The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 54 The Show Begins

"...Aize?"

"Aize Morton, a member of the Brown Special Operations Team."

"oh."

After realizing what was happening, Locke said in a completely calm tone, "It was a mutant who killed him, wasn't it?"

Have a look.

What he said before.

Does Brown really think that he's lucky that he hasn't been targeted by mutants for the past two years because he's been following him around killing mutants?

It's because he has a knack for choosing monsters.

The mutants he recruited, if any member of the Mutant Freedom Alliance had even a shred of decency, would not have chosen to avenge these scumbags.

Brown, however, attributed Locke's strength to good luck and ran off to join Group Six without looking back.

How is the result?

They've been targeted by mutants from the Mutant Freedom Alliance.

Live it!

Although Locke wouldn't actually go and slap Brown to death, that didn't stop him from watching the spectacle with a cold eye.

but……

Debbie shook her head.

"It wasn't done by mutants."

"No……"

"It looks like it was done by a vampire."

As Debbie spoke, she walked up to Locke and handed him her phone.

After Locke took the phone, Natasha, who was standing next to him, also came over and looked at the photo of the corpse displayed on the phone screen.

In the photo, Aize Morton looks deathly pale, as if all the blood in his body has been drained.

A fang bite mark was clearly visible on the neck of Azer Morton's corpse.

Locke looked at the photo on the body, then handed the phone back to Debbie.

"understood."

"..."

Seeing Locke's expression, Debbie swallowed her words about whether or not to go to the scene to take a look.

Natasha had no concerns whatsoever.

She wasn't Locke's subordinate, but his partner.

"Surprised?"

"At this time?"

Locke looked at Natasha and shook her head, saying, "Unlikely."

At this point, Azer could be shot or killed by a mutant; both could be considered accidents.

But being killed by a vampire cannot be called an accident.

The timing is too coincidental.

Locke thought for a moment, then walked towards the entrance of the operations command center: "Let's go take a look at the scene."

To determine whether this was an accident or a targeted attack, we need to go to the scene.

Aize Morton's apartment is also not in Manhattan, but not in Brooklyn either, but in Queens.

When they arrived at the scene, the people from Group Six and Brown's special agents were still there.

Brown's eyes were slightly red as he looked at Locke getting out of the car and opened his mouth.

"Luo..."

"Excuse me, thank you."

Locke ignored Brown, walked straight past him into the apartment, and saw the corpse lying on the ground, its eyes wide open, its body deathly pale and lifeless.

Debbie also ignored Brown's greeting.

But just as she was about to pass Brown, she grabbed Jack, who seemed to feel bad about not saying hello.

"Debbie, wait a minute..."

"Shut up, don't talk to traitors."

"..."

Natasha, who was following behind, twitched the corner of her mouth, glanced at Brown, and nodded without saying anything before entering the apartment.

Locke crouched down beside the corpse and examined the wound on its neck.

I've confirmed the wound; it was the vampire who did it.

and……

The room still retained the distinctive stench of vampires.

Locke got up from the floor, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the apartment again, his gaze falling on a special agents member next to Brown.

"When did this happen?"

"..."

The special agents who were called out looked at Locke, then their gaze fell on their team leader, Brown.

Seeing this, Locke scoffed and prepared to leave.

If you don't want to talk, then forget it!

If he hadn't wanted to confirm whether it was an accident, he wouldn't have bothered coming here.

After all, a traitor's subordinates are traitors too.

Brown watched as Locke turned and walked away, as if he had made up his mind. Just as he was about to call out to him, someone patted him on the shoulder.

John, dressed in a white T-shirt and trousers, appeared beside Brown, then looked at Locke coming down the stairs, seemingly speaking to either Brown or Locke.

"Why call him? Without your help, who can he kill?"

"..."

Locke stopped, turned around, and looked at John expressionlessly.

John chuckled upon seeing this.

As soon as he opens his mouth, he's ready to spew feces again.

next second.

"Thump!"

"boom!"

John was sent flying backward and crashed into the wall behind him. With a "plop," he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Team leader."

"Fuck, team leader, what are you doing?"

"OMG Fuck!"

"Put the gun down!"

"I'm warning you, put your guns down."

The moment John was sent flying backward, the members of Team Six saw this and exclaimed in surprise, instinctively drawing their sidearms and aiming them at Locke.

Debbie and Jack instantly drew their sidearms and roared at the Sixth Group members who were pointing their guns.

The scene was tense and seemed on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Locke squinted at the Sixth Group members who had drawn their guns and were pointing them at him, then his gaze fell on Brown, a Secret Service member who was also holding a pistol but standing still, unsure whether to point his gun at him or at John.

It's alright, at least they have some conscience.

pity!

Your boss is heartless.

Locke shook his head inwardly, then looked at John, who was getting up from the ground, clutching his stomach and staring at him with a cold gaze.

After John got up, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and then spit out a mouthful of saliva to the side.

"Put the gun down."

"Team leader!"

"Group……"

"Draw your gun and put it down."

John yelled at his team members, "Didn't you hear me?"

The six members of Group Six were jolted by John's roar and instinctively lowered their guns.

Seeing this, Debbie gave Jack a look and lowered her sidearm.