The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Yes.

friend.

Locke made friends in a very simple way.

If I find you pleasing to the eye, then you are my friend.

Regardless of status.

It has nothing to do with authority.

of course.

It is even less related to gender.

Whether Locke knew or not, the fact that Quen and Nick Fury had joined forces was the same thing to him.

In a word.

Even if Quinn and Nick Fury team up, do you think they can just wipe him out instantly?

but!

If he attacks Vampire Tower tomorrow without his knowledge, even if Quinn and Nick Fury can't kill him, it will still put him at risk of being exposed.

Locke didn't mind revealing his strength.

He had no intention of pretending to be weak to take advantage of others.

However, it would be perfect if it could be revealed a little later, after he has fully developed, for example, after he has copied seventy or eighty mutant abilities.

and so……

K's call was timely, saving him from being passively drawn into Nick Fury and Quinn's trap tomorrow.

As for the purpose of K's call?

Oh.

A gentleman judges by actions, not by intentions.

Locke made friends in the same way.

I don't care what your purpose is in being nice to me. As long as you're nice to me, I can be nice to you in return.

But if you ever wrong me, then I'm sorry, you will no longer have any standing with me.

and so!

"From now on, I'm your friend, K."

"..."

The mysterious K on the other end of the phone, listening to Locke's domineering CEO-like speech through the receiver, opened his mouth, as if he were encountering this situation for the first time.

Just then.

Locke's text message ringtone went off.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

A text message from Debbie.

Click to open.

The coordinates of a container terminal in Manhattan, New York, were sent to me.

Locke raised an eyebrow, put the phone back to his ear, and said with a smile, "K, how about we play a game?"

"...What game?" The mysterious person K on the other end of the phone realized.

Locke laughed and said, "I bet you I can find you. If I can, then I'll be your first friend."

The mysterious man's eyelashes twitched slightly.

"The first one?"

"Didn't you say you never have any friends? In that case, I'd be happy to be your first."

"..."

"Silence means you agree."

Before the mysterious man could react, Locke finished speaking and grabbed his phone.

next second.

call out!

His figure had already disappeared from the spot where he had just been standing.

Manhattan Container Terminal.

Bathed in moonlight, Catherine sat on the edge of the highest container, her legs dangling naturally, her right hand holding a telephone to her ear.

She raised her head slightly, looking at the moon that seemed to be right above her.

Her jet-black, lustrous hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and its slight curls made her even more beautiful and captivating.

At this moment, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, exuding an irresistible charm.

She is Catherine.

Catherine Pierce!

She almost laughed as she listened to the howling wind coming through the phone.

Because this was the first time she had met someone she didn't even know, and who wouldn't even allow her to refuse to be her friend.

Wait a moment.

The sound of the wind!

Why is there a sound of wind coming through the phone?

Catherine realized what was happening and seemed to catch a whiff of something. She turned her head to look outside the harbor.

into the eye.

With her elevated vantage point and the moonlight, she could clearly see the figure, transformed into a black lightning bolt, rapidly approaching her.

Catherine narrowed her beautiful eyes, put the phone back to her ear, and stared at the black lightning rapidly approaching. She stopped using her disguise and spoke in her original voice.

"OK!"

She officially responded to the game that Locke had just unilaterally announced.

Locke, who was rapidly heading towards the container port terminal in the form of black lightning, paused involuntarily when he heard a lazy yet slightly mischievous voice coming from his Bluetooth headset.

Then accelerate again.

It's like turning on nitrogen.

"Your voice is beautiful, K!"

"You're very domineering, Locke."

"So...do you like it?"

"hehe."

Catherine smiled beautifully: "Catch up with me, and you'll know whether I like you or not."

Upon hearing this, Locke's expression shifted, and then, as if sensing something, he looked towards the direction of the container terminal.

into the eye.

He saw the figure slowly rising from the top of the container, wearing black jeans and a black denim jacket. The figure was enveloped by the full moon behind him, giving the impression that he was rising from the moon, like a moon spirit.

Locke stopped in his tracks.

"You are beautiful, K."

"So that's why you revealed you're mixed-race, just because I'm beautiful? If that's the case, then you're no different from any other man."

"Uh... there are still differences."

Locke corrected K's mistake: "For example, I'm much more handsome than other men, aren't I?"

Catherine opened her mouth upon hearing Locke's explanation.

She really wanted to argue back.

but……

The truth, and the truth with evidence, is beyond refutation or questioning.

"Okay, you are indeed very handsome."

"Thank you, K."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"You are not only beautiful, but also very honest. I look forward to becoming your first friend."

"But apart from being handsome, you seem no different from other men. You don't even know my name, yet you revealed your mixed-race heritage to me, simply because I look..."

"K, do you think there's another possibility?"

"What?"

"That is, I never intentionally concealed my identity."

Locke interrupted K's assessment of him with a smile, then accelerated once more under K's gaze in the moonlight.

boom!

At that moment, he created an afterimage right there on the spot.

but……

The moment Locke's right foot stepped onto the top of the container, the spot where K had just stood was already deserted.

Aside from leaving a pleasant scent behind.

Locke's eyes narrowed slightly.

She added more details to her profile of this mysterious man, K.

This K is a vampire.

and……

His strength surpasses his.

His current strength is at the same level as Dickon Frost's strength when he was alive.

But he didn't even know when K disappeared.

Keep in mind that it took him less than ten seconds to get here from his sudden acceleration.

Just then.

K's voice came through the Bluetooth headset again.

"Looks like you couldn't find me."

"..."

Locke snapped out of his reverie, sniffed the air, memorizing the lingering scent, and then chuckled as he listened to the words coming through his earpiece.

"Want to play another game?"

"What game?"

"This time it's your turn to find me. If you find me, will you allow me to be your first friend? How about it?"

"..."

"If you don't speak, I'll take that as your agreement. The game begins."

"..."