The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Just as people only realize that the rise in sea levels a few years ago was a signal when the end of the world is approaching.

The death of Aize Morton is also a signal.

His death was not the end, but the beginning.

A chaotic beginning.

Five days later.

A second victim has emerged.

He was still a member of Brown's Secret Service team.

However, he did not die at home; he was found in the restroom of a bar.

He died in the same manner as Aize Morton.

Her skin was snow-white, without a trace of blood; all the blood in her body had been drained.

Not a single drop was left.

Such a status.

Such a way of dying.

The discovery was made in the restroom of a lively bar.

As expected, in less than half an hour, photos of the special operations team member's death circulated on the internet.

Suddenly, news about vampires in New York City topped the city's trending search list.

This is not counting.

When Brown received the news, he led his team to the bar to collect the body, but they were attacked again on their way back.

This attack was even filmed by witnesses.

Even the image of a vampire being hit by an ultraviolet bullet and instantly burning up to ash was captured with incredible clarity.

During the day, the headlines of major newspapers in New York City were all about vampires.

A vampire has appeared in Manhattan?

"Sentinel Services vs. Vampires!"

"Oh God! Vampires!!"

The Sentinel Special Operations Service and the Brown Special Operations Group were thrust into the spotlight.

This is not.

Early this morning, the area outside the Sentinel & Secret Service building was packed with reporters from major New York newspapers, trying to get the Sentinel & Secret Service to grant them interviews, and if possible, to give Brown a live interview.

However, all of this has absolutely nothing to do with Locke.

Locke was sitting in his office chair, searching for real estate information online, hoping to find a bargain.

As for the reporters outside, and Brown, who has suffered another setback, none of that is as important as him finding a place to live.

He was a traitor after all.

If Brown hadn't switched to Group Six and had stayed in Group One, Locke would definitely have been very angry.

Who knows, that night he might lead Brown to storm Vampire Mansion and avenge the fallen Secret Service agents.

at the moment?

revenge?

It wasn't one of my people who died.

What a load of rubbish!

Just as he was engrossed in browsing Manhattan's most-viewed real estate website, Debbie burst in from outside.

Debbie looked somewhat frightened.

"Goodness, I feel like reporters from every newspaper in New York City are downstairs."

"No way."

Jack, who was sitting in his seat, was a little skeptical. He got up, walked to the window not far away, and peered down.

next second.

"God."

Jack stared wide-eyed at the huge crowd below and exclaimed, "There weren't this many people half an hour ago!"

Debbie pouted, ignored Jack, and quickly walked up to Locke: "Boss, have you found out?"

Locke turned his gaze away from the $30 million mansion on the screen and looked up at Debbie.

"Two people died and three were injured."

"Brown?"

Locke frowned and asked, "Is he dead?"

Debbie shook her head: "No, but I was injured too. I went to the hospital with the three injured people."

Upon hearing this, Locke's eyes remained unmoved as he refocused his gaze on the property information on the screen.

"That's good."

"..."

Seeing this, Debbie shrugged and walked back to her seat without saying anything more.

Locke then looked up at Debbie and Jack and said, "Don't forget, don't leave the building unless absolutely necessary during this time."

When vampires attack special agents, that's a crime.

But if vampires dared to attack the Sentinel Tower, that would be considered a rebellion.

Well known.

Crimes require evidence, but suppressing rebellions only requires coordinates.

Debbie's eyes lit up, and she patted her pocket: "Don't worry, boss, I always carry the holy water bomb with me."

Jack silently pulled two holy water bombs from his pocket.

Since Locke reminded them five days ago, the two of them simply settled down in the interrogation cell next door.

Forget about holy water bombs, both of them wore crosses around their necks that had been baptized by church pastors.

As for the pistol loaded with ultraviolet bullets, he never leaves it behind. When he sleeps, he keeps it by his bedside with the safety off, so that he can empty the magazine immediately in case of an attack.

Locke glanced at the holy water bombs the two were holding, raised his eyelids, and smirked, "Hmm, pretty good."

Debbie chuckled.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a red light flashed and a piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire space.

Locke instinctively looked up at the flashing alarm lights above him.

There's only one possibility for such an alarm light to appear.

Someone has broken into the building.

hiss!

Is Quinn playing this big game?

Locke thought to himself.

The moment the alarm lights appeared, Debbie's expression changed. She quickly walked to her computer and looked at Locke.

"Boss, the forensic office."

"Walk."

Locke snapped out of his daze, and without thinking twice, he got up from his seat, opened the drawer next to him, took out his sidearm, and quickly walked towards the door.

Debbie and Jack got up and followed.

However, just as Locke led Debbie and Jack out of the elevator, the alarm was lifted.

They arrived quickly, but someone else arrived even faster.

Locke walked into the medical examiner's office, greeted the other team leaders who had come to provide support, then glanced at the wounded SWAT officers before focusing his gaze on the two clumps of ashes on the ground.

Good guy.

He knew Quinn was ambitious, but he never imagined that Quinn's ambitions seemed too great.

This guy really dares to portray himself as a terrorist.

Locke turned his gaze away from the two clumps of ashes on the ground, then glanced at John, who was standing with a gloomy expression, letting the forensic apprentice bandage his wounds, before finally looking at the leader of Group Eight standing next to him.

"What happened?"

"The dead have risen from the dead."

Although Locke and the other group leaders didn't seem to care much, that didn't mean they wouldn't say anything.

Moreover, this is official business.

The leader of Group Eight, looking somewhat shaken, recounted the events to Locke.

It's very simple.

Last night, Brown's special operations team was attacked by vampires on their way back, and two more people died, right?

The two bodies were originally kept in the forensic office, and were to be taken away for cremation this afternoon.

But just now, the two corpses suddenly opened their eyes, as if they had come back to life, and started biting anyone they saw.

A forensic pathologist and a forensic pathologist apprentice were bitten to death.

The others realized what was happening and then pressed the alarm.

"Well, there are the bodies over there. I wonder if these two will come back to life."

"..."