The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

After half an hour.

The door to the safe house opened.

Quen, who had lost his right arm and had a broken right leg, appeared at the door, carefully walked out of the room, and then turned to look into the safe house.

inside the house.

Locke stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Quinn as he walked to the door, a warm and encouraging smile on his face.

Jack, standing to the side, crossed his arms, looking like a cold, imposing mountain.

"Gulp."

When Quinn saw Jack, he subconsciously swallowed, then looked at Locke and said, "Sir, I'm really leaving."

Locke smiled warmly: "Yes, let's go."

I don't know why.

Quinn felt a chill run down his spine looking at Locke's smile.

"I really..."

"roll!"

"Okay."

Kun immediately shut up and ran out without looking back. In less than three breaths, he had disappeared from sight.

You couldn't tell at all that his right leg had been broken.

"hehe."

Locke looked at Quinn running out, who didn't look like he had a broken bone at all, sneered, and shook his head: "He's really good at pretending."

Jack took a few steps forward, closed the security door again, and looked at Locke with some curiosity after hearing his words.

"Boss, you knew he was faking it, yet you still let him go?"

"Times have changed."

The past is the past, the present is the present.

Locke had no intention of sparing Quinn's life before tonight.

He originally planned to find out what tricks Deacon was playing from Quinn, and then eliminate Quinn directly.

After all, even if you have very few Extraordinary Points, they are still Extraordinary Points.

But after Quinn mentioned Deacon's Blood God Project, he changed his mind.

After Locke and Jack sat down again on the sofa in the safe house, Locke said thoughtfully to Jack, "This Quinn is not only smart, but also quite ambitious."

Jack frowned: "I can see the intelligence, but ambition..."

He didn't seem to notice.

Locke laughed and said, "Did you look closely at the way Quinn was looking at the ring?"

Jack thought for a moment.

"I didn't notice."

"I'm aware of that."

Locke chuckled and said, "When Quinn saw Dickon's ring, besides shock and disbelief, he was also filled with greed."

Greed is the root of ambition.

Jack nodded, seemingly understanding.

next second.

He looked at Locke with some suspicion.

"Boss, since he's ambitious, why are you keeping him around?"

"Because I want him to summon the Blood God."

"...Blood God?"

"That's right."

Locke nodded.

That's why he changed his mind and let Quinn leave.

Jack looked at the smiling expression on Locke's face and couldn't help but scratch his head.

He felt a slight itch on his head, as if something was about to grow out.

"Boss, this Blood God doesn't seem like a good thing."

"not understand?"

"not understand."

Jack shook his head, completely baffled by his boss's intentions.

Locke's lips curled into a smile.

"Without the Blood God, how can New York City be in chaos? If New York City isn't in chaos, how can the department expand its power? If the department doesn't expand its power, how can your boss, me, advance? If your boss doesn't advance, how can you and Debbie advance?"

"Well……"

Jack blinked and looked at Locke, his eyes clear and untainted by anything dirty.

"Boss, I think things are pretty good as they are."

"...Useless."

Locke was taken aback by Jack's words. He took a deep breath, gave Jack a comment, and then shook his head, saying, "Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. It's getting late, let's go back."

Jack said "Oh," and was about to get up from the sofa when he suddenly seemed to remember something and scratched his head.

"Boss, I have another question."

"explain."

"Do you really think Quen will summon the Blood God as you think?"

"Unless he runs away overnight, or I'm really mistaken, he has no ambition at all."

Dickon is dead.

But Blade is still alive.

And Quinn is still alive.

Currently, there is probably no vampire in New York City who can stand up to Blade.

The thirteen pureblood vampires that Dickon fed with verbena were even weaker than C-class vampires.

and so……

There were no routes left for Quinn to choose from.

Once Blade recovers, he will definitely continue hunting vampires.

This time, however, no vampire could stop Blade.

Thirteen pureblood vampires would be acceptable.

But once these thirteen pure-blooded vampires make their move, they will definitely discover their own problems.

This was bad news for the ambitious Quinn.

If Quinn is truly ambitious.

"Boss, I have another question."

"hiss!"

Locke snapped out of his daze, looked at Jack, and burst out laughing.

"How many questions do you still have?"

"The last one, really."

"……explain."

"that……"

Jack opened his mouth, looked at Locke, and asked cautiously, "Boss, how do you know that Quinn summoned the Blood God to deal with Blade? What if this guy summons the Blood God to deal with us?"

Upon hearing this, Locke looked at Jack expressionlessly.

Jack blinked.

"What's wrong, boss? Did I say something wrong?"

"no."

Locke smiled and shook his head: "Jack, if Debbie ever calls you stupid again, I'll be the first to object."

Jack's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Locke's expression was serious. He grunted in agreement, then patted Jack on the shoulder: "Well then, since you're so worried, go out now, find that Blood God who hasn't been born yet, and just chop him up with one stroke."

Jack froze, staring at Locke's serious face, his right finger unconsciously pointing at himself.

"Oh, me?"

"Okay, go ahead."

"Can……"

"What a load of crap."

Locke gave Jack a light kick in the butt and said irritably, "If you can think of it, do you think I wouldn't? I'm not worried, so why are you worried? If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up."

Where is this place?

New York City.

Even if this Blood God wants to destroy the world, so what?

He refused to believe that the great Sorcerer Supreme, who considered Earth his private domain, would simply stand by and watch all of this happen.

As for worrying that the Blood God will come looking for trouble?

Oh.

Can't I just run away?

Locke thought to himself, too lazy to talk to Jack anymore, and left the safe house, got into his car, started the engine, and drove towards his rented apartment.

after awhile.

He stopped at a pharmacy 200 meters from his home, thought for a moment, bought a bottle of something to liven things up, and then got back into the car.

Just then.

"Ding! 』

Kill successful.

Gained Extraordinary Points: 5

Current Extraordinary Points: 241

"Um?"

"Blade's, or Quinn's?"

"..."