The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

One is a native vampire.

One is an alien, and a group of them who have already hidden in human society and have even intermarried with humans to produce hybrid offspring.

Which of these two news items is trending more?

Even the journalists who make a living in the San Fernando Valley could answer this multiple-choice question correctly.

Of course they're aliens.

It is clear.

The Skrulls knew this, and therefore were willing to self-destruct rather than leave their own bodies or those of their companions behind.

"Tsk tsk."

"ruthless."

"That's fucking ruthless!"

Locke looked at the huge crater that had been blown out, clicked his tongue, and shook his head in amazement.

but……

Sighing is one thing.

This grudge!

He wrote it down.

The person who killed me.

They even stole my corpse.

can.

Very energetic!

Nick Fury, you just wait. Wait until I'm done with the vampire stuff, until I have some free time.

Then!

Either you obediently hand over the Skrulls who killed my people and give me an explanation.

Or, I'll come to your door and explain it to you personally!

Locke, lost in thought, turned his gaze away from the crater and onto the officers who were rushing toward him in the distance, their eyes following the sounding of the New York Police Department's sirens.

With a thud.

George, who had rushed over, got out of the car, closed the door behind him, and jogged over to Kate Beckett. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the three of them, who were only a little covered in dust but not injured.

next second.

George seemed to have thought of something and looked around.

"Where is your car?"

"That."

Sitting quietly on the ruins, Esposito pointed in the direction of the crater.

George looked in the direction the finger was pointing.

"where?"

"Right there, if our car hadn't been vaporized, it should be there."

"gas……"

George realized what was happening, his lips twitched involuntarily, and his eyes involuntarily drifted towards Locke.

Locke glanced at George, who was looking over.

"If you want to know, I can..."

"No, no need, thank you!"

George jolted and interrupted Locke again: "We're just the NYPD. This kind of thing is for your federal law enforcement agencies. There's no need to tell us. Besides, we're not that familiar with it."

Locke laughed heartily, then spoke in a low, somber tone.

"George, you chickened out."

"We're not close, really."

George looked at Locke without changing his expression and said seriously, "How about I forgo the three favors and we become strangers?"

Who is so kind as to self-destruct and vaporize a car?

Do such people exist?

George thought to himself.

Locke looked at George, who would rather owe him three favors than know the inside story, and stopped teasing him.

If George wants to ask, he will definitely tell you.

Multiple friends have multiple roads.

However, since George was determined not to cause himself any trouble, he could understand George's situation.

and so……

Locke immediately changed the subject.

"You're here. What about the Vampire Mansion?"

"There's someone over there."

"Moreover, we've received orders from above to just keep a close watch on the surroundings. When someone comes to take over the case, we can simply hand it over."

George said this, then looked at Locke with some curiosity: "Speaking of which, your Sentinel Special Operations Bureau isn't very good. Shouldn't vampires be your responsibility? Who else is competing with you for cases? The FBI? Or the CIA?"

Locke shrugged: "Homeland Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency."

"The... Department of Homeland Security?" George asked, slightly taken aback.

Locke wore a mysterious smile.

"you guess?"

"..."

George looked at Locke's smile, and after a moment of silence, said, "I won't ask anymore. Anyway, it's none of our NYPD's business."

Locke looked at George with some regret upon hearing this.

George was now even more convinced that both the Vampire Mansion case and this case had a hidden trap.

And it's a huge pit.

George simply stopped looking at Locke altogether.

at the same time.

Debbie, who had temporarily requisitioned a federal citizen car, also arrived here.

After tossing the keys to a police officer, Debbie jogged over to Locke.

"Boss, are you alright?"

"fine."

Locke smiled. "Is it all taken care of over there?"

Debbie nodded: "Yes, Paul and the others' bodies have been taken back to the station."

Locke nodded and looked at George and Beckett.

"George, Beckett, I'm leaving now. Call me if you need anything."

"it is good."

Take care.

After exchanging greetings with George and Beckett, Locke led Debbie toward the Audi A8 parked not far away.

Fifteen minutes later.

Sentry Building, Operations Command Center.

Locke led Debbie back inside and looked at the screen.

The large screen has now been split in two.

The left side continues to display live satellite footage of the Vampire Mansion, while the right side displays surveillance footage of the attack on Paul and his companions.

From the moment the car suddenly rushed out and overturned the van Paul was in, to the appearance of a van without cameras, and then how these people executed Paul and the others, and how they moved the bodies away, the whole process was very clear.

even.

After executing Paul, the clown man deliberately glanced at the location of the security camera as he returned to his car.

He seemed to be provoking us.

wrong.

It's not just a guess.

He was provoking us through surveillance video.

As for who to provoke.

Naturally, whoever watches this video will be provoked.

Locke looked at the clown man who was giving him a provocative look on the monitor, his expression unchanged.

"Have you found out where they went?"

"We lost them in Jersey City."

"Jersey City?"

"Yes."

The agent in charge of surveillance and tracking said in a deep voice, "I've already shared the information with the New Jersey Sentinel Division. They're trying to check the surveillance footage to see if they can find any clues about them through other surveillance cameras."

Locke nodded without saying anything.

But he had already given up hope.

If these people aren't caught immediately, finding them again will be difficult.

but……

He already knows who the real culprit is.

What he lacks right now is nothing more than evidence.

Again.

One thing at a time.

No rush. Once he's finished with what he's doing, he'll settle this score with Nick Fury.

at the moment!

Let's deal with the vampire issue first.

Locke was thinking to himself, and just as he was about to ask Debbie if there was any new news from Washington, the phone rang.

It was the supervisor calling.

Is there any news?

Locke raised an eyebrow and answered the phone.

"director."

"Nick Fury in Inuyasha!"

"..."