The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 89 If We Can't Be Friends, We'll Be Like Oxen and Horses (1/15 Seeking First Subscription!)

Forty-five minutes later.

Locke rode in Jack's car and arrived at the Vampire Building.

The Vampire Building remained silent, looking from the outside like a demon waiting for its prey to enter and devour it.

Jack slowly parked his vehicle next to the special operations vehicle that had arrived about five minutes earlier than them.

The doors of the combat vehicle were opened.

Debbie led a fully armed, middle-aged man with a muscular build, plain looks, but a tough demeanor, who was carrying an MA41 assault rifle in both hands, out of the car.

"Boss."

"This is Powell, the leader of this special operations team."

"Hello."

Locke smiled and shook hands with Captain Powell, who looked quite tough. "Nervous?"

Powell thought for a moment and nodded very honestly.

"This is the first time I've ever met a vampire."

"Ha ha."

Locke chuckled and patted Powell on the shoulder reassuringly, "You won't be nervous after killing a few. It's easier than killing chickens."

As Powell listened to Locke's description, his eyelids twitched, but he echoed Locke's words and laughed along.

Just then.

Debbie took her phone out of her pocket and handed it to Locke: "Boss, it's the supervisor on the phone."

Locke glanced at the phone Debbie handed him, took the call, and said to Powell, "Check the equipment."

Powell nodded. "Okay."

Locke didn't say anything more. He walked to the side and put the phone that Debbie had just handed him to his ear.

"director?"

"Why can't I get through to you on the phone?"

"I forgot to charge it last night."

"It's really shut down."

Locke listened to the silence on the phone, took his phone out of his pocket, and waved the screen towards the sky: "See, I wasn't lying to you."

His phone called Jack this morning to ask him to come pick him up, and then it automatically turned off.

Walter, the supervisor at the Sentinel Operations Command Center, shook his head as he watched Locke waving his phone under the Sentinel satellite on the large screen, and then got down to business.

"Blade".

"What's wrong with him?"

"The higher-ups said that if he's still alive, rescue him if possible."

"reason?"

Locke raised an eyebrow, then seemed to realize something: "So that's why my request to use air-to-ground missiles to bombard the Vampire Building was rejected?"

After gaining control of the Vampire Mansion, he immediately requested permission to use heavy weapons for bombing.

A wise person avoids dangerous situations; if it can be blown up, why risk going in?

but.

The bureau did not agree.

Supervisor Walter's lips twitched as Locke brought it up again: "Deploying missiles in New York City? Do you think that's possible?"

How could it be impossible?

Even after the Chitauri alien army attacks the city next year, won't the higher-ups still approve the use of nuclear bombs to bomb New York City?

Locke thought to himself, but didn't say anything. Instead, he smiled and changed the subject, saying, "So, what's the reason for wanting Blade?"

Supervisor Walter stated directly, "Blade is an expert at hunting vampires."

Locke understood.

"So the department wants to recruit Blade?"

"Yes, Nick Fury has sold him out. After this is over, he'll either be locked up in jail or come to us."

Is it worth it?

"This time, we've gained more than just vampire jurisdiction over New York City; our experience in dealing with vampires is only just beginning."

Having Blade with you is quite helpful, but we can do without him. You go ahead then.

"No, no, no, I'm not interested at all."

Locke refused the offer to be recruited to fight vampires, saying, "I still prefer Colonel William Stryker's mutant lab."

Vampires are just a fleeting pleasure.

Mutants are Locke's eternal existence.

He was hoping that after finishing his vampire business, he could go to the mutant lab and begin his own path to becoming Superman.

but-

Locke stroked his chin, his tone somewhat conflicted, and said, "Supervisor, I received an annihilation mission, and now you've suddenly given me a rescue mission, this—."

Walter frowned and said, "Isn't this just a matter of course?!"

Locke interrupted sternly, "No, annihilation is annihilation, and rescue is rescue; these are two different things!"

Walter's brow twitched.

"so?"

"You need to pay more!"

.

Walter, who was in the operations command center, couldn't help but close his eyes as he watched Locke on the big screen, gripping the phone and speaking with a serious, even solemn, expression, demanding more money.

After a while.

Walter then recovered and opened his eyes again.

"What more do you want? An operations supervisor and deputy director is already—."

"I got promoted, but I still don't have any loyal subordinates."

"Debbie and Jack?"

"Yes."

"They last month—."

"One thing at a time."

"..-·OK!""

Walter was silent for a moment, then nodded. "What do you want?"

Upon hearing this, Locke smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for the department. Jack and Debbie have been promoted to senior special agents and will still be by my side. That's no problem, it's just a matter of rank promotion."

Walter breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Locke's request.

He had just thought Locke was going to ask for an exorbitant price again.

It's just a level upgrade, not a position upgrade.

This is a small matter.

"Sure, no problem," Walter replied. "This doesn't need to be reported to higher-ups; I can approve it."

Locke smiled broadly: "Then, if I rescue Blade, it's okay if Blade stays in my team, right?"

Walter frowned.

"What's the point of releasing your action team?"

"no."

Locke shook his head expressionlessly: "I just thought it would be better to ask beforehand. After all, I'll soon be the operations director, and all the field agents should be in my operations team, right?"

Only in this way can Blade, whose sequence belongs to the action group, have a chance to share the extraordinary points he gains from hunting vampires.

After all, he was the operations supervisor, while Blade was a member of the operations team.

so--..-.

Blade is equivalent to his subordinate.

Once this equation is true, it perfectly matches the system's settings for acquiring extraordinary points.

If Blade doesn't want to be friends, then so be it.

I'm giving you a chance to be friends, and you don't want it. Well then, you can just obediently be my slave for farming extraordinary points from now on.

Locke thought to himself.

He wouldn't have had any interest in Blade if Walter hadn't made that call.

In a word.

Whether Blade lives or dies has absolutely nothing to do with him.

But Walter's phone call gave him another idea, an idea that could maximize his profits.

Therefore, in order to maximize the benefits, it is essential to determine at this point that the rescued Blade belongs to his action team.

It's better to clarify things beforehand than to argue about them afterward.

Walter chuckled upon hearing Locke's explanation: "You're not the operations director yet."

Locke shrugged.

"Don't worry about the details. It'll all be clear once I get out of there."

""-·OK."

Walter nodded and said, "I can agree to that too. As long as Blade is alive, he will be a member of your team."

Locke smiled and said thank you.

From beginning to end, neither Locke nor Walter cared whether Blade would disagree with the matter.

Because Blade's opinion is completely unimportant.

In a word.

Blade can choose to disagree, but the Sentinel Special Operations Department has plenty of ways to make Blade agree.

soon.

After Locke finalized the deal with his supervisor Walter, he hung up the phone, turned around, and handed the phone to Debbie.

Debbie took the phone, and then, together with Jack beside her, looked at Locke with eyes full of gratitude.

"Boss~~~"

""-.stop!"

Locke felt goosebumps rise on his skin at Debbie's cry. He quickly grabbed Debbie's face with his right hand and said seriously, "No need for thanks. Just be my slave from now on."

Debbie and Jack exchanged a glance, said nothing, but simultaneously nodded their heads sharply at Locke.

Seeing this, Locke chuckled again, then looked at Powell, who was standing nearby with his SWAT team members, organizing their equipment.

"How is it?"

"Can."

Captain Powell turned around and asked Locke with a serious expression, "What do we do?"

Locke glanced at Debbie.

soon.

Debbie got back into the car and slammed the architectural plans for the Vampire Tower directly onto the hood.

"The vampires' lair is underground, but there are no passages on the first floor that lead to the underground."

"The passage is in the elevator on the west side of the 27th floor."

"That was the only elevator that could lead underground."

"So, after we go in, we need to get to the 27th floor first."

......

Captain Powell hugged his assault rifle to his chest, frowning as he looked at the architectural plans on the hood: "From the first floor to the twenty-seventh floor..."

That's a dangerous distance.

Locke glanced at Captain Powell again, alert.

"What suggestions do you have?"

"no."

Captain Powell looked at Locke, shook his head with a serious expression, and said, "We've never fought vampires before, but you have, and you're the commander, so we're following you."

He also came from a military background.

The principle of having professionals do professional work is a rare and admirable quality in the military.

Upon hearing this, Locke smiled and said, "Don't worry, I already have a plan."

talking.

Locke removed his hands from the architectural plans on the hood and looked at Debbie and Jack: "Just like we agreed yesterday, you two stay outside."

Upon hearing this, Jack looked at Locke and tried to struggle.

"Boss, how about I—"

"no."

Locke decisively refused: "Your task is just as important as Debbie's."

Debbie needs to make sure their communications are working after the vampire mansion's gates are closed.

Jack, on the other hand, needs to ensure that the holy water can rain down from the sky.

Looking at Locke's serious expression, Jack hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Understood, boss."

"very good."

Locke smiled, turned to Captain Powell, and extended an invitation.

"Shall we go?"

"Walk!"