The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Eight o'clock in the evening.

The order for the Sentinel Secret Service to take over the Vampire Mansion case in New York officially came from Washington.

at the same time.

Fifteen reserve special agents drawn from the Jersey City training base have also reported to the Sentinel Special Service.

"We've already arranged for them to familiarize themselves with the equipment as soon as possible."

Debbie reported over the phone.

When these fifteen prospective special agents were at the training base, all their training and hypothetical enemies were mutants.

But this time the opponent is a vampire, so both the attack methods and the equipment used are different from before.

"By the way, boss," Debbie asked on the phone, "Brown just came by and said he could talk to you if you need..."

Locke interrupted directly.

"unnecessary."

"In my eyes, traitors never get a second chance."

"Okay, I understand."

"Get them familiar with the equipment as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Debbie nodded in response.

Locke hung up the phone, took it away from his ear, and looked at the black screen in his hand. He seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but chuckle.

He's not Nick Fury.

Loyalty that is not absolute is absolute disloyalty.

He would rather have these fifteen reserve special agents, whose strength was unknown but who had no history of betrayal, go to the battlefield with him than have a group of people, who, although very strong, had betrayed him in the past, go to the battlefield with him.

and so!

After Brown said he would stick with Group Six instead of him, in Locke's mind, Brown was already dead at that moment.

As Locke pondered this, he put his phone aside, grabbed the tablet lying nearby, and looked again at the real-time satellite surveillance of the Vampire Building sent from the operations command center.

At this moment, Vampire Tower has returned to its state before S.H.I.E.L.D. attacked that morning.

The iron plates that had been used to seal the doors and windows were put away again.

The exterior walls were clean, and the windows even appeared somewhat bright under the moonlight.

only……

It has absolutely no popularity.

Under the moonlight, the entire vampire building was completely dark, devoid of any human presence, and even the streets surrounding the building were deserted.

As dusk fell and the doors and windows of the Vampire Building reopened, the group of media reporters who had been surrounding the building—who were only superficially interested in it—had already left the scene immediately.

In fact, just in case, the New York Police Department moved the cordon back one block.

When Locke received the news that the vampire had reappeared in the Vampire Mansion, he thought Quinn was planning to run away.

but……

Quinn didn't seem to have such thoughts. Instead, just like in the previous days, he sent out a few vampires to sneak through the New York Police Department's blockade, capture several homeless people, and then hide in the building again.

It seems that Quinn is rushing to replenish his troops.

That's great!

Grab more.

Anyway, that's about all the usefulness you have left.

The more monsters you catch, the more experience I'll gain when I fight monsters tomorrow.

Locke thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.

Just then.

The phone rang.

Locke looked at the satellite imagery on his tablet, then grabbed his phone and held it to his ear without even looking at it.

The call was connected.

"Feed".

Locke Underwood.

A disguised electronic voice came from the phone.

Locke subconsciously put his phone back, glanced at the unknown number displayed on the screen, raised an eyebrow, and put the phone back to his ear.

"Who am I?"

You can call me K.

"K!"

Locke noted down the name, then smiled and said, "Alright, K, may I ask why you made this call?"

K, who was disguising his voice, chuckled on the other end of the phone.

then……

"Quinn has teamed up with Nick Fury, and they're preparing to deal with you when you attack tomorrow."

"..."

Locke was taken aback when he heard the words coming from the phone.

Kunen.

Nick Fury.

He knew both of them, but he didn't know why they could be together. It was a bit magical.

These two were mortal enemies during the day, with Quinn even wiping out Nick Fury's special operations team. How come someone is telling him now that they've joined forces?

Locke frowned.

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to believe me. I'll just tell you what I'm saying, and you can just listen. Whether you believe it or not is your business."

K, on ​​the phone, sensed Locke's disbelief. His tone remained flat, as if he were talking to himself mechanically.

Locke smiled.

If K had explained it just now, he really wouldn't have believed it.

But after K said that, he began to believe it somewhat.

Because no one would be so bored as to stay up late at night to make harassing phone calls to senior agents of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau.

In New York City, no, in the entire Federation, there are generally no people this reckless.

Unless that person is tired of living, or is simply fearless of death.

and so……

This news about K should be considered to have a certain degree of credibility.

Furthermore, it's quite possible that Quinn and Nick Fury could team up.

Quinn wanted to kill him.

Nick Fury was exposed because he orchestrated the whole incident and tried to steal the Skrull's body, so they probably wanted to kill him to silence him.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

So here's the question.

"K!"

Locke snapped out of his reverie and smiled, saying, "So, whose enemy are you, Quinn or Nick Fury?"

K on the phone didn't answer, but instead asked, "What do you think?"

Locke laughed and gave his answer.

"I consider you my friend, K."

"friend."

K repeated the sentence on the phone.

Although the repeated words were in an electronic, mechanical tone, Locke still detected a difference in them.

A voice can be changed, but a vocal tone cannot.

Locke narrowed his eyes slightly, because he suddenly realized that the mysterious person on the phone who called herself K seemed to be, most likely, a woman.

Female, K?

K for King?

What does "ruler" mean?

wrong.

It should not be.

Is that an abbreviation of the name?

K? Kelly? Karma? Christie? Catherine? Or Katerina?

Locke brainstormed, quickly searching his memory bank for any female characters whose names contained the letter K.

He does know quite a few people whose names contain the letter K.

However, none of them met the requirements.

Just then.

K on the phone seemed to chuckle softly: "Friends, I have no friends, Locke Underwood..."

Locke snapped out of his daze and interrupted him.

"That was before. Now you have it, K. Your friend is me."

"..."