?"

"No, he is."

Locke, who was half a step behind Brown, said this, his gaze falling on the ring on the finger of the man who was gripping Blade's throat.

really.

This thing isn't affected by UV rays, thanks to that ring.

but……

Nothing.

You may not be afraid of the ultraviolet rays outside, but are you afraid of the ultraviolet rays that hit your body?

Locke narrowed his eyes.

Five SWAT officers in Ford SUVs opened their doors and stepped out, standing directly in front of the vehicles. Fully armed, their assault rifles loaded with ultraviolet bullets were all aimed at Deacon, who was trapped in the hangar.

Deacon gripped Blade's throat while watching the heavily armed sentry SWAT officers appear at the hangar entrance.

"Deacon Frost!"

Brown stepped out from the back, looked at Deacon in the hangar, and said expressionlessly, "You're under arrest."

Dickon smiled.

"Ha ha."

Dickon narrowed his eyes, looking at Brown, then his gaze swept past Brown and landed in the shadows behind him: "Mr. Locke Underwood, it's you, isn't it?"

Locke walked out from behind with a smile and stood next to Brown, greeting Dickon, whose face was full of a sinister smile.

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Frost."

"I thought we had reached an agreement."

"Yes."

Locke nodded with a very honest expression: "However, when I left just now, I thought about it and realized something important."

Dickon squinted.

"Oh, what's so important?"

"Your absence is very important to me."

He wants the money.

He wanted his life too.

Again.

Children make choices; adults want it all.

As Locke finished speaking, Brown raised his hand and, under Deacon's gaze, suddenly swung his arm down.

"Fire!"

"Beep beep beep".

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

moment.

The dozen or so sentries standing in front of Brown and Locke pulled their triggers in unison.

No nonsense.

The main focus is on high efficiency.

It's getting late, I should finish my overtime work as soon as possible and go home to rest.

One ultraviolet bullet after another was fired, turning into a barrage of bullets that indiscriminately shot towards Deacon and Blade.

Dickon's eyes narrowed, and his figure moved like a phantom, directly holding the blade, disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

He is not afraid of ultraviolet rays, but he is still afraid of ultraviolet rays that penetrate his body.

"above."

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

"Left……"

"chug……"

"right!"

"sudden……"

Inside the abandoned hangar, Dickon dodged bullet after bullet with ghostly speed.

As for Blade, he had already discarded it after the first wave of attacks.

Because he really didn't dare to kill Blade.

But it wasn't because of tonight's script; after seeing Locke return, Dickon knew his script had been torn up.

He couldn't kill Blade because of something else.

and so……

He couldn't kill him, so he tried to escape with the blade, but the guy not only didn't cooperate, he almost disrupted his speed, so he had no choice but to abandon him.

"Damn it."

Deacon, moving like a phantom, leaped and darted through the hangar, quickly scanning his surroundings for a way out.

next second.

His gaze fell upon the light-transmitting opening above the hangar.

Dickon's eyes lit up, and like a gecko, he quickly moved along the wall towards the opening of light.

Locke's lips curled up slightly when he saw this.

"Debbie, explode!"

"clear."

"Bang!"

"what!"

Just as Dickon was about to approach the light-transmitting opening, the tiny surveillance camera, which was well hidden and almost blended into the color of the ceiling, suddenly exploded.

At the moment of the explosion, it seemed as if liquid was spraying out from the center of the explosion in all directions.

Dickon was fast, but he was still splashed with some of the liquid.

The colorless and odorless liquid splashed onto Dickon's effeminate face, instantly causing a chemical reaction similar to that of concentrated sulfuric acid.

Dickon screamed almost instinctively, covering his still somewhat handsome face.

"sulfuric acid?"

"No, holy water."

Locke's lips curled into a smile.

There are plenty of things that can control vampires.

So what if Deacon is an A-class vampire?

Even if Dickon were an A-class vampire, he would still have these weaknesses.

With a thud.

Deacon, clutching his cheek and screaming in agony, fell heavily to the ground. By the time he regained his footing and lowered his hands, his face was unrecognizable.

Dickon, who was originally quite handsome, now looked as if his face had been washed with concentrated sulfuric acid.

Not only was it full of potholes, but it was also emitting white smoke.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle".

Deacon stood there, letting one ultraviolet bullet after another pierce his body.

His eyes were completely bloodshot as he stared intently at Locke outside the hangar, who was maintaining a safe distance from him.

"You...you deserve to die!"

Dickon opened his mouth, and his voice, filled with anger and murderous intent, seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Locke sneered upon hearing this.

next second.

He looked at Deacon, who had his mouth agape, raised an eyebrow, and was just about to speak up when a scream that seemed to shake one's soul suddenly rang in his ears.

"ah!!!"

The sound came from Dickon's mouth and almost instantly burst out of the hangar, enveloping Brown, Locke, and the others.

The first sentry to be hit immediately fainted.

One, two, three.

Including Brown, who was standing next to Locke.

As far as Locke could see, everyone else was lying on the ground except for him.

Not only here, but even the sentry operations command center that maintains communication with the field.

Debbie and the others almost instinctively ripped off their communicators and tossed them aside.

"what!"

"hiss!"

"Fuck!"

Debbie and the others were shocked when they instinctively ripped off the communicator.

However, Debbie quickly realized what was happening.

"Shit."

"Boss."

Debbie's eyes widened. She quickly picked up the communicator she had just thrown away, logged back in, and seeing the completely distorted satellite imagery, immediately made an emergency call.

"Boss, boss, boss."

"..."