The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 87 I Want to Enter Your Heart!

Time ticks by.

Locke sat on the highest point of the container, his feet dangling naturally outside, and then stared intently at the great sun, radiating intense heat, slowly rising from the water.

obviously.

Its daybreak.

It's also quite obvious.

The mysterious woman named K wasn't a skilled gamer; she hadn't found him even after a whole night.

"Ring ring!"

The phone rang from my pocket.

Locke tapped the Bluetooth earpiece in his right ear with his right hand to answer the call.

"Feed".

"I did not agree to let you play this game."

"But you didn't refuse, did you?"

"..."

I wanted to refuse, but you gave me a chance. I was just about to speak when you hung up.

Catherine listened to Locke's words and thought to herself, somewhat speechless.

Just as she was thinking this.

Locke's words came again.

"And you haven't refused, have you?"

"..."

Catherine snapped out of her daze: "Then I refuse to play this game now."

Locke smiled.

"It's too late."

"What?"

"The game has been going on for two hours, I refuse to return."

Just like buying games on a gaming platform, you can return them within two hours of purchasing them.

You've been playing the game for five or six hours already, so why would you want a refund?

Catherine smiled too.

"Okay, then you can stay there."

"it is good."

Locke responded in a nonchalant tone, then raised his hand, tapped the Bluetooth headset once more, and hung up the phone.

Catherine remained at the container terminal, but on the other side, she fell silent as she watched the phone being hung up again.

after awhile.

Catherine took a deep breath, seemingly lost in thought, and dialed Locke's number again.

Locke answered again: "Hello."

Catherine's voice came through the Bluetooth headset once again.

"Maybe I shouldn't have called to tell you that Quinn and Nick Fury have teamed up to deal with you."

"Yes."

"..."

Catherine paused for a moment, then blinked.

Locke chuckled softly, then turned his head to look in the direction where Catherine's scent wafted on the sea breeze, and said in a very soft voice, "You might not believe it, but I'm scared."

Locke couldn't see her from his position, but she could see Catherine looking at him and then frowning at his words: "You've figured out where I am?"

Locke's tone remained calm.

"Yes."

"You knew all night?"

"right."

Locke answered without changing his expression.

He's talking nonsense.

In a word.

If he knew the location of this mysterious Old K from the beginning, he would be crazy to have spent the whole night standing here in the sea breeze.

The main reason he stayed here for one night was that it was actually quite far from his rented apartment, and he was too lazy to go back.

Since he didn't need to sleep anyway, he might as well stay here, enjoy the sea breeze, and think things through. He could just call Jack to come pick him up when it got light.

So he really didn't know that the mysterious Old K was still at the dock.

He knew this because the direction of the sea breeze had just changed, which brought him the scent of the mysterious Old K.

but……

Well known.

A man's brain and mouth are two different systems.

His mind was preoccupied with his daily routine, while his mouth was talking about Sykes.

Very normal.

"Then why don't you come find me?"

"In no mood."

"Um."

"Being friends is a two-way street, not a one-way street, K."

Locke spoke nonsense with a straight face: "I can take ninety-nine steps toward you willingly, but the last step must be taken by you."

If we don't say it this way, how else can we say it?

Should we just tell the truth?

Don't make trouble.

Catherine fell silent once again after hearing Locke's explanation.

Locke glanced sideways at where Catherine was.

The sea breeze had carried the scent of the mysterious Old K to him, giving him a general idea of Old K's location.

but……

He still couldn't pinpoint the exact location of this mysterious Old K.

Locke thought to himself, then, without changing his expression, spoke in a somewhat detached tone.

"K, may I ask why you're helping me?"

"...I came to New York City this time with the intention of killing you."

"..."

This time it was Locke's turn to remain silent.

"...Kill me?"

"Yes."

"May I ask why?"

Dickon Frost.

"...Deacon? Oh, okay."

Dickon, the leader of the vampires.

K, a vampire whose strength surpasses both his and Deacon's.

Ok.

That makes perfect sense.

Locke wondered, "Then why...?"

Catherine shrugged. "I've realized I've been fooled by Quinn."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"oh."

"He called me and told me that Dickon risked his life to save him and that he gave him the ring I had given to Dickon, and that Dickon had designated him as his successor."

"That ring was originally yours."

Locke suddenly realized that this was where the love ring came from.

"So, K, you're Dickon's..."

"no."

"oh."

Locke immediately fell silent and stopped talking.

Catherine raised an eyebrow.

"Do you believe it?"

"certainly!"

"You're my friend, and I'm always happy to trust my friends," Locke said with a smile, then paused, shrugged, and said, "And you don't need to be sad. If it makes you feel better, then I was actually fooled by Quinn too. But don't worry, I'll kill him."

As they were talking.

Locke got up from the container, patted his trouser legs, and looked up at Jack, who was about to drive to the dock entrance.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, it's dawn, time to get to work."

As Locke spoke, he looked again in the direction of the mysterious Old K, a smile appearing on his face: "K, don't worry, I will avenge you."

At first, he just wanted to know what this K was all about.

But after finding out that K was a beautiful woman...

He no longer wanted to know who this K was.

Locke only wanted to enter K's world, because K had already entered his world last night.

Therefore, his request is not excessive.

and so!

Locke smiled and extended an invitation.