The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

"Knock knock!"

"..."

There was a knock on the apartment door.

Natasha, who had been sitting on the sofa watching Locke stand up after answering a phone call with suspicion, also stood up the moment the knock came at the door.

The moment Natasha stood up, the languid expression on her face vanished, and she transformed back into the top agent Black Widow.

click!

The sound of a pistol being chambered and the safety released rang out.

Natasha walked to Locke's side, her gaze falling on the apartment door that had been knocked on.

"Did you give your address to someone else?"

"no."

Locke shook his head.

These days, he hasn't gone back to his own apartment after get off work, but has been staying at Natasha's apartment in Manhattan.

It's because the Empress doesn't allow him to bring takeout home to eat.

Locke silently hung up the phone and gave Natasha a look.

Natasha understood.

Who is it?

"NYPD, please open the door, ma'am."

A voice came from outside the door, announcing itself.

Natasha turned to look at Locke.

Locke raised an eyebrow.

New York Police Department?

Why are they knocking on the door in the middle of the night?

Locke walked over to the bar, turned off the safety, put his sidearm behind him, and nodded to Natasha again.

who cares.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it.

"They're here!"

Natasha received the signal, said something to the outside, then put her weapon behind her and walked towards the door.

Just then.

Locke's now keen hearing picked up a faint noise coming from outside the door.

Locke moved in an instant, appearing behind Natasha and grabbing her arm to pull her back quickly.

next second.

"Bang!"

The door was instantly pierced by the shotgun, leaving a large hole.

"Thump!"

The damaged door was kicked open by the people outside in an instant.

"Bang!"

As Locke pulled Natasha backward, the bullet shot out from his gun, piercing the forehead of a male police officer in a NYPD uniform who had just kicked open the door.

"road!"

"Shit."

"shot."

The other two officers at the door saw their colleague, who had been shot in the forehead and fallen to the ground, cursed angrily, and immediately pointed their guns at Locke and Natasha inside the house and pulled the triggers.

Bang, bang, bang!

Boom, boom, boom!

In an instant.

Bullets whistled through the air, raining down on the spot where Locke and Natasha had just stood.

But it was all for naught.

Locke and Natasha quickly slipped into hiding behind the bar, out of sight of the doorway.

Upon seeing this, the two police officers at the door immediately stopped firing and quickly changed the magazines in their hands.

Just as one of the officers lowered his head...

Boom!

Natasha appeared in a flash, and in less than a tenth of a second, she aimed at one of the officers' chests and pulled the trigger.

"Bruce!"

"Fuck!"

The remaining officer quickly ducked against the wall, watching his colleague clutching his chest and collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath. He cursed towards the stairs, "Damn it, aren't you coming to help?"

The words fell.

Five more officers, also dressed in NYPD uniforms, quickly came up the stairs.

One of the officers, who had a scar on his right cheek, first looked at the officer who was lying on the ground, clutching his chest, breathing heavily, and whose eyes were filled with the will to survive.

Driven by a strong will to survive, the police officer struggled to open his mouth.

"save……"

"Bang!"

The scarred officer raised his gun expressionlessly, pulled the trigger, then took a fragmentation grenade from his pocket, released the safety pin, and threw it into the wide-open apartment.

Ding-dong!

The fragmentation grenade landed on the apartment floor and began rolling toward where Locke and Natasha were hiding.

Just then.

Locke instantly appeared behind the fragmentation grenade and then kicked it out.

The fragmentation grenade flew out of the door like a soccer ball.

The scarred police officer outside the door looked at this scene with astonishment and...panic on his face.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

boom!

The fragmentation grenade exploded the instant the apartment door was kicked open.

The scarred officer was the first to be hit and was blown away.

The officer who started it was riddled with holes by the flying shards.

Locke looked toward where Natasha was.

"Cover me."

"it is good."

The moment Natasha responded, she stepped out from behind the bar, guns in both hands, to cover Locke as he rushed towards the door.

After exiting the apartment building, Locke pointed his gun at the location of the stairs on the left, and seeing the four police officers getting up from the ground, he pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

The gunfire ceased, and the battle ended.

Natasha came out, her gaze sweeping over the police officers lying in front of the house and in the stairwell, before settling on the scarred officer whose uniform was torn to shreds by the aftershocks of the explosion, his body riddled with shards, and who was leaning against the wall, coughing up blood.

As the scarred officer watched Natasha emerge, his right hand instinctively rose.

"Bang!"

The scarred police officer, shot between the eyebrows, slammed his head against the wall behind him, then bowed his head heavily.

Natasha glanced at Locke, who was firing a gun beside her.

"Aren't you going to ask who sent them?"

"Need not."

Locke said something, then walked up to the scarred officer who had just turned into a corpse, hooked his right foot around the officer's head, and exposed his right ear.

Behind the scarred officer's right ear, there was a character that looked like a tadpole.

"Blood Servant Mark?"

Natasha noticed the mark and looked at Locke beside her: "You guessed it?"

Locke smiled and said, "I guess so."

He only thought of this after learning that Blade's lair had been attacked by vampires.

What a coincidence!

While the vampires were coming to Blade's door, the police were coming to his.

obviously.

The ambitious vampire Quen has begun to make his move.

After recruiting soldiers and eliminating dissidents, he finally had the time to prepare to kidnap Blade's Edge while sending these blood servants loyal to the vampire to eliminate him.

Tsk.

The plan is good, but it seems like we're underestimating him.

The reason Quinn sent a blood servant instead of a vampire was likely twofold: firstly, to lower Quinn's guard, and secondly, to reduce the impact of Quinn's death.

After all, being killed by a vampire and being killed by an ordinary person are two different things.

pity!

Quinn underestimated him, and he also underestimated Natasha.

Even if he didn't make a move, let alone these few Karamis, even if there were a dozen more, Natasha would probably kill them all without even breaking a sweat.

But it's understandable.

Having risen from slavery, neither his sources of intelligence nor his vision could compare to that of the deceased Dickon.

but……

Having a narrow perspective also has its advantages.

At least this scene won't take too long; it will be over soon.

……