The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

As the group leader spoke, he pointed to two still-warm corpses lying on the floor not far away.

Locke looked in the direction the Eighth Group Leader was pointing.

Two bodies lay in pools of blood on the ground, with clear wounds on their necks.

As soon as the team leader uttered those words, everyone in the forensic office finally realized what was happening.

Several agents who were close to the body suddenly sprang into action, as if rockets had been launched from their rear ends, and quickly distanced themselves from the corpse.

soon.

The area around the corpse suddenly became empty.

The sound of various pistols being cocked rang out.

Locke glanced around.

Good guy.

Almost everyone simultaneously drew their sidearms and aimed at the two corpses as if facing a formidable enemy.

After half an hour.

The poor forensic medicine student, trembling under the threat of countless gun barrels, found a rope and tied the two corpses tightly together.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and put down their weapons.

John, the injured team leader, waved to the forensic apprentice who had miraculously survived, asking him to continue bandaging her wounds.

but……

The forensic apprentice glared at the sixth team leader, then left the forensic office without looking back.

This lousy job, whoever wants it can have it.

I'm quitting.

John looked at the forensic apprentice who didn't turn around, opened his mouth, and then looked at the eighth team leader beside him.

"Eighth Brother..."

"Those bitten to death will come back to life."

Just as John was about to ask the Eighth Team Leader to help bandage his arm, Locke spoke up quietly, looking at John's injured right arm: "I wonder if the injured one will also turn into a vampire."

"Um?"

The group leader was slightly taken aback. He looked at John in front of him, his gaze falling on John's half-bandaged arm, before quickly moving away.

John was stunned when he heard this.

He looked at Locke who had spoken, and after realizing what was happening, he was about to unleash a torrent of curses when he received the same treatment as the two corpses.

"Let me go."

"Damn it, let me go, I'm fine."

"Locke, I'm at 8 AM!"

"Shit, I'm fine..."

John, who was tied up with ropes by the Eighth and Seventh Group Leaders, started cursing at everyone, including Locke.

Meanwhile, two agents from Group Six, who were also bound by ropes, sat motionless with deathly pale faces.

The crowd ignored John's tirade.

What a joke.

If you get injured and become infected with vampires, then releasing you would put us all in danger.

So after discussing it for a while, everyone left the forensic office and locked the door from the outside with an iron chain.

"This should be safe."

"have no idea."

"Why don't we just kill him?"

"Um!"

"Um?"

Everyone turned to look at the third group leader who had made the suggestion.

Locke also looked at the third team leader, who was being stared at by everyone.

He wanted to agree, but after thinking it over, he decided not to be the first to speak out.

The third team leader felt a little hot under everyone's gaze, and chuckled dryly twice: "Just kidding, just kidding. John is my dearest friend and family member, how could I possibly want him dead?"

Everyone stared blankly at the third group leader.

Beloved family and friends?

Why can't I believe it?

However, despite their disbelief, no one pursued the matter further. Instead, they tacitly averted their gaze and looked once more through the glass at John, the sixth team leader, who was still shouting at them from his chair.

"Damn it!"

"You can tie me up, but could you please not put these two corpses with us?"

"I work from 8 AM!"

"..."

After a moment of silence, the group leader of the eighth team turned and left first, as if a switch had been flipped, and one after another they chose to leave.

Locke yawned and followed the others, turning to leave.

Just then.

Debbie, who was walking behind, took out her vibrating phone, glanced at it, narrowed her eyes, and quickly caught up with Locke.

"Boss, the blade has moved."

"where."

"New Amsterdam Hospital"

"Walk."

Locke didn't hesitate and spoke directly.

There had been no movement from Blade for days, and he even suspected that Blade might have died from his injuries.

I don't know why.

He had just heard from Debbie that Blade had finally moved, and while he felt a sense of relief, he was also quite excited.

"Why would he go to the hospital in broad daylight?"

"We are waiting for satellite image transmission."

Debbie, who was already in the car, looked at the screen on the tablet that was waiting to be transferred and said.

In order for this show to proceed smoothly, the bureau granted the show's director, Locke, the authority to mobilize the Sentinel satellites 24 hours a day.

soon.

Live footage from the Sentinel satellite is now available.

On the tablet screen, Blade is driving his classic old car to the New Amsterdam Hospital.

Jack, sitting in the back seat, seemed to remember.

"By the way, boss, Brown and the three injured Secret Service agents seem to be receiving treatment at the New Amsterdam Hospital."

"Boss, Blade didn't think you were also at New Amsterdam Hospital, so he went to find you, did he?"

After all, only those within the department knew that Locke and Brown had parted ways.

Blade?

Even if Blade had been staying home recovering from his injuries these past few days, he wouldn't know about this even if he were out, and Locke would be even less likely to tell him.

Being betrayed is not a glorious thing.

Thinking of this, Locke recalled how his father, who was far away in Washington, D.C., had called him a few days ago to tease him about the matter.

The unbridled laughter nearly made Locke's mouth twist in anger.

However, old Underwood didn't mock him for long. After laughing at him, he simply told him to be more discerning next time.

After all, as a high-ranking party whip, he couldn't afford to have a son who was betrayed time and time again.

Locke wanted to explain that Brown was merely a useful weapon in his definition, a friend, but definitely not a subordinate, so there was no question of betrayal.

This is why he didn't react much after Brown said he was leaving to work for Group Six with John.

It's just a weapon; if you lose it, you lose it. You can just get a new one.

But after thinking about it, he gave up.

Explanation is just a cover-up, and a cover-up is a sign of a guilty conscience.

This is what old Underwood taught him when he was young.

Never make excuses for things that are not true.

After half an hour.

Just ten minutes after Blade Runner arrived at the New Amsterdam Hospital, Locke arrived at the hospital.

get off.

Which floor?

"Intensive Care Unit..."

As Debbie got out of the car, she turned her head and said something. Suddenly, a loud bang came from above.

Locke looked up.

……