The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Locke was quite curious about this question.

after all……

The timing of Quinn's summoning of the Blood God determines when he enters the realm.

In a word.

If Quen has summoned the Blood God, or is in the process of summoning it, and he leads people in, even if something goes wrong in the end, he won't be held responsible.

This is why Locke told his supervisor, Walter, that the handover of cases to S.H.I.E.L.D. should be based on his entry into the building.

Quinn was clearly taken aback when Locke bombarded him with questions after he answered the phone.

I don't know if it was just his imagination.

Quinn had a feeling that it wasn't him who wanted to summon the Blood God, but rather Locke Underwood, the senior agent of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau who was on the phone with him.

"hiss."

"Between the two of us, which one is the vampire?"

For an instant.

Quinn had a strange feeling that his identity was being confused with Locke's.

next second.

He came to his senses.

"What, scared? Too late!"

Quinn said with a cold laugh, "The sacrificial ceremony has begun. When the midday sun rises, when the sun is high in the sky, the great Blood God..."

Locke listened to what sounded like Quen chanting on the phone, his lips twitched, and he immediately chose to interrupt.

"Alright, stop chanting. You're a vampire, a physicist, not a magician. Why are you trying to chant like that? What, are you going to make summoning the Blood God as powerful as what we see on Earth?"

"..."

Quen's face flushed slightly as Locke interrupted him.

but……

"What is Earth...?"

"Just tell me the specific time. When are you going to summon the Blood God?"

"What do you want to do!"

"Attend the banquet."

"Attending a banquet? Whose banquet?"

"If I'm eating at your feast, why would I eat at mine?"

Locke chuckled: "I wasn't the one who summoned the Blood God. You summoned it, so of course you get to eat at your feast."

Quinn finally realized what was happening.

Locke is serious.

He really intends to attack.

This isn't just talk.

At that moment, the image of him kneeling on the ground in that safe house, while Locke sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at him with contempt and mockery, flashed through his mind once again.

With this thought in mind, Quinn seemed to realize something, broke through his defenses, and then uncontrollably started cursing.

"Damn it!"

"Fuck you, Locke!"

"By Samarabi..."

"..."

Locke hung up the phone with a dark expression.

He doesn't have the bad habit of foolishly listening to others criticize him without doing anything.

only……

Locke looked up, speechless, and saw Debbie, who was also looking in their direction after hearing the profanity: "Is this guy crazy? I was just asking him when he was going to summon the Blood God. I'm just going over for the feast. Does he have to be cursing like this?"

He felt he had been wronged.

Locke had always considered himself a very cultured gentleman.

Do not believe?

Just look at how he treats his enemies.

Whether it was Dickon Frost before or Quen now.

He maintained the most basic courtesy, even when sending Dickon Frost to his death, he did so with a smile.

But now?

He was kind to others, but what he got in return was Quinn's outburst of abuse.

how.

Just because I'm kind?

Locke found this unacceptable.

Debbie, hearing the grievance in Locke's words, opened her mouth, then cautiously said, "Boss, is it possible that you've broken his defenses?"

Locke paused slightly upon hearing this, then looked at Debbie with some suspicion: "Just because I want to know when he'll summon the Blood God?"

Debbie opened her mouth, then cautiously asked, "Boss, what's the difference between you contacting the terrorists by phone with the FBI and asking them where the bombs were placed?"

Locke raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

"There is still a difference."

"What?"

"Quin is a vampire."

"But his attempt to summon the Blood God is no different from a terrorist trying to plant a bomb."

"..."

Locke didn't speak, but looked at Debbie.

Eyes facing each other.

Debbie's expression was serious and focused.

Locke smacked his lips, looked away, took out his phone again, and dialed Quinn once more.

soon.

The call was connected.

Quinn's voice sounded somewhat puzzled as he spoke over the phone.

"Huh, you just hung up the phone?"

"no."

Locke lied through his teeth: "You've already cursed me, now you can tell me when we're going to summon the Blood God."

Kun asked in a deep voice, "What, do you want to stop me from summoning the Blood God?"

Locke laughed heartily.

He was just about to tell Quinn that he would not only not stop him, but would actually help Quinn summon the Blood God.

Debbie, who was standing to the side, suddenly widened her eyes, quickly turned around, and made a gesture with her hands crossed in front of Locke.

Locke looked at Debbie's gesture, a thought crossed his mind, but he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"certainly!"

"What?"

Quinn on the other end of the phone was visibly more stunned this time: "Back in the safe house, you said you'd help..."

Locke interrupted in a deep voice: "Shut up, you shameless old thief! I, Locke Underwood, have no grudge against criminals like you. You'd better surrender now. If you resist, you'll only end up dead."

That's all.

Without any hesitation, Locke hung up the phone, opened the blacklist, and blocked Quinn's number again.

One click, three clicks, all done in one go.

"Did this guy post our call online again?"

No, not at all.

"That……"

"After the incident this morning, I downloaded an app on your device. The app just notified me that someone is recording this phone call."

"……All right."

After listening, Locke felt like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't know what to say.

I thought about it for a while.

Locke shook his head with a strange expression.

"I told you this guy had no sense of right from wrong, no ability to play dirty tricks, but he insisted on doing it, and ended up making a fool of himself."

"what!"

"OMG Fuck!"

While inside the Vampire Mansion, Quinn heard the dial tone on his phone again and couldn't help but roar in anger.

next second.

He grabbed his phone and dialed Locke's number back. When he heard the message that the call could not be connected and the number had been blocked, he finally broke down completely.

"what!"

"I want you dead!"

"I will make sure you die."

Enraged and on the verge of collapse, Quinn was red-faced and practically cursing through clenched teeth.

If Locke were right in front of him, he would probably be bitten to pieces by Quinn, leaving not even bone fragments behind.

Kunen, panting heavily, tried to calm his excitement.

Just then.

The phone rang again.

With bloodshot eyes, Kun looked toward the caller ID following the sound.

Number unknown.

Quinn thought for a moment and then chose to answer.

"Lock Underwood?"

"No."

"S.H.I.E.L.D., damn it..."

"Pooh!"

Nick Fury.

"Mr. Quinn, I think we can talk!"

"..."