The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

As Locke walked out of the warehouse behind him and back into his car, a strange sense of guilt suddenly welled up inside him.

He took out cigarettes, tossed one to Jack, and then, with a flick of his right hand, took a cigarette into his mouth.

Jack's lighter just happened to be coming up.

Locke lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then blew smoke rings toward the window.

"call!"

"Damn it!"

Locke shook his head speechlessly and said to Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "This damn guilt."

really.

Old Underwood is right, he has absolutely no talent for being a politician.

He wasn't ruthless enough.

Before he spoke to Blade, Locke felt no guilt whatsoever about making Blade a scapegoat.

He's just a nobody; it's an honor for him to be made the scapegoat.

This was Locke's initial idea.

But what did Blade just say?

Those clear, seemingly foolish eyes looked at him, and then he said in a deep voice, "No matter who you are or what you want to do, as long as you kill vampires, then I can kill Dickon."

A sense of guilt for deceiving a fool instantly arose within me.

Hey!

"I knew I shouldn't have come."

"Well……"

Jack hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly, "Boss, we're trying to pin the blame on S.H.I.E.L.D., not on Blade, are we?"

Locke turned to look at Jack with a swift movement.

Jack felt Locke's burning gaze and couldn't help but swallow hard: "SHIELD is blaming Blades, that's SHIELD's business, it has nothing to do with us."

Locke's eyes lit up.

That's right.

His plan has always been to make S.H.I.E.L.D. take the blame, since all supernatural beings other than mutants fall under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s jurisdiction.

If we say Blade is being blamed, then S.H.I.E.L.D. pushed Blade out as a temporary worker to take the blame.

What does it have to do with the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau and Locke?

After figuring this out, Locke blinked.

"Then why did I feel guilty just now?"

"Well……"

Jack thought for a moment, then looked at Locke and said cautiously, "Because you are kind?"

Locke laughed heartily.

Correct.

That's right.

Because he is kind!

Wasn't it because he was too kind that old Underwood said he wasn't suited to be a politician when he was young?

Locke recalled scenes from his childhood, shook his head with a smile, glanced at the warehouse behind him in the rearview mirror, started the car without stopping, and left Blade's lair.

Through the surveillance footage, the elderly white man, Abraham Whistler, who had seen Locke leave, turned to Blade, who was already practicing on the horizontal bar: "They're gone."

Blade, who was frantically pulling on the horizontal bar, trying to get himself back to peak condition in the shortest amount of time, grunted but didn't reply.

Abraham Whistler looked at Blade with a hint of concern in his eyes: "You've just recovered, take a rest."

After all, he raised this kid.

You only love your own child.

Abraham Whistler said in a deep voice, "That Locke Underwood, he comes from a political family, don't believe anything he says."

Politicians' words are lies.

Born into a political family, not a single word he says can be trusted.

Blade took the towel Abraham Whistler handed him and wiped the sweat off his body.

"I know."

"You don't know, he's planning to make you take the blame. With Deacon dead, the vampires in New York City are in chaos."

"Haven't we always wanted to kill Deacon?"

Blade looked at Abraham Whistler, whose expression was somewhat anxious, and asked curiously, "Now that Dickon is dead, isn't this a good thing?"

Abraham Whistler's brow twitched.

"This is different; the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau is clearly trying to profit from this."

"That's none of our business."

Blade grinned at Abraham Whistler, revealing his white teeth: "Profit it is, as long as they kill vampires. As for making me take the blame, we can leave once the vampires in New York City are dealt with, right?"

He doesn't have many days left.

He continuously slashed vampires, sustained injuries, and received injections of anti-vampire virus serum.

Especially after this injury.

Blade could sense that the anti-vampire virus serum was becoming less and less effective against him.

Perhaps it will be the next time he gets injured, or the time after that, that he will completely transform into a vampire due to the serum becoming ineffective.

He wasn't afraid of becoming a vampire himself; he was only afraid that after becoming a vampire, he wouldn't be able to kill all the vampires.

and so……

So what if he takes the blame? If taking the blame can make the vampires in New York City disappear, he'll be happy, not sad.

Moreover, if the vampires disappear, he can use the remaining time to do things he truly enjoys and wants to do.

For example, taking care of Abraham Whistler in his old age and seeing him off in his final days.

As Abraham Whistler listened to Blade's words and looked at the expression on Blade's face, he felt like he wanted to speak, but couldn't say anything at all.

no way.

Since Blade has already said that, what else can he say? What else can he say?

Whistler was silent for a moment, then sighed and changed the subject to the Black woman still resting on the single bed: "Why did you bring her back?"

Blade shook his head and looked at the black girl lying on the bed not far away.

"have no idea."

"what?"

"I don't know why I brought her back."

"..."

Whistler fell silent once again.

He looked at the blade, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Blade, seeing this, asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Whistler's gaze shifted over Blade, and finally his expression turned slightly gratified.

"The child is grown up."

"..."

Blade frowned, looking at Whistler who had suddenly become inexplicable, and began to wonder if Whistler had also been bitten by a vampire.

Just as he was preparing to thoroughly examine Whistler.

Not far away, the black woman lying on the bed groaned, then slowly woke up and opened her eyes.

at the same time.

When Locke returned to Sentinel Service, Debbie had already returned from New Amster Hospital.

He also learned from Debbie what happened after Blade went to the hospital.

The experience was the same as what I had in the forensic office downstairs.

Three special police officers who were bitten by vampires and were sent to New Amsterdam Hospital for treatment were transformed into vampires on the operating table.

Several medical staff members were bitten to death or injured.

The black woman rescued by Blade was one of the medical staff.

"By the way, boss."

"When I returned, the hospital was already surrounded by reporters."

"This has really blown up."

"..."