The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

When Locke drove back to the station, it was already past four in the morning.

"Give her a visitor card."

"OK."

"Thanks."

Natasha took the visitor card from the sentry on the first floor, thanked him, and hung it around her neck.

Locke led Natasha straight into the elevator lobby and onto the elevator.

"You can go to my office and rest for a while."

Why?

"You're still awake."

"Locke".

"Um."

"I am not a submissive woman."

Natasha paused for a moment after hearing Locke's explanation, then smiled and said, "You should know that."

Locke shrugged.

"Okay, it's my fault."

I accept your apology.

"Let's go."

Locke shook his head, stepped out of the elevator first after the doors opened, and then led Natasha to the operations command center.

Iris opens the door.

Debbie, who was in the operations command center, heard the door open, turned her head and saw Locke leading Natasha in from outside.

"Boss."

"Any leads?"

"not yet."

Debbie stood up and looked at the surveillance footage from various locations in New York City being rapidly analyzed on the large screen. She said, "We haven't found anything yet. They may have already gone into hiding."

Natasha frowned. "Blade is injured?"

Debbie looked at Locke.

Locke nodded.

Debbie then said to Natasha, "According to the last satellite image of Blade and Vanessa when they left the warehouse, there was nothing there."

Upon hearing this, Locke thought of something.

"Have you found out why the satellite imagery is malfunctioning?"

"We've found out; someone has planted a virus in our system."

"who."

Chelsea Harris.

"..."

Whether it was her own perception or not, Natasha, standing to the side, could clearly sense that when Debbie mentioned this person's name, her face showed undisguised disgust and revulsion.

It wasn't just Debbie; the other female agents in the command center also showed similar expressions.

Natasha asked with some curiosity, "This Chelsea Harris?"

Locke turned to look at Natasha, shook his head and chuckled, then nodded to Debbie.

Debbie understood, walked over to Natasha, and whispered in Natasha's ear.

soon.

Just like Debbie, whose face had just shown disgust and revulsion.

As Debbie recounted her story, Natasha's face showed surprise, followed by disgust and revulsion.

Locke watched this scene and chuckled inwardly.

Chelsea Harris is one of the female agents in charge of information and communications at the operations command center.

At the same time, she is also one of the vampire servants secretly recruited by the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau.

However, she was exposed later than other blood servants.

To be precise, Chelsea Harris was only exposed yesterday morning when he was transmitting news of Blade's release.

It's unlikely anyone would have guessed where she had the vampire's personal seal engraved.

Lips.

But not the lips on the face.

This was only discovered after Debbie confirmed that the signal transmission originated from Chelsea Harris's side, and she was taken to a small dark room for a thorough examination using coercive measures.

This also explains why, even after the Sentinel Command and Control Center knew about the existence of the Blood Servants, they were still able to let her in after conducting a screening.

Natasha felt a wave of nausea as she listened to the location of Chelsea Harris's private seal.

at the same time……

After Debbie finished speaking, she walked to Locke's side and asked in a low voice, somewhat puzzled, "Is immortality really that tempting?"

Locke glanced at Natasha, who seemed genuinely confused, shook his head, and replied calmly, "You're like a well-fed person who doesn't know the hunger of an starving one."

How old is Natasha this year?

Her documents show she was born in 1984, only two years older than Locke.

but……

Anyone who believes that is a fool.

However, Natasha never told Locke her exact age.

Locke didn't press the matter further.

Age is a very private matter for any woman.

But one thing is certain: Natasha's transformation of the Red House significantly slowed down her aging process, at the cost of losing her fertility.

Therefore, it is difficult to understand how a beautiful woman who will not have to worry about aging for a long time to comprehend women who go to great lengths to preserve their beauty.

What's the difference between this and asking a lion that roams freely on the savanna to understand why mice always sneak out at night?

But Locke could understand.

Immortality is ingrained in the very bones of the people of Dongguo.

This is why he considered the many side effects of vampires and said that vampire abilities were very cost-effective.

Unlike Westerners who believe that immortality is a curse.

The people of Dongguo believe that immortality is a blessing.

The kind that leaves no room for argument.

and so……

Even when he found out where Chelsea Harris had tattooed the vampire seal, he was only slightly surprised and didn't show the same disdain and disgust as Debbie and Natasha.

He can understand.

However, understanding is one thing, betrayal is still betrayal.

So Chelsea Harris was already packed up and sent to the Sentinel Service’s overseas lab in Bharat yesterday, just like the other Blood Servants who were found.

As for what they might encounter over there, that's none of his business.

"Oh, right."

Thinking this through, Locke lowered his voice and quietly asked Natasha, "So, how old are you exactly?"

Natasha rolled her eyes at Locke.

"roll."

"Okay."

Locke readily agreed, smiled, and changed the subject, asking Debbie, "Is Vanessa's residence under surveillance?"

Debbie paused for a moment, shook her head, and then looked at the agent in charge of the operation.

The agents quickly realized what was happening and, in less than a minute, located Vanessa's residence and displayed the surveillance footage from the vicinity of her apartment on the big screen.

"Nobody's here." The agent looked at the dark apartment facing the surveillance camera and turned to answer.

Locke stared at the monitor screen, arms crossed, one hand stroking his chin.

Which floor?

"Third floor, fifth room from left to right."

Locke looked in the direction the agent was referring to.

In the video, the window of the fifth room on the third floor of the apartment is completely covered by curtains, making it appear dark.

Locke thought for a moment.

"Find the CCTV footage from this afternoon or this morning."

"Yes."

The agent nodded, immediately placed his fingers on the keyboard, and began to operate it.

after awhile.

The video is now online.

Locke smiled as he looked at the surveillance footage, which showed that the curtains hadn't been drawn at 2 PM.

"Found it."

"..."