The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Locke had originally considered asking Quinn to speed up the process.

After all, he let Quinn leave because Quinn mentioned the Blood God, and he guessed that with Quinn's ambition, even if Deacon died, he would find a way to revive the Blood God.

Blood God is a big boss.

It's definitely worth a lot of extraordinary points.

Another reason is that letting Quen leave will better incite the vampires in New York City to riot.

The vampires are currently in revolt, but Quen's resurrection of the Blood God remains stagnant.

Locke was still thinking to himself that Quinn was probably scared.

But now he doesn't think that way anymore.

The resurrection of Blood God requires Blade Warriors, and tonight Blade Warriors were attacked, which means that Quen's resurrection of Blood God is already on its way.

and so……

This drama is nearing its end.

Just then.

The alarm rang outside the apartment building.

Natasha looked up in the direction the voice came from, then looked back at Locke: "You should go."

Locke turned his gaze from the scarred police officer's corpse to Natasha.

"Um?"

You got married.

Natasha reminded her.

In the dead of night, a senior Sentinel Special Operations agent who was already married was not at home, but instead appeared at the home of a strange woman.

If this gets out, it'll definitely make headlines.

Locke smiled and shook his head.

"Need not."

"Can……"

"This is New York City, I know it better than you do."

"...Okay, then go change your clothes first."

Seeing Locke's resolute attitude, Natasha said nothing more, but pointed to the clothes Locke was wearing.

Locke looked down at the pajamas Natasha had bought for him these past few nights because he had been staying there.

"OK."

"I'm going to change my clothes first. When they come up, remember to use the Sentinel Special Service ID, not yours. Few of the lower-level law enforcement officers recognize that thing."

Locke thought it wasn't appropriate to meet people in his pajamas, nodded, then told Natasha what he was doing before turning and going into the apartment.

Natasha rolled her eyes as she listened to Locke's reminder and looked at him, who had already entered the bedroom.

They're a secret agency, SHIELD. If every law enforcement officer knew them, could they still be called a secret agency?

soon.

When Locke finished changing his clothes in the bedroom and came out, the New York Police Department officers were already waiting at the door.

It was an acquaintance who came.

Locke raised an eyebrow at Detective George Stacy, who was standing at the door examining Natasha's identification.

After Natasha saw Locke come out, she gave George Stacy a wink.

"Hey, he's out."

"..."

George Stacy followed Natasha's gaze and was slightly taken aback when his eyes fell on Locke, who was wearing a suit and tie.

Locke walked out with a calm expression and extended his right hand to George Stacy.

"Detective Stacy, we meet again."

"Agent Underwood".

George snapped out of his daze, shook hands with Locke, and handed him the documents. He then glanced at Natasha beside him and said, "I almost thought these documents were fake."

Locke laughed and didn't say a word about why.

There's no need for that.

Just then, a police officer walked up to George: "Detective, we've checked, and they are indeed our people, but not from our 12th Precinct, but from several precincts in Brooklyn."

George frowned.

"Brooklyn police officers? What are they doing here?"

"have no idea."

The young police officer shook his head.

Locke smiled and said, "George, I might be able to answer that question."

talking.

He gestured to George, inviting him inside: "Since you're already here, come in and have a drink to warm up."

George glanced at the officers' bodies on the ground, then nodded.

"it is good."

"please."

Locke smiled and invited George into the apartment: "Sorry, it's a bit messy."

George looked at the large hole in the door, ripped open by the shotgun, and the shards embedded in the wall, and forced a smile: "It's nothing."

Natasha followed him in, took a bottle of bourbon and two glasses from the bar, and handed them to Locke.

After Locke opened the bottle, he poured George a glass of wine, and then poured one for himself.

The two clinked glasses.

Locke downed his bourbon in one gulp, as did George. Then, after putting down his glass, George slowly began to speak.

"George, you know what happened at the New Amsterdam Hospital today, right?"

"I know, they say a vampire has appeared."

When he said that, George instinctively didn't quite believe it.

But the media and his colleagues around him were telling the story in great detail, so he just sounded a little skeptical.

Locke laughed and said, "That's right, they are vampires, and those police officers outside are their blood servants."

George looked at Locke suspiciously as he heard this.

Locke shrugged: "If you don't believe me, you can go and see if that scarred police officer has a tattoo behind his right ear. There should be similar tattoos on the other corpses as well."

George frowned as he listened to his words, then got up and walked towards the door.

after awhile.

George walked in with a somewhat grim expression.

"What happened?"

"They're just a bunch of vampire-worshipping bastards trying to become vampires themselves by working for them like slaves."

As Locke spoke, he poured another glass of bourbon into George's glass.

He did not hide it from George.

Locke was thinking that George might be a good teammate for him.

There are many vampires in New York City.

In a word.

You can't kill all the vampires.

Just as he killed Deacon and then Quen appeared, even if he killed Quen again, Quenlin might still appear.

But just because you can't kill them all doesn't mean you can ignore them.

If the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau wants to expand its power through vampires, then the existence of vampires must be exposed to the light of day.

Just like the mutants at the beginning, they were also secretive, and it was not until the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau was established that the existence of mutants was publicly acknowledged.

So at that time, vampires, like mutants, will become like rats in the gutter, hiding everywhere.

But vampires are different from mutants in one way.

Vampires have so-called blood servants hidden in various law enforcement agencies and even various industries.

These blood servants provide vampires with money and information.

Even the Sentinel Service has found over a dozen Blood Servants, not to mention the New York Police Department.

There are probably even more blood servants inside the New York Police Department.

If I had a teammate, it would be much easier.

and so……

After speaking, Locke smiled and extended his right hand to George again, extending a team invitation: "George, interested in joining forces to wipe out these disgusting creatures trying to destroy humanity?"

George looked at Locke's outstretched right hand, thought for a moment, and then grasped Locke's right hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

"..."