The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Around noon.

A window on the 27th floor of the Vampire Building was suddenly opened.

The Sentinel Command and Operations Center immediately detected the anomaly.

"Sir, there's movement at the Vampire Mansion."

"Um."

Locke, who was exchanging text messages with his wife Esme, heard the sound, put away his phone, stood up from his seat, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the big screen.

on the big screen.

Someone is throwing trash outside the building.

One.

Two, three, four or five.

In no time, the windows on the 27th floor of the Vampire Building were opened, and it looked like a rain of corpses was falling.

One corpse after another was thrown outside by the vampires inside the building.

moment.

The group of reporters who were eager to see Ye Long outside the building screamed when they saw this scene.

Some female reporters were so horrified by the sight of the watermelon shattering upon landing that they turned pale and then felt nauseous.

However, some female reporters showed excitement upon seeing this scene and quickly asked the photographers nearby if they had captured the moment on camera.

Some photographers who captured the scene were rewarded with a big kiss by the blonde female reporter.

The photographers who didn't get a shot were met with tons of eye-rolls from the blonde female reporter.

"Debbie."

"Boss."

"Send the video footage to your supervisor."

"It has been sent."

"pretty."

Locke chuckled and then raised an eyebrow at the yellow, white, and red shapes covering the entire lawn displayed on the large screen: "Let's zoom in and take a closer look."

The agent operating the Sentinel satellite nodded and then adjusted the camera angle.

soon.

The grassy area was covered with corpses, which completely filled the large screen.

Locke frowned slightly as he looked at the screen full of corpses.

It's not disgusting.

But...

The corpses all looked like Earthlings.

Where are the promised alien Skrulls?

He was just thinking about how Nick Fury should deal with the situation if the operation failed and the Skrulls were exposed.

Is that all?

play.

Wait a moment.

wrong.

Locke looked at the corpse on the big screen and said thoughtfully, "Debbie."

"Boss?"

"Notify Paul to send men to the building and bring these bodies back."

"Hurry!"

"clear."

Debbie nodded seriously, took out her phone from her pocket, and dialed Paul from the Sentinel SWAT team.

In less than three minutes.

Paul had already led a fully armed SWAT team out of Sentry Building in a SWAT vehicle and was heading quickly toward Vampire Building.

but!

This is not stable enough.

"Are there any NYPD officers at the scene that we recognize?"

"Hold on."

The agent controlling the satellite zoomed in and out, fine-tuning the satellite lens, and focused the image on the New York Police Department personnel who were on guard around the Vampire Building.

Locke's eyes lit up as he spotted an acquaintance he had already met twice before.

He took out his phone and dialed the number.

Detective George Stacy, who was on duty guarding the east gate of the Vampire Mansion, heard the phone ringing. He took out his cell phone, looked at the caller ID, seemed to remember something, looked up at the sky, and then answered the call.

"I am George Stacy."

"Lock Underwood, George, I need you to do me a favor."

Locke cut to the chase: "My men have already set off and will arrive at the scene in about twenty minutes."

George heard this.

"Is the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau planning to take over this area?"

"Haha, no!"

"..."

George's face darkened.

Locke could see George's face darken for a moment, even on the big screen, before he smiled and said, "But I will take over, not now."

As of now, the Vampire Tower case is still handled by S.H.I.E.L.D., not their Sentinel Special Operations Department.

As for when he will be able to take over, that depends on how well the officials in Washington are doing.

But it's okay to come slowly.

Anyway, the case is now S.H.I.E.L.D.'s responsibility, so no matter how much trouble it causes, it will be S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fault.

It would be best to wait until Quen summons the Blood God.

As Locke thought to himself, he spoke to George on the phone, "I hope that once my men arrive, you can have them pull the body that just fell back down."

George subconsciously looked toward the lawn that had just been raining.

"What do you want the corpse for?"

"You wouldn't want these bodies to be taken back to the NYPD medical examiner's office and then turn into zombies and bite the officers, would you?"

"Well……"

"I owe you a favor," Locke said directly.

George smiled.

"Including this, you owe me three favors now."

"Don't worry, I will pay it back."

"All right."

George shook his head: "Send your men over here. I'll leave the body to you."

Locke thanked him, and before hanging up, he said, "By the way, your people took the bodies away, for now."

George paused for a moment, then understood Locke's meaning, and shook his head and smiled again.

"it is good."

Thank you.

Locke hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

If the name is not correct, the words will not ring true.

This case is not currently under the jurisdiction of Sentinel Special Operations, so no matter what, the body should not have been taken away by Sentinel Special Operations.

But the New York Police Department can.

After all, the NYPD has absolute priority in handling any case that occurs in New York City.

Twenty-five minutes later.

Paul and others appeared on the big screen.

However, Paul and his team, who were fully armed when they went out, had now changed into white coats and disguised themselves as forensic workers. Under the protection of the police officers sent by George, they quickly walked to the lawn full of corpses and began to move the bodies.

The officers George sent were also helping with the moving.

In no time at all.

One body after another was packed up and then thrown into an unremarkable white van that George had borrowed by temporarily mortgaging the Secret Service vehicle.

Another ten minutes passed.

Paul, who had closed the van door and was sitting in the passenger seat, sent a text message.

Debbie glanced at him, then looked up at Locke and said, "Boss, Paul and the others are on their way back."

Locke nodded, watching the van drive out of the satellite live feed area at the edge of the large screen.

"Let's go, go to the first floor and wait. Notify the forensic office to be on standby."

"clear."

An agent nodded, picked up the phone and called the medical examiner's office, while Debbie followed Locke toward the door.

Downstairs at Sentinel Tower.

Locke, hands in his pockets and wearing sunglasses, sat waiting for Paul to return with the corpse.

only……

He looked at the somewhat deserted streets outside the building and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"How long has it been?"

"It's been twenty minutes."

"..."

Locke frowned: "Contact Paul and see where he is."

Debbie took out her phone and dialed Paul's number.

but!

the phone is ringing.

No one answered.

……