The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

This process can take up to a week.

wrong.

To be precise, seven days have passed, and Nick Fury's special operations team still hasn't made a move.

However, in recent days, the number of homeless people going missing in New York City has increased proportionally.

Five homeless settlements in Manhattan were completely deserted within a week.

Nobody knows where these homeless people went.

Of course.

Nobody cares about them, since this isn't an election year.

Except for Locke.

Early in the morning.

Locke arrived at the operations command center as usual.

"Debbie, still no movement from the Vampire Mansion?"

"no."

For the past week, Debbie had practically been sleeping in the operations command center. She turned to Locke as he walked in and asked, "Boss, is there any news from Natasha either?"

Locke shook his head: "We can't get through by phone."

Three days ago, Natasha received orders from Commander Hill to go on a mission to Europe.

How many homeless people were abducted yesterday?

"About thirty."

"Tsk."

Locke found a seat facing the big screen and couldn't help but laugh, "I want Nick Fury to act quickly, but I also want him to slow down, preferably until these vampires have arrested all the homeless people in New York."

From a certain perspective, vampires are doing a good deed.

Debbie didn't answer, she just smiled.

Locke looked at the satellite image of the Vampire Tower displayed on the big screen and sighed speechlessly: "An African American, instead of growing bananas, has turned to playing the art of war."

Upon hearing this, Debbie instinctively looked around.

Fortunately.

Not one of those present had a dark complexion.

Debbie breathed a sigh of relief, just as she was about to remind her boss not to say anything that could be detrimental to unity.

Locke, who was sitting in his seat, suddenly raised an eyebrow, stood up, walked to the big screen, and then looked thoughtfully at the image above the Vampire Building.

"What is this?"

"where."

Debbie snapped out of her daze, walked over, and looked in the direction Locke was pointing.

Above the Vampire Building, the sky was cloudless and the wind was calm.

Locke frowned and said, "I feel like there's something off about this part of the picture. Look at this cloud, doesn't its head and tail overlap?"

Debbie blinked.

Just then.

Sizzle!

The Sentinel satellite imagery jittered for a moment, then began to flicker.

next second.

An alarm sounded at the sentry operations command center.

"Shit, the satellite has been hacked."

Signal is being checked.

"Activate the defense program."

"Get out of the way."

"..."

Locke stared at the wildly flickering satellite images, narrowing his eyes, and remained silent.

Satellites can be attacked quickly, but they also disappear quickly.

In less than a minute, the satellite imagery returned to normal, and even the white cloud on the roof of the vampire building, which had previously had its head and tail overlapping, had returned to its normal shape.

"Fuck, the attack signal has disappeared."

"Final confirmation of location..."

Montana?

Debbie frowned as she looked at the source of the attack signal.

Locke had already looked away.

"Stop looking."

"Boss?"

"Nick Fury, they're already inside."

"what?"

Locke chuckled as he looked at Debbie, whose expression was somewhat incredulous. "It's alright, just keep an eye on things. Who goes into the building isn't important; what's important is who comes out of it."

Done.

Locke turned around and sat back down in his chair with a relaxed expression.

Now that Nick Fury is on the field, let's just wait and see what happens.

Locke sat back down, took the phone out of his pocket, and made a call.

"They went in."

"Someone has come in."

The piercing and ear-piercing alarm instantly resounded in every corner of the vampire building.

next second.

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

The protrusions on the glass windows surrounding the vampire building, which appeared to be the same color as the exterior walls, suddenly fell down.

One after another, steel windows and doors fell down in an instant.

A short while later.

All the windows of the entire vampire building were completely sealed off with steel window doors.

Even the entrance to the building was sealed off by a large, airtight iron gate that fell shut in response.

At this moment, looking at the Vampire Building from the outside, it looks like a giant tomb.

"hiss!"

"Goodness."

Locke rose from his seat once more, marveling at the airtight, sealed-off building in the satellite imagery.

He had always felt that the protrusion of the window was a bit strange.

Emotion plays a role here.

Now, even though it's daytime outside, the building is still pitch black inside.

This is definitely vampires' home turf.

Hopefully, Nick Fury's alien Skrull will be more effective.

wrong!

Alien Skrulls versus native vampires.

I should be on the side of the local vampires.

If you don't stand, you're not a human being.

Ok.

Hopefully, Quen's vampire army will be effective and leave all those Skrulls here.

Once it's exposed,

tsk...

Nick Fury's attempt to steal a chicken backfired spectacularly.

Locke thought to himself.

"Shit."

"Those damn vampires."

It only took a minute to descent from the roof of the Vampire Mansion and enter the building. The members of the SHIELD special operations team who were in the stairwell stopped in their tracks as the darkness suddenly disappeared.

After they realized what had happened, they couldn't help but curse angrily.

Hawkeye, the leader of this special operations team, calmly said, "Check communications."

"no."

"Communications have also been disrupted."

It seems that as the entire building was artificially transformed into a steel tomb, the signal was also cut off at that moment.

Whether the signal is transmitted from the outside or from inside to outside.

All of them are no longer valid.

"What should we do?"

Hawkeye glanced to the side, where Blade, still wearing sunglasses even in the dim light, frowned and said, "Shall we retreat first?"

Blade drew his silver sword from behind him.

I'll go by myself.

"no."

Hawkeye decisively refused.

Just then.

The last combatant said in a deep voice, "The steel door leading to the rooftop has also been closed."

Hawkeye took a deep breath and looked at Blade: "You're really not afraid of dying?"

Blade didn't speak, but grinned at Hawkeye, revealing two rows of white teeth that gleamed even in the darkness.

Hawkeye nodded and checked the bullets in his weapon that were glowing with a purple light.

That's why they arrived so late.

The bullets that A.H.I.E.L.D. can't make, their base can.

"Walk!"

"clear."

"Bang!"

Hawkeye and Blade took the lead, each with a gun, and directly blinded the two surveillance cameras in the corridor.

In the monitoring room, the screen suddenly went blank.

"Thirty-two floors, kill them."

Sitting upright in his boss's chair, Quinn fiddled with the ring on his hand, a cruel smile on his face as he issued orders.

This moment.

Alien Skrulls versus native vampires.

it has started!

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