The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Brown's betrayal was just a minor incident for Locke.

It wasn't even a minor incident.

Because this incident did not cause any disturbance to Locke, the group's work was not affected in any way.

After all, their main job right now is still dealing with vampires.

This is the most important thing.

Not only are Washington officials concerned, but Locke himself is also very concerned.

After dropping off his wife Esme, who had been staying for three days, at Kennedy International Airport, Locke returned to the Sentinel Service without stopping.

The office is still the same office.

It just seemed a bit quieter when Brown's Secret Service team was still around.

"Boss."

"Boss."

When Jack and Debbie saw Locke enter, they got up from their seats and walked towards him.

Locke glanced at the office area where the Brown Special Operations Team used to be located: "Is everything moved out?"

He has been at home these past two days helping his wife with their baby.

After all, he's not young anymore.

The most important point is early detection and early treatment.

After all, he now has a "vampire attribute". Although there are no side effects, what if it still affects his sperm?

Of course.

Another reason was that he was afraid that if he saw Brown when Brown and his group moved, he wouldn't be able to control himself and would slap that damned traitor to death.

Damn it, I was going to help you make some extra money, and you're telling me you still prefer killing mutants?

Nonsence.

In the past two years, if Brown hadn't been with him, he would have been targeted by the Mutant Freedom Alliance long ago.

Damn it!

If you get chopped up by the mutants from the Mutant Freedom Alliance, don't expect me to come and save you.

Locke blocked Brown's contact information that very night.

"It's all gone."

"Oh, right."

Jack ran to his desk, found a letter, and handed it to Locke.

Locke looked at the letter in Jack's hand.

"What is this?"

"Brown told me to hand it in..."

"Sizzle!"

Before Jack could finish speaking, Locke grabbed the letter, tore it to shreds without even looking at it, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

"boring."

"Are you bored? If you are, go outside and keep watch."

Jack stared at the shredded pieces of paper in the trash can, opened his mouth, and then looked at Debbie beside him.

Debbie rolled her eyes at Jack.

Fool.

Just then, Natasha walked in from outside.

She came to ask about the progress.

After all, three days have passed, and there seems to be no movement from the vampires.

"you……"

Natasha, who had just walked in and was about to greet them, suddenly sensed that something was off. She walked over to Locke, looked at him, then at Jack and Debbie, and finally fixed her gaze on Jack.

"What's wrong, Jack?"

"I... Ouch!"

Just as Jack was about to speak, he instinctively clutched his right foot and jumped up on the spot.

After kicking Jack, Debbie laughed and said, "It's okay, this guy makes the boss angry every few days."

Natasha nodded suspiciously, looked at Locke, and then said, "By the way, you and Brown had a falling out?"

Debbie was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Jack hugged his knees and looked at Natasha as well.

Locke raised an eyebrow and looked at Natasha: "How did you know?"

Natasha shrugged and said, "I ran into him at the puzzle bar yesterday. I asked him why he wasn't there, and he just smiled without saying anything. He looked like he was reluctant."

Speaking of it.

Natasha noticed Debbie and Jack's expressions, blinked, and lowered her voice.

"Did they really have a fight?"

"Don't mention that traitor."

Locke, not wanting to dwell on the matter, made the final decision and said to Natasha, "Let's go to the operations command center."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Natasha watched Locke's departing figure, then turned to look at Debbie and Jack.

Debbie shook her head.

Natasha looked thoughtful, then turned around and caught up with Locke, who was almost out of the store.

"Is Esme away on another business trip?"

"Um."

"Want to come over for a drink tonight?"

"OK."

Locke glanced at Natasha and responded with a smile.

Natasha is not a suitable marriage partner.

This is beyond doubt and undeniable.

But Natasha is absolutely the perfect lover.

Operations command center.

The large screen was now divided into two sections: the left side showed Blade's lair, while the right side showed the vampire's lair.

During the two days Locke spent at home with Esme, sentries from the operations command center monitored both locations 24 hours a day.

Furthermore, there are also Sentinel Special Operations agents near the lair of Blade and the vampires, keeping a 24-hour watch.

"Sir."

After Locke entered, a sentry stood up and handed him the surveillance logbook from the past twenty-four hours.

Locke took it and looked through it.

At Blade's lair, there was no disturbance, except for the entry and exit record of an old man with white hair.

As for Blade, he seems to still be recovering from his injuries.

On the other hand, the vampire's lair saw a lot of people coming and going throughout the day.

Are people entering and exiting the blood products building undergoing facial recognition?

"It's all done."

Debbie chimed in, "These past two days, especially in the early hours of the morning, there have been many suspicious people entering and leaving this building. However, most of them are listed as homeless in the system."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Debbie stepped forward and split the screen into a third smaller screen, displaying the images of several suspicious individuals.

"I checked these people carefully, and they all had spending tens of thousands of yuan in the past few days."

"Is Quinn recruiting?"

"Most likely."

Debbie nodded, then removed the images of the people and displayed several internal documents from the New York Police Department on the screen.

"This is……"

"The NYPD's call logs over the past two days."

Debbie explained, "Over the past two days, various precincts of the New York Police Department have received calls from all over the country reporting fighting sounds, but when they arrived, they found no bodies except... ashes at the scene, in addition to evidence of a struggle."

"This is erasing any trace of Dickon's existence."

"That's what we think too."

Locke stroked his chin, looking at the vampire building displayed on the right side of the large screen.

Recruiting soldiers and buying horses.

Eliminate dissidents.

He was right; this Quinn was indeed an ambitious vampire.

Locke thought to himself, then looked at Natasha: "As you can see, the good guys are still healing, and the bad guys are still consolidating their territory. The big show we're looking for will probably have to wait a while longer."

Natasha was just about to nod.

A ding-dong sound.

Debbie took out her phone, looked at the pop-up message, and quickly looked up at Locke.

"Boss, Aize is dead."

"..."