The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Locke stood there, hands in his pockets, looking at the blade, without saying a word.

Blade's face was pale, but his eyes were bloodshot.

It's getting more and more popular.

Abraham Whistler, the old white-haired man, though stubborn, was his adoptive father.

Whistler taught Blade how to suppress his animalistic instincts with humanity and how to use weapons to eliminate vampires.

Whistler even gave Blade a glimmer of hope.

always like this.

Even in his final moments, Whistler chose to give the hope of life to Blade, while he stayed behind to hold back the vampires who were about to breach his defenses.

Thinking of this.

Blade felt a pain in his heart.

Very strange.

Even though he was like a vampire, his heart didn't beat at all, the thought of it still made his heart ache.

Blade's eyes grew increasingly red.

Natasha frowned upon seeing this, and was about to speak when she heard Locke's voice.

I guess so.

Locke said this.

Blade's speculation is not without merit.

After learning that Blade's lair had been visited by vampires, he wondered if the information had been leaked from his own side. He then captured the female agent who had her personal seal tattooed on her lips.

Blade's eyes narrowed as he listened to Locke's reply.

He remembered what Whistler had warned him about before.

Just then.

Natasha stepped forward and said, "It was a Blood Servant, a well-hidden Blood Servant that was exposed. Locke ordered an investigation immediately after learning that you had been exposed, and subsequently found the Blood Servant."

Locke?

So intimate.

Hawkeye, standing to the side, listened to Natasha's tone when she spoke of Locke, and silently watched Locke, who stood there, straight-backed, dressed in a suit and tie, with his hands in his pockets.

"Blood servant?"

"Yes."

Blade clenched his fists and stared at Locke: "Where is that Blood Servant now?"

Locke laughed and said, "You want her?"

Blade said in a deep voice, "You want to protect her?"

Locke smiled and shook his head.

"Protect? No, I have no such intention."

"Then leave her to me."

"That's a bit difficult to estimate."

Locke looked like he wanted to laugh. He glanced at the time on his watch and said to Blade, "She has been sent to the laboratory for research work along with the other dozen or so blood servants that were found."

"What research?"

"Being studied."

"..."

Blade clenched his fist several times, then relaxed it several times.

after awhile.

He looked at Locke and said in a deep voice, "Locke Underwood, we are no longer friends."

"it is good."

Locke smiled and replied, just as he was about to say something, the phone rang.

He took his phone out of his pocket and glanced at it.

next second.

"goodbye."

Locke put away his phone, said something to Hawkeye, and then turned and left without any hesitation.

Seeing this, Natasha also prepared to follow Locke.

But Hawkeye called out to him.

"Natasha, you have a mission."

"...It's after get off work hours now, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Natasha frowned, turned around and said something to Hawkeye, who was trying to stop her, before catching up with Locke.

After a while.

The Audi A8 restarted and then, under the watchful eyes of Eagle Eye and Blade, roared away from the scene.

In the car.

Locke got in touch with Debbie.

"Debbie, notify Paul's SWAT team to return to the station and not move for now. Wait for my instructions."

"……good."

Locke then ripped off his headset.

He originally planned to help Quinn catch up on his own progress while Quinn was working on his own.

End the game now.

Once he finds Blade, he'll take Blade to Quen's lair. Anyway, it'll be dawn soon, and the advantage will be in our hands then.

But now it's probably not going to work.

S.H.I.E.L.D., no, to be precise, Nick Fury realized what was happening.

but……

Locke looked at Natasha with some curiosity: "Didn't they say Hawkeye left New York City with Phil Coulson?"

Natasha shrugged. "Isn't it obvious? I'm on Hill's side. He'd have to bring one of his own people to New York City, wouldn't he?"

Locke nodded.

"Too."

"It seems this is not what you imagined."

"What's wrong?"

"It seems Nick Fury has no intention of sacrificing Blade."

"Oh."

Locke's lips curled into a sneer: "You really think so?"

Natasha frowned.

"Otherwise what?"

"It's just a last-ditch effort."

Locke said this, then looked at Natasha: "There's news from Washington just now."

Natasha's eyes widened.

"How so?"

"Give Nick Fury another chance."

"Opportunity? What opportunity?"

"Let's see if he can handle it."

As Locke spoke, he took out his phone and handed it to Natasha.

Natasha took the phone and looked at the latest text message on it.

Just now, Locke received that text message.

The text message was sent by the supervisor, Walter Herman.

He set off for Washington, D.C., as soon as the vampires became agitated this morning, to ensure he could receive firsthand information.

In the briefing, Walter Herman informed Locke of the outcome of the confrontation.

The result is simple: Nick Fury will be given another chance.

The vampires of New York City cannot be allowed to live.

Because if a vampire dares to run into a hospital and kill people today, he might dare to run into the White House and kill people tomorrow.

This is no ordinary opponent; we must strike hard.

Moreover, the vampires in New York City have already violated the "Extraordinary Protocol" by exposing themselves to the public eye.

and so……

Nick Fury either has to wipe out the vampires, or obediently hand over the jurisdiction over the supernatural beings that originally belonged solely to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha carefully read the text message, then handed the phone to Locke while watching the expression on his face.

"You don't seem worried at all."

"What do I need to worry about?"

"Aren't you afraid that your plan will fail and come to nothing?"

Natasha frowned and said, "This time it went so smoothly mainly because Nick Fury was out. If Nick Fury had really wiped out all the vampires, your plan would have failed completely."

Locke laughed and said, "Don't worry, he can't handle it. I'll tell you something, and you'll know."

"What?"

"Ultraviolet bullets!"

"..."

Locke looked at Natasha, who seemed stunned for a moment, and asked, "Have you SHIELD developed ultraviolet bullets yet?"

Natasha shook her head.

"not yet."

"So you understand now?"

Are ultraviolet bullets technologically advanced?

No.

Because the Sentinel Special Service's technology department figured it out in one night.

But are ultraviolet bullets really devoid of technological sophistication?

Have.

Because S.H.I.E.L.D. has not yet created an ultraviolet bullet.

As for the reason?

Locke said quietly, "It seems that all these years, your S.H.I.E.L.D. research and development funds have been wasted."

Natasha: "..."