The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

"Boss!"

"Boss?"

"Boss!"

"Shit, contact the emergency response team immediately."

"quick!"

After Debbie finished speaking, Locke heard hurried footsteps in his earpiece, and then there was no other sound.

Locke silently removed his headset and put it in his pocket, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Brown, who had fallen asleep beside him, and the sentry officers and special police officers who were also lying unconscious on the ground around him.

"So... this is the true power of an extraordinary vampire?"

"Truly impressive."

"It will take the emergency response team about twenty minutes to get here."

That's enough.

Locke put away his headset, slowly raised his head, and looked at Deacon not far away, whose face had been disfigured by the holy water, but whose expression had become completely insane.

Dickon, whose once handsome appearance was now completely ruined, stared at Locke, who was standing in place, with bloodshot eyes. He licked his lips with his bloodshot tongue in a frenzy, and his voice sounded as if his vocal cords had been damaged by sulfur.

"So you are a vampire after all, Locke Underwood!"

"……All right."

Locke met Dickon's relentless gaze without speaking. Instead, he looked past Dickon to Blade, who lay on the ground in the hangar, his life hanging in the balance. After a moment of silence, a smile appeared on his face as he looked at Dickon.

next second.

He sighed and then shrugged.

"Okay, you found out. Well, I won't pretend anymore. How about it, are you surprised?"

"Hehehe."

Dickon's laughter was just like that of the Grand Elder of the Soul Palace: "It is indeed a surprise that a senior agent of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau is actually a vampire."

Locke didn't speak, but just smiled modestly.

He didn't want this either.

If Steel Man hadn't gone missing, he wouldn't have had to clone himself into a vampire first.

Although becoming a vampire is very cost-effective.

However, he copied the lowest-level E-rank vampire back then. If you add the extraordinary points he spent upgrading from E-rank to the current A-rank range, then the cost-effectiveness is very low.

Yes, but very low.

But I'll say it again.

Copy it sooner, enjoy it sooner.

"I'm curious about something."

"What is it?"

Locke stared blankly at Deacon, who had stopped chuckling and was now asking him a question.

A hint of doubt flashed deep in Deacon's bloodshot eyes: "Who gave you the Embrace? I've been keeping those thirteen old geezers under surveillance for a long time."

Those thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders thought themselves superior and had no idea that he had secretly sidelined them all these years.

If it weren't for the fact that these thirteen old men, like Blade, still had a reason to exist, Dickon would have killed them all long ago.

However, the fact that he didn't take action doesn't mean he didn't keep those thirteen old geezers under surveillance.

These thirteen old geezers, let alone eating, could even know about Sykes and Dickon.

What time, what place, what position.

Clearly.

and so……

How did they manage to turn Locke into a vampire under such covert surveillance?

Dickon could hardly imagine it.

Could it be that those thirteen old geezers already knew he had rebellious intentions, and thus turned the tables on him?

That's impossible.

Those thirteen old things have long been corrupted by centuries of decadence and debauchery. They are said to be the pure-blooded vampires with the most noble bloodline, but their strength is not even comparable to that of a C-rank vampire, let alone an A-rank one.

Therefore, Deacon was very curious about who gave Locke the Embrace and turned him into a vampire.

Locke smiled slightly at Dickon's question.

"I want to know."

"Yes."

"If I said I'm not a vampire, would you believe me?"

"Tsk."

"There's nothing we can do about that."

Locke sighed as he looked at the mocking smile on Dickon's face, now reduced to ruins.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

So he was speaking human language.

Just because he possesses the vampire's advantages of "immortality" and "agelessness" while lacking the vampire's various disadvantages doesn't mean we should consider him a vampire.

Besides, he really didn't receive the Embrace from a vampire.

So he really isn't a vampire.

but……

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Locke thought for a moment, looked at Dickon, and said with a very sincere expression, "After all, I don't lie to the dead."

dead?

Deacon's heart skipped a beat. Looking at Locke's sincere face, a grotesque smile tugged at the corners of his festering mouth: "You, a vampire who just recently transformed?"

Locke smiled and shrugged.

"Give it a try."

"OK."

Dickon's狰狞 face was completely distorted, revealing a strange smile as he responded.

next second.

boom!

Dickon's figure vanished from his spot in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Locke.

His expression was distorted, and his voice sounded like that of the Grand Elder of the Soul Palace.

"die!"

"Oh."

Locke looked at Deacon, who had appeared before him in the blink of an eye, his smile vanished, and he gave a cold laugh before heading straight to meet him.

Just in time.

He directly cloned the vampire and, after spending so many extraordinary points to level up, wanted to have a real battle to test his strength.

After all, the extraordinary points you worked so hard to earn shouldn't be wasted.

We have to hear something.

Before, when he was with Brown and the others, even if he wanted to take action, he couldn't.

But now?

Dickon confused Brown, and even the microwaves generated by that scream just now caused the Sentinel satellite to lose its real-time signal from here.

What's this called?

Even if God commits a sin, one can still live.

Self-inflicted sin, do not live!

If you want to die, then I'll send you on your way!

"boom!"

"Bang!"

Locke was sent flying backward, his back slamming into the hangar wall, creating a human-shaped dent.

In an instant.

A cloud of dust rose.

Dickon's bizarre face twisted with excitement and bloodlust as he licked the blood from his fingers: "Mr. Underwood, the way extraordinary people fight is different from the way ordinary people fight. If you want to kill me, you're a hundred years too early."

How long has he been a vampire?

It's been at least ninety years, if not a hundred.

And what about Locke?

It hasn't even been a year yet.

This is as ridiculous as a baby less than a year old clamoring to kill the family patriarch.

With a loud bang.

Locke pulled himself out of the crater behind him and landed on the ground. After standing up again, he glanced down at the ripped wound on his chest, which was clearly visible to the naked eye.

but……

The wound is also healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this rate of recovery, the wound should be completely healed in about ten minutes.

I just don't know if it will leave a scar after it heals.

It's best not to keep it.

But if I could stay...

also.

Scars, you know.

These are men's medals of honor.

……